For lack of inspiration.
I’m playing host to some pretty gnarly writer’s block.
The usual vices aren’t helping. -_-
They do that sometimes.
So.
I’ll just do a lyric post. to prove I’m alive or whatever.
I can’t remember if I’ve ever mentioned The Format on here before or not.
They’re one of my favorite bands. Or should I say “were” one of my favorite.
They broke up last month. D:
But anyway, (I have a feeling I’ve posted these stupid lyrics before.)
I’ve had a lasting love affair with the song If Work Permits.
My favorite part would be the following:
So now you’re scared of love
I’m here to tell you love’s not some fucking blood on the receiver
Love is speaking in code
It’s an inside joke
Love is coming home
Sometimes, when sailors are sailing
They think twice, about where they’re anchoring
And I think, I could make better use of my time on land
I’ll drink less
‘Cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss
Instead of a cold goodbye
I’m writing the folks back home to tell them
“Hey I’m doing alright”
Looooooovelovelove. <3
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I’ve been looping that song for the past hour or so. It’s nice when you know a song so completely that you can just sing along without even realizing you’re doing it. You know?
It’s like a weird kind of meditation…or something.
Meditation is what I need right now, probably. And some sun.
This past weekend was super awesome. But it wiped me the heck out.
I think I may just be mentally tired.
Cross your fingers for my brain to start functioning again.
Nice blog!