At the time of writing this I was dead sure that love was entirely impossible. Not sure if I still think that exactly, but I still remember the feeling. Also, I was obsessed with the idea of "healing," in a medical sense, and was really concerned about the pretty common notion that love is the "cure" for "what ails ya." That kind of blanket statement isn't always true, and it can lead to some clear pathologies if everyone just assumes it to be true. Also I was reading Moby Dick.
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fly the flag of the caduceus--
i swear there was an oath you swore to uphold?
the men go out on their ships most every night,
and the harpooners won't make it out alive.
[bowie says "don't believe,"
and i'm inclined to agree
cause when you're fishing in the sea
its all just cetacean history.]
all along there never was the one
you said you're after,
and the asps crawl up your arm
from off the cane you brandished at me.
you tried to heal the hole with snake oil
and white whale blubber.
there never was a hole at all.
all you ever wanted was perfection and acceptance and the people of the world have just been rearranging faces and the truth about the people is that people are just people, you know?
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Stumbled across this great band because of Martha the band and I just love their sometimes melancholy garage-sound.
Also I like the acoustic songs.
I still remember seeing them live in my hometown when they were touring with Erica Freas and asked them for a setlist to have something to remember the great concert.
It´s hanging on my wall since that day :) Ninehundredninetynine