Slowdive

Tonight, the three of us, Q, T and I, will go to a show after work. A renowned shoegaze band from the 90's, aptly named Slowdive, is gracing San Francisco with its sounds, which will travel out in all directions from the Warfield. I, of course, after having waited for over forty days, will be staring down at my feet, in a daze, gazing, drugged out and slowly diving, lost in the velvet waves washing over my ears. I can hear them already.

Forty days and I miss you
I'm so high that I've lost my mind
It's the summer I'm thinking of
Forty days and I'm blown away
If I saw something good
I guess I wouldn't worry
If I saw something good
I guess I wouldn't care
You said I'm always sleeping
But it's all I believe in
It's just that I'm always falling
And it makes me feel bad, yeah
If I saw something good
I guess I wouldn't worry
If I saw something good
I guess I wouldn't care
I used to try and watch you
And center on the way that you smile,
I don't know
I used to try and watch you,
I'd center on the way that you smile,
I don't know