Animal Collective - My Girls

Is it much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

There isn’t much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace

I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zol2MJf6XNE

A meadowlark
dips his beak into
a teeming stream

when he sings he whistles
blissful things that
I could never start

and in his wings
freedom gleams as
morning dew departs

but in his stature
meek as be
there is no love
in his heart

My monday morning begins with maelstroms of methodology and monotony.

Just as in the sentence above, my days are full of M's, the same ol' hum drum routines.

Do not get me wrong, I attempt to cover up this life of boring nothingness with polished steel and collared stylish shirts... to no avail.

You might have this disease also, so beware!

The symptoms include:
Brainlessness
Sleep, School, Work, Eat (in any order)
Boredom
Discontentment
and sometimes the feeling that you are empty inside

Those symptoms sound quite depressing, and you may think you are not depressed (that is another symptom), but that is because you don't have time to even think about being depressed.
Math tests, breading nuggets, and dreaming about wild west duels and people in tom hats fill your brain.
And then one day, in silence, in between one and another of those everyday actions it hits you...

Like a bucket of cold water...

This realization fogs your mind, and suddenly those everday actions are not just monotonous... they are depressing also.


I say these things only to lead in to my next rant...





Sometimes I think i'd like to jump into a turbulent rapid in some river, and get washed away.
I believe in my rolling, and flipping I would be in great ecstasy.

In that fight, crashing against rocks, and stuggling to stay above water, I think i'd begin to feel... real.

And when and if I washed up on a distant bank further down the river, I woud emerge breathless, marred, and scratched up!

To me that is bliss...

To feel rather than be numb is a pleasure that nothing can surmount.
(That's what she said)

I know this sounds odd..
But standing naked out in the middle of the taiga struggling to get a sprig of spruce lit so I can get warm is much more mesmerizing to me than these daily routines.



I'm sorry if I seemed dazed sometimes..
I'm merely day dreaming of uncolonized lands to which I can explore aimlessly.

Please forgive me.



I am barely getting by these days..
Are you beginning to notice? The monotony has been overwhelming lately!


This Christmas season
Celebrate your existence

Let yourself feel.

Be cold, and shiver

Take a break and breath fresh air.

You owe it to yourself for surviving your everyday schedule.





-Vance