keep it dark (snidegrrl) wrote,
keep it dark
snidegrrl

- northern virginia can "eat a butt". i want to avoid driving in that area as much as possible.
- had dinner with mom in fairfax last night. bravo's off waples mill. had the worst thing for me possible, fettucine carbonara. mom and i actually agreed on a bunch of things until she started to tell me that our educational problems could be solved with beatings and uniforms. there we diverged. we agreed that people should be able to feel freedom to commit acts of sodomy in the privacy of their own homes, which is a really weird thing to agree with your mother on. but i was trying to prove she was closed-minded, and i failed.
- welcome to lj, vileone!!!
- i have this money in my pocket. it is burning a hole. it is designated for either a fuji 303 or a minolta dimage x. depends entirely on how i feel when i get my actual hands on them, which i have not done as yet. grr.
- i need to find the line between vocal progressive and self-righteous bitch. and not cross it. or only cross it when ABSOLUTELY necessary.
- by next weekend i will be staying at the

Chelsea Hotel #2 by Leonard Cohen

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
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