Volume III [No.6]

Apple of My Ear 
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 [Entry #7] 

                      What Isn't Nature?       

                                  Cass McCombs           

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O Beautiful Day!
There's mosquitoes about!
If they're not sucking
They're spitting my blood out
Follow the virus
It's a bird in it's nest
It's just doing what it does best
What Isn't Nature
Love is
Vengeance is
The overdosed hippie girl
in the port-o-potty is
Sure, there is plenty
of ugly things around
But that does not mean
There is no common ground
What isn't Nature
There is a nature to all things
There's nothing wrong with love
Have some humility
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Volume III [No.5]

If you could smell the dirt of our birth, the steaming mess of mud and sand that coated our placebal ceilings, our linoleum floor, our plush livingroom carpet, that dripped slowly as if from a broken egg shell, falling silently and forming in lumpy conical piles on magazines and empty ash trays, on dvd cases and unmopped floors, covering every inch of every possible space in a thick black skin until nothing shone through and all was dull and quiet like the inside of some fucking strange hole, if you could smell that dirt, then you could taste the very essence of our souls.

         

love, the management-

Volume III [No.4]

Society’s standards are fucked. If you’re reserved and quiet, you’re emo. If you’re open and expressive, you’re attention hungry. If you’re a virgin by 16, you’re doing something wrong. If you lose it by 16, you’re a whore. If you don’t compliment yourself, you’re begging for compliments. If you do compliment yourself, you’re full of yourself. If you’re unique, you’re weird. If you’re “normal,” you’re boring. It’s hard to find yourself in a world so centered around perfection, when in reality imperfection is what defines us.

- Andrew Vanwyngarden

Volume III [No.3]

Jade:
Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma and pa
Not that way that I do love you

Alexander:

Holy moley, me oh my
You're the apple of my eye
Girl, I've never loved one like you

Jade:
Man, oh man, you're my best friend
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain't nothing that I need

Alexander:
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
Ain't nothing please me more than you

Both:
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is wherever I'm with you

La, la, la, la, take me home
Mother, I'm coming home

Alexander:
I'll follow you into the park
Through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I never loved one like you

Jade:
Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and pay phone calls
I've been everywhere with you

Alexander:
That's true
Laugh until we think we'll die
Barefoot on a summer night
Never could be sweeter than with you

 

Jade:
And in the streets you run a-free
Like it's only you and me
Geez, you're something to see

Both:
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is wherever I'm with you

La, la, la, la, take me home
Daddy, I'm coming home

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Him: Jade

Her: Alexander

Him: Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?

Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me

Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?

Her: Yes, I do

Him: Well, there's something I never told you about that night

Her: What didn't you tell me?

Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you until just now

Both:
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is where I'm alone with you

Him:
Home
Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you

Her:
Ah, home
Yes I am home
Home is when I'm alone with you

Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma and pa
Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and pay phone calls

Both:
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Ah, home
Let me go home
Home is where I'm alone with you

Volume III [No.2]

Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved

Love is you
You and me

Love is knowing
We can be
Love is free, free is love

Love is living, living love

Love is needing to be loved

Volume III [No.1]

When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me I didn’t understand the assignment and I told them they didn’t understand life.
-John Lennon