You were just always talking about changing. What if I was the same then, the same I always was

Artist- The Airborne Toxic Event
Song of the day- Changing

I tried to post this most excellent ditty a few days ago but the blogisphere hated me, almost as much as I hate myself for not snagging a ticket to this concert as seeing them live is at the top of my most favorite things to do list! Alas, I shall just have to appreciate their new album beginning with this first release. It has been stuck in my head lately thanks to the clever guitar hook and lyrics and well did I mention how great this band is? But I also can't escape the thought of change lately, how I keep having to make choices that will change my current existence, how much I've changed and how much I've been wondering if I've actually changed or just the same in the end? We evolve, we move around but are we actually better versions of ourselves, or different versions, or just the same in different places when it comes down to it. Sometimes it's tough to tell, so I think I'll just enjoy some dance troop jives instead. For all of you changing or the same man, this one's for you.



All these buckets of rain, I’ve heard enough about. You say that I lied.
I am a gentleman didn’t I ask for a place I could stay What were we both thinking
The next part just got in the way. You were just always talking about changing.
What if I was the same then, the same I always was

All these things that you say, like I’ll forget about the mind-numbing games that you play.
I am a gentleman, didn’t I pay for every laugh every dime, every bit every time and then you feed me some line.
I won’t hear one more word about changing.
Guess what I am the same man, same that I’ve always been.

Days pass and turn into weeks, when we don’t even speak. We just lay wide awake and pretend we’re asleep.
You go home alone and you’re checking your phone and you’re looking at me like I’m something you own.

All these buckets of rain, you can’t forget about it, you say I never tried.
I am a gentleman, didn’t I answer every time that you call, pick you up when you fall
But you never listen at all
You were just always talking about changing.
Guess what I am the same man.

As you stand, under the bar lights. And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while.

Artist- The Airborne Toxic Event
Song of the day- Sometime around midnight

So i've been jonsin for some major live music and it got me missing one of my fav live bands to see, the airborne toxic event who I saw along with many of my all time favorite bands and my most favorite place in the world, Spaceland. I just recently discovered that my most favorite place in the world will soon no longer exist which breaks my musical heart into little tiny pieces. I loved that dingy LA bar down my winding silverlake street and its smoking room and tacky curtains and seated pac man game, and being poked by pool cubes, watching bands roll joints, covering bands and them actually knowing me, stalking bands while my friends past out on booths, being on the list of sold out shows, trying to pick up boys in caps, or convince drummers to go to house of pie, standing 3 hours for life changing music and on and on and I'm sad. So spaceland, this one is for you.



And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.
As you stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.

But you know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.

And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.
But she makes sure you saw her.
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.

You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she’ll break you in two.