Getting awake to go ride all kinds of transit to Santa Cruz to go tend to my mewling tenants in the Albatross-haus.

Bitch, bitch, bitch. I was awake at 4:45 a.m, considering staying up to catch the 6am bus but ugh, fuck that! Here, Interpol lyrics:

yours is the only version
of my desertion
that I could ever subscribe to
and that is all that I can do

you are a past sinner
the last winner
I'm raping all around me
until the last drop is behind you

cause you're so cute when you're frustrated, oh dear
you're so cute when you're sedated, oh dear
oh dear

sleep tight, grim rite, we have 200 couches
where you can sleep tight, grim rite, we have 200 couches
you can sleep tight, grim rite, we have 200 couches
you can't sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight

you are the only person
put a nasty curse on
this merciless fantasy come true
that is all that you can do

(you are the only person
who's completely certain
there's nothing here to be into
that is all that you can do)

you are a past sinner
the last winner
and everything we've come to
makes you you

and you cannot safely say
that while I will be away
you will not consider sadly
how you helped me to stray
you will not reach me I am
presenting a position that is past resentment
and now I can consider
now there is this distance so

sleep tight, grim rite, we have 200 couches
where you can sleep tight, grim rite, we have 200 couches
you can sleep tight, grim rite, we have 200 couches
you can't sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight

something to say
something to do
nothing to say
when there's nothing new to do

Damn, i'm really starting to love Interpol, and Fischerspooner. All this twee music. Interpol, it's all about the lead singer. Mark E. Smith mixed with Ian Curtis, so good. Fischerspooner might'zwell be Spoonbender, but it's nice stuff. Great harmonies.

It's too early to be wearing lipstick.