I am, I am, I am.
Ask me I won't say no - how could I?   Send me pictures of the ocean in an envelope   I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a human being, God damn it! My life has value!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" •
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• Amy Mellor, I'd take to the bunkers of life with you.

Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone

Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis - Brand New.

This song reminds me of my ex girlfriend and how cynically I treated her towards the end of the relationship. I compulsively lied to her pretty much everyday, was seeing someone else behind her back and was self-indulgent in my own depression. I was just starting to experiment with drugs and had started smoking and drinking a fair amount and most nights I was walking around different towns with friends getting high or drunk when she thought I was at home.

Sometimes I’d try and break her down, by making her cry or making her angry, not because I’m a bastard but because she was always so pure and innocent and it drove me crazy. I wasn’t trying to corrupt her but she was so caught up in exams, work and schoolwork that she never found time to be passionate about anything else, I guess I was always looking for a reaction from her, any kind of reaction just to see if she still had a pulse.

Its a shame because she was pretty lovely to me and I treated her like shit but its also a shame because she was a lovely girl but one of many that gets lost in meaningless grades on a piece of paper and only experiencing things in life so it could be put on a CV.

I know Brand New are a very ‘teenage’ type of band, but I always find this song very dark and for me, timeless. It sums up how much damage I did to some of the people close to me those days and how I indulged myself in my own problems,thinking it validated myself somehow. It also shows, in my opinion, my frustration at everything that is mundane, including ex girlfriends.

Barely conscious in the door where you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep as your mouth makes your demands
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I’m going to do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone

Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
You’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I’ll tear you apart
‘cause it’s all you can be
You’re a drunk and you’re scared
It’s ladies’ night, all the girls drink for free

I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say

— 3 months ago with 3 notes
#brand new  #rant  #ex girlfriends  #me vs maradona vs elvis 
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