Candlebox ~ Far Behind
(written: 5 July 2004)
This is my final entry on ratpony. (he lied...)
With that out of the way, let's chat. Let's be frank and earnest. Let's not hide our feelings behind twisted imagery, and let's just tell the world how we feel in the most succinct way possible.
And let's not be ironic. Let's not write scathing, yet hypocritical musings about other bloggers. Let's see the world as a beautiful place for a change, and let's not once use the words 'loneliness' or 'mix-tape'.
Let's look to the future, and not the past. But if we must look to the past, let's do so with a reverent smile. Let's not regret a damn thing. Let's be happy because we're alive.
Fuck that. If we did that, diaryland, livejournal, blogspot, Dawson's Creek, David Grey, music stores, art galleries, alcohol and road trips, well, they wouldn't exist. A world where everybody is happy would be the scariest world of all.
I'm sober now. I mean that literally and figuratively. I tritely begin this paragraph as a foray into the monochrome unknown. I mean, there are no intoxicated ramblings unfolding like Shaquille O'Neal's bedroll. I look into the river, and it's clean, translucent, but too deep to see bottom in the middle.
This song was written to sell CDs. This entry is being written because I feel obligated. I've said all that needs to be said on this URL. There are only so many ways I can say that Kim was great, and oh yeah, going to India was great, and, umm, my brother was really great when we were younger. There are so many ways I can associate heartbreak and nostalgia to song lyrics. I think if any of these artists ever read ratpony, they would say "please.... that's enough" and kind of pet my head.
Frank: Kim was great, and I often miss her, and the friendship we had.
Earnest: Going to India was the most magical experience of my life, and I'll never achieve here the highs I had there.
Frank: My brother was a fabulous influence growing up. Especially with the little things like various sorts of pop-art and attitudes.
Earnest: It's time to move on. You can't soldier forward when you're looking far behind, or else when time throws you his football, it will hit you square in the groin.
now mayayayayaybe I didn’t mean to treat you oh so bad but I did it anyway
So, uhh... *shrugs* whoop-dee-doo, tarantula town! See you in hell, brussel sprout! Insert lyrics to Off He Goes here!
I'm gonna take Candlebox for protection (and to be seen!) and am going to jump into the future, leaving most of this internet thing behind. When we landed in Kuwait City, it looked like we were slowdiving into a neon grid, cold and leathery, a cyber-punk fantasy.
I'm awake, I'm alive, I'm punching walls and breaking beds. I'm doing 240 in a Delorean through the town square. I believe in hoverboards for 1985.
I'm taking a magical journey of mystery called life. I'm spouting rejected Beatles lyrics. I'm going, and I'm gone. Finally.
Bye for now.
photo by kam