What I Want Is What I've Not

I Think Making Things That Aren't Necessarily Shiny, Happy Feelings, Putting Them In That Environment Is Sometimes An Easy Way To Deal With The Ugliness. Like, I Know That As A Kid, That I Found - I Think I Learned This A Bit From My Mother - That If I Could Be As Warm Around Strangers, No Matter How Strange Or What Different Environment I Was In, That People Tended To Be Warm Back.

Dark Clouds May Hang On Me Sometimes, But I'll Work It Out.

For Me, In Songwriting, I Have A Route I Can Take. Maybe There's Some Forks, I Can Go This Way, This Way. But I Know Those Roads. I Still Have The Experience Behind Me.

So Let Us Sleep Outside Tonight, Lay Down In Our Mother's Arms, For Here We Can Rest Safely.

My Reaction To Radiohead Isn't As Simple As Jealousy. Jealousy Just Burns; Radiohead Infuriate Me. But If It Were Only That, I Wouldn't Go Back And Listen To Those Records Again And Again. Listening To Radiohead Makes Me Fell Like I'm A Salieri To Their Mozart. Yorke's Lyrics Make Me Want To Give Up. I Could Never In My Wildest Dreams Find Something As Beautiful As They Find For A Single Song - Let Alone Album After Album.