Dorienne's Log

Some days, the words of The Strokes, while not 100% applicable, can easily describe a day in my life:

What Ever Happened?

I want to be forgotten,
and I don’t want to be reminded.
You say “please don’t make this harder.”
No, I won’t yet.

I wanna be beside her.
She wanna be admired.
You say “please don’t make this harder.”
No, I won’t yet.

Oh dear, is it really all true?
Did they offend us and they want it to sound new?
Top ten ideas for countdown shows…
Whose culture is this and does anybody know?
I wait and tell myself “life ain’t chess,”
But no one comes in and yes, you’re alone…

You don’t miss me, I know.

Oh Tennessee, what did you write?
I come together in the middle of the night.
Oh that’s an ending that I can’t write, ’cause
I’ve got you to let me down.

I want to be forgotten,
and I don’t want to be reminded.
You say “please don’t make this harder.”
No, I won’t yet.

I want to be beside her.
She wanna be admired.
You say “please don’t make this harder.”
No, I won’t yet…

Sometimes, my own thoughts cannot convey how I feel. Interestingly enough, many times The Strokes do. And although not everything agrees with my present state of mind, it still works on many levels.

I’m tired of everyone I know
Of everyone I see
On the street
And on TV, yeah

On the other side
On the other side
Nobody’s waiting for me
On the other side

I hate them all, I hate them all
I hate myself
For hating them
So drink some more
I’ll love them all
I’ll drink even more
I’ll hate them even more than I did before

On the other side
On the other side
Nobody’s waiting for me
On the other side

Here we go
I remember when you came
You taught me how to sing
Now, it seems so far away
You taught me how to sing

I’m tired of being so judgemental
Of everyone
I will not go to sleep
I will train my eyes to see
That my mind is this blood as a birch on a tree
On the other side
On the other side
I know what’s waiting for me
On the other side

On the other side
On the other side
I know you’re waiting for me
On the other side