16 August 2010

The General Specific

By Band of Horses


If the trials at hand are really getting you down 
We had a close call, I didn't even see it.
Then another one, I hardly believed it at all. 
What the writers say, it means shit to me now. 
Plants and animals, we're on a bender when it's 80 degrees. 
The end of December, What's going on? 
Only for you and me.

When the showing up ends, who's going back to the south, 
Where hungry necks that I know, and runnin' 
The blender in a lightning storm, are disguised as a blessing I'm sure. 
Growing up here, there comes a fork in the road, 
Pants have gotta go, we're on an island on 
The fourth of July, it looks like the tide is going home. 
In time I'd find a little way to your heart, 
Down to the general store for nothing specific, 
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore
Only for you and me.


Everyone is trying to be clear about everything in their lives.
Okay, maybe some not.
As I agree with the fact that some things are better left unknown.
I, on the other hand, at most times, insist to be clear about everything if possible.
I don't like to be left like an idiot. But I know when to pull over if I'm sure the truth is better left undiscovered & causes me only harm if otherwise.
Basil calls me paranoid. I say, I'm just very specific.
I don't want to defend myself. But maybe it's occupational disease.
Particular in words.
I need to be descriptive. Defensive, I'm beginning to admit.
I don't like to be misunderstood.
Unless I don't care about what some might think.
In the end, I would just call myself emotionalist.
Sometimes, I'm a fatalist.
Overall, optimist.

And I've found out the compliment I get the most.
My smile.
And I just want to make earth a better place.
Too bad I'm an emotionalist.
And I love violence. Only in movies.
And I believe in cartharsis theory.
And I'm glad, to some people, I am actually influential.
Carol, especially. I always try to make her see the world the way I do.
And I always succeed.
Enough with these related sentences to the title.
Here you go, some general specifics of me.
Good night.
Thank you God, for everything.

P.S. : I miss you so much, baby sis. Everytime I'm on the phone with her, she always asks me when I'm going home. I promised I'd go back after final exam and yet I'm still here.

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