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i don't want to live like this, but i don't want to die

okay, so nothing justifies a second post today except for tomorrow being a holiday. 

THIS SONG has been stuck in my head the past few days. love the guitar intro. can't play it, but it's wicked. 

the lovely people of the internet pointed out in the comments section that the line "i don't want to live like this, but i don't want to die" actually originally shows up from VW's older song "Finger Back", and you're welcome for the lyrics video, because most of VW songs are 67% incomprehensible:

also, i think only this band can pull off using the words "etiquette", "exonerating" and "eviscerate" in one song, while casually incorporating numerous biblical references like it's nobody's business. also, is it technically plagiarizing to use a lyric from an old song even if it's your own song because yes, plagiarism works in mysterious ways, especially when you're in school and i feel like Ezra being an English major would've known this?? also, confirming his major for accuracy's sake brought me here, which is kind of a pleasant diversion from my original train of thought, which might be as random as it gets for me for tonight. i'm always way more curious about singers' ability to write fiction than their songwriting skills, mostly because the two are so different from each other and are almost equally hard. trying to manipulate truth to fit into the confines of a 4-chord song structure presents, i imagine, the same struggle as with a 60 to 80k-word prose. 

as for "Off the Grid" by Ezra...he's got a quirky voice and a great handle on prose though nothing beats his old blog. that said, i'd like for him to write a novel, please. 

additional bonus to this unexpected random: i discovered Switchfoot did a cover of Harmony Hall?!?!?!?! 

if i remember the olden days correctly, they're the first band i ever saw live! so glad to see they're still around. their song "Stars" is classic.

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