g'ah. still no sleep, i keep turning and folding myself up. and then i get out of bed and try to find something to eat to make me sleepier, but i'm not hungry so nothing seems appetizing. so i clean as if i were manic and i listen to random songs that make me squint and smile. this is one of them. i think guided by voices are one of favorite of the conventional "indie rock" groups. they're not really indie pop the way i'm used to it and they're obviously not shoegaze (hee) and arguably not textbook lofi really; they're just good and yay. (they fit into the same space in my head, in terms of all of those silly categories, as helium)

cryptic shapes
tobin sprout

what would i do if i couldn't get my hands on you?
i'd fade away for a couple of million days

i hope i find you an island
i hope i find you an island

what would i do if i couldn't keep my eyes on you?
if you fade to grey
fooling places of play

i hope i find you an island
i hope i find you an island

what would you do if you couldn't keep my hands off you?
would you sneak away?
but i fool you every step of the way

yes i would and i hope i find you an island
i hope i find you an island

what would i do if i couldn't put my hands on you?
i'd bend and shake
crudely in some cryptic shape

i...i'd find you an island
i...i'd find you an island


i'm going to find that leonard cohen poem that begins, "Angelica stands by the sea/Anything I say is too loud for her mood" etc. i love that poem to clasped torn pieces. i wonder if bryce relates.

um...good morning.