crazy test week is over. today's was weird. in some aspects, i feel i overstudied and yet in others, i felt i knew nothing. seems like there were definite gaps in my knowledge eventhough i thought i had dispersed my time appropriately.
i have a headache that won't go away.
if you have not yet heard Nirvana's Live in New York cd, get to it! I stole it from my Dad and have been playing it to death. I tell myself he intended to buy it for me anyhow.
am experiencing extreme shortness of breath. damn cold. i will go take a nap. so much for running. it's damp and snowmoldy outside, that's my excuse.
i lay in bed every morning until i hear this song:
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for former land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died alone, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
2 comments:
Awww I had such an obsession with that Nirvana cover in high school. I'd walk around trying to sound like Kurt. I think I like that version better than the original. But I've always been partial to Nirvana.
I like it WAY better than the original! I think it's about Jesus but I'm still trying to get a true sense of it. All I know is that everytime I hear it, it sends unexplainable chills down my spine. It may also have something to do with that poem which goes, "On my way up the stairs, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish, he'd go away." Eerie.
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