Open your parachute and grab your gun
Falling down like an omen, a setting sun
Read the part and return at five
It’s a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
But I don’t care if I fuck up
I’m going on a date with a rich white lady
Ain’t life great?
Give me one good reason not to do it
(Because I love you)
So do it
This is the place where time reverses
Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
Instruments shine on a silver tray
Don’t let me get carried away
Don’t let me get carried away
Don’t let me be carried away~”King’s Crossing,” Elliott Smith
True Story 1: I do not enjoy my post 1945 poetry class very much.
True Story 2: I find it difficult to study without music
True Story 3: It is hard to read depressing&suicidal poetry as it is. But feels ridiculous to do it while listening to the upbeat music I normally choose for studying.
True Story 4: Elliott Smith is proving to be the perfect mix of raw, simple music + anguished lyrics to get through the “confessional poets.”
True Story 5: I was told this week that listening to music while studying is unproductive because I am dividing my attention… so… maybe this is all in vane anyway!
True Story 6: ….you do not care! But! Finals week=me finding ways to avoid further studying!
True Story 7: Bloggin = not studying!