i never tire of it.
i tire of everything.
rarely do i finish a book because i dont want good things to be over.
its nice to know theres something nice over there for a rainy day.
crazy thing is, i havent had a rainy day in forever.
but still i play this song over and over daring it to get boring and it never does.
this dude wrote a pretty nice analysis of the tune, but i just like to rock out to it.
but i disagree with him about hang time. i think that was their best album. so raw so sweet.
so pre winona
soul asylum “cartoon”
Now everybody’s looking after me,
if I’m dragging by some coat tail,
I can’t see (it’s too dark),
but I’ve got to know what’s got the best of me.
When the circus that you left goes on parade,
In those bleacher seats so far in your charade,
but I’m feeling like I don’t dare look away.
Don’t look away.
Did it almost make you feel,
that something’s got to happen soon,
when you wake up feeling lost in your own room.
If you’re crying in your beer you’re gonna drown.
If you think we’ll rise above,
you’d better look around,
It’s a mountain made of sand crumbling under me.
Maybe I’m chasing shadows on your wall,
they loom so large,
but make me feel so small somehow,
when you’re chasing your own tail,
spinning your own wheels.
Did it almost make you feel that somethings gotta happen soon.
You’re in the movies now that I’m in your cartoon.
There’s a ringing in my ears that’s heaven sent.
There’s a beast out on the ruins,
some broken down lover’s lament.
It goes on and on but it won’t go away.