Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Mountain moon, make me more
pretend like you're being followed
you warm yellow heart
you peterpan complex
let's long live here
let's watch them whisper to each other
let's be the ingredients for blanket wraps
let's be suburban rhythm for a town without tempo
let's be superb grown people
part of our own dogpack
living our own (stunted) dog years
with our ashtrays full of wool
and our bottles conveniently (?) empty before work
Let's be really really really really really real
Speak through everything
Voice our thoughts through our shoes
through our hair
through our words
through our handshakes
Let's see our enemies
Murder their confidence
Let's rejoice and cheer for the proud 86!
The 1986!
The pisces
The wander'd
among men and women both
Of that, of them, of us, etc.
Long live there
Long live here.
you warm yellow heart
you peterpan complex
let's long live here
let's watch them whisper to each other
let's be the ingredients for blanket wraps
let's be suburban rhythm for a town without tempo
let's be superb grown people
part of our own dogpack
living our own (stunted) dog years
with our ashtrays full of wool
and our bottles conveniently (?) empty before work
Let's be really really really really really real
Speak through everything
Voice our thoughts through our shoes
through our hair
through our words
through our handshakes
Let's see our enemies
Murder their confidence
Let's rejoice and cheer for the proud 86!
The 1986!
The pisces
The wander'd
among men and women both
Of that, of them, of us, etc.
Long live there
Long live here.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
what makes me nervy?
dead ancestors. it is believed that they watch over us, but for some reason, I feel as though they know my thoughts. Why i do the things that I do, and can judge me thoroughly. This makes me nervvy.
Friday, July 16, 2010
I will let it slide if you let me slide every now and every then
Grandchild - A Song to Die To (live) from Bob Peck on Vimeo.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
negative Z's

Bags under my eyes. fuzzballs still attached to my face at work. Lack of energy or motivation.
Every morning I go through a routine in my head of waking up and slowly realizing that the memories that I have were just dreams. That's the only way that I know that I slept that night. I can only wonder why i've been so tired. I should quit drinking. I should quit thinking. I should quit feeling.
Wow wow now you're too far. I'd just stick with the quit drinking bit.
Tonight we will play at the Ginger Man. I've just been told that we have an hour set. This means I can pull out some sentimental favorites to promote my sweating that I do from my make-believe-emotional pores. After all-- papa always said that if you don't sweat once a day, you're not working hard enough.
Here is a tentative idea for the set list tonight:
1. Shout!
2. Make me high
3. Magic Things
4. I know
5. Ohm
6. Favorite Stuff/Strawberry Jam
7. Suzy Anna
8. A Song to Die to
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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