Memories
Boat Club


I have a picture of me and you, 
pictures of places we used to go.
The nights were really long there, 
and I know that we belong there.

Holding a letter I've got from you, 
the words are forgot, but now I know, 
I know that I belong here, 
though the days are really long here. 

The nights were really long there, 
and I know that we belong there. 
Yeah the nights were really long there, 
and I know that I belong there, 
with you.

Pia Fraus
End Of Time And Space Like We Used To Know It Is After You Have Finish


Take my hand and see the world like I see
You'll understand the perfectness I need
Make my way from hollow
From the maze I'm sick and tired of…

Fill your mind with blaze that makes you warble
Trying to compete with present day
Do we still need sanity
Let it go no borders any more

…perfectness I need.

Feel So Sad
Reprise

Sweet Lord, I know
I hate this lonely life so
Lord, I know
It goes so slow
I feel so alone, Sweet Lord

Sweet Lord, it's a sin
To live this life sufferin'
Lord, I pray
I long for a change
But it still remains, Sweet Lord

Sweet Lord, is this my fate?
To live my life in this state
Lord, I know
Time goes slow
I feel so alone, Sweet Lord

Sweet Lord, I pray
Take this bitterness away
I feel so sad
Feel so sad
Feel so sad
I feel so sad, Sweet Lord

BJM
Love of my Life

She said "I love you"
And I know it can't be wrong
'Cos i've waited for so long
I've waited for you

He said "ohhh"
Girl you best run for your life
'Cos i'll never take a wife
I live alone with all my strife
I'm unrepentant

And I said "I love her"
All the tears that she has cried
Many years after they've dried
I will be there by her side
Because i love her
Yes i do

Tao Lin
Life, people learned, was not easy. Life was not cake. Life was not a carrot cake

In the parking lot, she drove and parked in a dark area with no other cars around. She reclined her seat, and listened to music. Outside there were trees, a ditch, a bridge; another parking lot. It was very dark. Maybe the Sasquatch would run out from the woods. Chelsea wouldn’t be afraid. She would calmly watch the Sasquatch jog into the ditch then out, hairy and strong and mysterious—to be so large yet so unknown; how could one cope except by running?—smash through some bushes, and sprint, perhaps, behind Wal-Mart, leaping over a shopping cart and barking. 

Did the Sasquatch bark? It used to alarm Chelsea that this might be all there was to her life, these hours alone each day and night—thinking things and not sharing them and then forgetting—the possibility of that would shock her a bit, trickily, like a three-part realization: that there was a bad idea out there; that that bad idea wasn’t out there, but here; and that she herself was that bad idea. 

But recently, and now, in her car, she just felt calm and perceiving, and a little consoled, even, by the sad idea of her own life, as if it were someone else’s, already happened, in some other world, placed now in the core of her, like a pillow that was an entire life, of which when she felt exhausted by aloneness she could crumple and fall towards, like a little bed, something she could pretend, and believe, even (truly and unironically believe; why not?), was a real thing that had come from far away, through a place of no people, a place of people, and another place of no people, as a gift, for no occasion, but just because she needed—or perhaps deserved; did the world try in that way? to make things fair?

Looking for Alaska
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive

He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized; that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless. And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Air Formation
I can't remember waking up

There are tears in your eyes every time I leave your side,
I can't remember waking up, the thought of light helps the night pass on by.
Here's a lonely place, wasted days and long goodbyes
Tell me everyone feels like this, the water's clear; no current here.
You said you'd never go. Should have left me here on my own
I'm cold; you're white as snow. You should have left me here all alone.