Wouldn't It Be Nice

The Song of The Day is Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys. Now I only know the first verse of the song, but I reckon that's all I need to know. Did I really just say that? Okay, so my computer is currently useless, so I downloaded the Blogger app so we can still have a way of communicating through music. So if this takes a while to post... well then fuck it.

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Inside Out

I couldn't think of a song for today. So go listen to Inside Out by Eve 6. I am declaring that the song of the day.

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Behind Blue Eyes

The Song of The Day is Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit. Yes, it's a cover, but a damn good one. Now those that know me well, mainly my face, know that I don't have blue eyes. But that's not the point, and I didn't choose this song because I'm sad or depressed or anything like that. I chose this song because the lyrics hold truth in them. Nobody knows what it's like for the other person. You don't know their story, you don't know their past, and it's not for you to speculate about. You don't know what thoughts or memories lay behind those eyes of theirs. Whether or not they're holding back some secret anger. Whether or not they're on a quest for vengeance or safety. If they're sad, feeling down or hated, or how they really feel at that moment. And when you do find their past, don't hold it against them. I know I used to point this out frequently, but our generation has drifted too far from the old ways. The world has become rotten and evil to the point where most people will use whatever information they have to ruin anyone they can, just to make themselves feel better, and that's not right Readers. Just because somebody has had a rough past, whether it was their fault or whether somebody else caused it, doesn't mean that they aren't a good person. Who they were may have made them who they are today, but that shouldn't change what you think of them. And if it does, if when you find out that bit of their backstory that's hidden from the world you completely change how you think of them, shame on you. You are one of the types of people that makes me wish I had access to a nuclear power and the satellites to direct it. 

The song was originally by The Who.

Readers, what's your song of the day?

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Nine In The Afternoon

Today was pretty awesome. We left early in the morning, not as early as I would've hoped, to go pick up Rocket so we could go to the Russian Food Festival out in Boise. I have a newfound respect for Russian culture. So much so that I want to go there just to eat their food. Forever. Just live in Russia for the food. Although considering the exchange rate from American dollars to Russian Rubles, I should really make my fortune here with music and then go to Russia and have a mansion built. Y'know, the one that I mentioned before, built into the side of a mountain and all that. I don't really care which mountain, so long as it happens. Then we came back to base and went swimming. SO MUCH CHLORINE IN MY EYES IT STILL FUCKING BURNS LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. IT HURTS. I think that's enough caps-lock for this post. But besides the chlorine poisoning my eyes, I had fun. Rocket was there (looking amazing in her swim-suit), and apparently Dmitri was there waiting for us. Oh and my sister Mix was there too. But she's actually the reason we had to leave so early, because she had a birthday party to go to. So we left, dropped Rocket off with her grandmother at the grocery store, then went boating. Now I don't know how many of you know this, but I detest fishing. I used to love it when I was littler. Y'know, like 11, but now it just bores the hell out of me. Literally puts me right the fuck to sleep, no joke. I fell asleep on the boat for a couple minutes. I should probably check a mirror or something to make sure they didn't draw on my face or something. Whatever I'll do that later. So we spent nearly 3 hours on the damn boat, I enjoyed half of it (the half where the boat was actually moving), we caught 4 fish, 3 of which we took home. Apparently you can't eat sucker-fish. Well, you can it's just that they're dirt fish. The scum of the fish world (actually they're the ones that eat the scum of the fish world. Because they eat scum. Off the bottom of the body of water. You get it.). But the point is I had a badass day. I'm in love, I've got family that at least cares about me a little bit (did I tell you? Mum is gonna try to get Rocket and I more than just one day a week.), and I can't stop singing. I'm happy, and that brings to mind a song about being happy. The Song of The Day is Nine In The Afternoon by Panic! At The Disco.
Readers, what's your song of the day? Feel free to share in the comments, I generally look up whatever people post (not that I get a lot of replies), and I'm always looking for more music.

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Play That Funky Music

So I had another one of my genius ideas, not one of those "It sounded like a good idea at the time" ideas, but a really good idea. Me, Dmitri, and whoever the hell else we can get to form up a band, are going to do a Cover CD. But not some normal cover cd where they don't even change the genre or time period. And not a "Glee" Cover CD where they get some prissy looking high school choir to sing all the songs with high energy and absurd amounts of rainbow flavored cocaine. No, this'll be different in that we're going to take funky, righteous, hellacious 70's disco-esque music and do all punk rock covers of them. So the Song of The Day, in honor of the 70's, is Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry, a band you've probably never heard of because they're really only known for this song. And even then they aren't really known so much as listened to. I never even knew who the fuck they were until about 15 minutes ago, but I knew the song. Not much else to report here, I got a hair-cut yesterday, really short. That's about it.

Readers, what's your song of the day?

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Forget It

Another song chosen just for it's name. The Song of The Day is Forget It by Breaking Benjamin. The name says it all, literally. I've been fighting myself a lot lately, arguing with the thoughts, suspicious vile thoughts, and I realize that whatever my other self says is all lies. Just dirty lies that I don't need to listen to. So I'm just going to drop it, no matter how much I had myself believing they were true, I'm just going to forget it. Because some problems just aren't worth the risk, and this one had a huge risk either way. If I'm wrong, I'm screwed, if I'm right, I'm screwed.
Readers, what's your song of the day?

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Kickapoo

The Song of The Day is Kickapoo by Tenacious D. I'm not really into explaining right now. Just listen to the song.

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If I Leave

I'm going to be completely honest, I don't know the lyrics to this song and I only chose it for the name. I know I like the song, and I've listened to it several times, I just don't have the lyrics memorized and don't feel like looking them up right now for fear that they might twist my message in this post into something that it's not meant to be. So for the integrity of this post, don't think of the lyrics. The Song of The Day is If I Leave by A Day To Remember.
They're sending me away. For whatever reason they have in their heads, because I know that the reason they told me isn't the real one. I also know that Mother knows me. She knows that anytime I get on a plane alone, it's a one way ticket, and I'm not ready to leave like that. I'm not ready to go home. I've got promises to keep, I've got a real love that I want to keep with me. I also know that if I leave, Rocket will think that I've abandoned her, because I won't be able to come back. That's part of their plan though, because my grandmother told me she'd pay for a one way ticket for me and to ship my stuff up there, so it won't just be for the summer. Not that I can talk to anybody in my family about this, none of them would listen. None of them care what I want or what's really best for me. On top of that I'd be returning home as a failure. I can't do that, I won't survive it. Old friends will ask what happened to me, wondering why I've changed from the innocent dreamer that I once was, into some delusional delinquent. Then there's my other self, the bastard doubts everything everyone says. Distorting words and phrases to sinister meanings and contexts, reminding me just how weak I am. If I can't control my own mind how can I control the situation? How can I fix a problem on the outside if I'm fighting a war with myself on the inside? Everything is just fucked right now, and things are only going to get worse from here. I know it, I can feel the energies shifting around me and in this house. Something is about to break, and it's not just my mind. I can't leave yet, I'm not ready to go home, I've still got things to take care of here, I've still got Rocket and I'm not about to leave her just to escape some legal issues. We were together when all of this started, and the only way we're going to get through this is together.
I can't go home yet..

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