Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Where oh where/Heartbreak


Listening to "Baby's Arms" by Kurt Vile. Really good. That combined with the rain outside is making me sad.

Check out the photo of the space shuttle or whatever going up to space.

Everything’s pretty good with me. I hate this weather. Hate it. I really think it affects me emotionally. I don’t really get seasonal affective disorder, but days upon days of overcast/rainy weather really starts to drive me nuts. Ugh! I guess I’ll hafta wait til this wknd for some sunshine.

I watched “Last Train Home” (2010) last night (if I were really a film student I would be underlining the name of the movie. Oh well). It was so sad. It was all about chinese migrant workers and how they go home ONCE a year for chinese new year. That’s still hard for me to believe. ONCE a year? It focused on this one family and how the parents really never even raised their kids because they were just working the whole time.

Was such a bummer. All about the life of chinese peasants and migrant workers and such. Sheesh. Made me grateful for what I have/do. I mean, I guess we all get up and go to work in the morning, but they are in like work dorms, and they probably can barely like leave the building. Sad. Jeff told me it was typical for me to watch a bumout kind of documentary like that, but I’m still glad I watched it. Was difficult to watch when the daughter and father got in a fight, but I’m gonna keep on trying to watch movies.

I’m trying to get on the blu ray kick. I’ve got “Public Enemies” and “The Next Three Days” on blu ray sitting at home. Right now I’m looking forward to getting home tonight and putting one of those on. Yes, yes I know I should read books, but on a rainy day a movie really helps.

Ok fine I’ll post the lyrics to the song that I’m obsessively listening to in their entirety. You can thank WZBC for consistently playing the best indie tunes out there. I’ll talk to yall soon, stay up. -Splatman




There has been but one true love
In my baby's arms, in my baby's arms
And I got the hands to hold onto them

I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby's arms
I hide in my baby's arms
Cause except for her, you know, as I've implied

I will never ever ever be alone
Cause it's all in my baby's hands
Shiny, shiny secret stones
In my baby's hands
In my baby's hands

I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby's arms
Shrink myself just like a tom thumb
And I hide in my baby's hands
I hide in my baby's hands

Cause except for her
There just ain't nothin' to latch onto

There has been but one true love
In my baby's arms
In my baby's arms
In my baby's arms
In my baby's arms