hockey, i miss you. come back soon!

omg omg omg omg omg

nin played the entirety of the downward spiral tonight. from mr. self destruct to hurt. i cannot think of something cooler than that. i'm so incredibly jealous of that stupid nyc audience >:( think we'll get something that cool over here on the west coast?!?!

seriously. the more i think about it, the more jealous i become. can you imagine being in that crowd?! like "hell yeah! mr. self destruct!" ... and then piggy... and i'd be like, whoa. that's weird. and then heresy. and i'd be like, WHOA THAT'S WEIRD! and then march of the pigs... and then closer... i'd have lost my mind. it'd be like no fucking way are they doing this. cannot WAIT for the shows!!!!! i'm shivering with antici...


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i spent this weekend in la. am probably going to spend my birthday up there (and disneyland, whoo!) next weekend. and am going back again the next week and weekend for the last three nin shows. and then a few weeks later for opening night for the kings. so excited! love that town :)

still here. so maybe the problem is me.

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i just can't get you out of my head
boy your loving is all i think about
i just can't get you out of my head
boy it's more than i dare to think about

there's a dark secret in me
don't leave me locked in your heart

set me free
feel the need in me
set me free

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cast the pearls aside, of a simple life of need
come into my life forever
the crumbled cities stand as known
of the sights you have been shown
of the hurt you call your own
love is suicide

the empty bodies stand at rest
casualties of their own flesh
afflicted by their dispossession
but nobodies ever knew
nobodys
no bodies felt like you
nobodys
love is suicide

now we drive the night, to the ironies of peace
you can't help deny forever
the tragedies reside in you
the secret sights hide in you
the lonely nights divide you in two
all my blisters now revealed
in the darkness of my dreams
in the spaces in between us

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now the bonds are broken, but they can be re-tied
one more journey to the woods, the holes where spirits hide,
it's a never-ending battle, for a piece that's always torn,
"come in," she said, "i'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
but nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
and the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a feudal horn
"come in," she said, "i'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

i've heard newborn babies cry like a mournin' dove
and old men with broken teeth stranded without love
do i understand your question, man, "is it hopeless and forlorn?"
"come in," she said, "i'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

now there’s a wall between us, something there's been lost
i took too much for granted, i got my signals crossed
just to think it all began on an uneventful morn,
"come in," she said, "i'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

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