carved angel

i woke up this morning, and dragged my sorry butt to the computer to work on some stuff for my sport class. and turned on the tv to drown out chris' video game. i was kind of hypnotized by it, in my post-sleep stupor, and felt completely alien, watching all these nonsensical things dance across the screen. sometimes the english language becomes foreign to me, and i can't understand what anyone's saying. i struggle to hear, and snap out of it, understanding everything again.

i'm not really a tv snob... i do watch it. but this morning, i just stared at it, wondering if anyone was watching what i was, and was at all excited by it. i felt like i was watching it from the perspective of someone that's not from here. (of course, this isn't the first time i've felt like i don't belong here.)

if spring is my debauchery time of year, summer has become the surreal time...

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting.
The smell of the warm summer air.

I live in a town
where you can't smell a thing,
you watch your feet
for cracks in the pavement.

Up above
aliens hover
making home movies
for the folks back home,

of all these weird creatures
who lock up their spirits,
drill holes in themselves
and live for their secrets.

They're all uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight.

I wish that they'd sweep down in a country lane,
late at night when I'm driving.
Take me on board their beautiful ship,
show me the world as I'd love to see it.

I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me,
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely.
I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life.
They'd shut me away.
But I'd be alright, alright,
I'd be alright,
I'm alright.

I'm just uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight.

radiohead - subterranean homesick alien