the four right chords can make me cry

FINALLY!

after countless hours of revision and nit-picking, i printed out my LSM2202 lab report at 3:10am, having become absolutely revulsed by endless revisions. my latent perfectionist streak manifests itself. fiddling with section breaks and trying to make my graphs next to my tables took as inordinate amount of time, as did trying to shorten the report a few lines so that it would fit into the pages nicely, as well as the neurotic graph and diagram colour changes. but i eventually reached saturation point at 3am. no more!, i cried, to myself (which might seem to be a strange thing to do, no?), i really should at least start studying, i have other subjects you know!? but even as it was being printed out, i suddenly thought of a million other things i wanted to change about the report. eeks. but no, i shall resist the irresistable call of "re-do!", and fall into the irresistable arms of sleep.

right after i sing this song, that is.

New Slang :: The Shins

Gold teeth and a curse for this town
Were all in my mouth
Only I don't know how
They got out, dear
Turn me back into the pet
I was when we met
I was happier then
With no mindset

And if you'd a'took to me like
A gull takes to the wind
Well, i'd a'jumped from my trees
And i'd a'danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would a'fared well

New slang, when you noticed the stripes
The dirt in your fries
Hope it's right when you die
Old and bony
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall
And I'm lonely

And if you'd a'took to me like
A gull takes to the wind
Well, i'd a'jumped from my trees
And i'd a'danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would a'fared well

Godspeed, all the bakers at dawn
May they all cut their thumbs
And bleed into their buns
Till they melt away

I'm looking in, on the good life
I might be doomed never to find
Without a trust or flaming fields
Am I too dumb to find?

And if you'd a'took to me like
Well, i'd a'jumped from my trees
And i'd a'danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would a'fared well

posted by beckyboo @ 3:21 AM