Missing... well, everyone

Why can't we get all the people together in teh world that we really like adn then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone alwasy leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes, I know what I need. I need more hellos.

Chi

trying to use mine.

Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Break into the contents, never falling down.

My knee is still shaking, like i was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
A man railed at me twice though, but i didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'cause you will hate yourself in the end.

You say, "dreams are dreams.
"i ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "'cause i still got my soul."

Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.

You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'cause you will hate yourself in the end.

the stuff the stuff

Erin and her roommate went down to the giant protest ralley, i'd say it was a glittering success and a horrible failure. Success because somewhere around 100,000 people came out to protest the war, and around 150 came to support it. A horrible failure because not only was the president not there to hear it. He already said in before it started that he "appreciated their intentions, but they were wrong" So i dunno, he's just definentally the worlds dumbest asshole, and we gave him the keys to the big red button, shame on us really.
I must say though, While i'm not in support of the war, I really hate Cindy Sheehan, "the anti-war mom" as it were. She's only protesting because her son died, i think that's sad, I can understand where she's coming from, but i honestly don't think the lives of people are on her mind, she's just pissed about her son, and has no other outlet for it. Dying Iraqis don't concern her. Ohh well, my wee little soapbox.

In much more jubilent news, The Brassialian band played they're first show last night. They changed the name again, but i still can't pronounce or remember it so I still don't know what we're called. We played four 40 minute sets at the cafe fresco on 2nd street in Harrisburg, (heading north it's right past locust street). We played from 7 till 11 and man am I exausted. I blew so much air my abs felt like I had done 500 situps, it's probably good for me actually. Some of the tunes were pretty rough, but the crowd definentally didn't notice, it was nice to play to a nice packed room... and I really didn't know there were so many Brassilians in harrisburg, and I definentally didn't know they could all dance so well!!! Everytime we fired up a good Samba that place would get moving, one of the waitresses was a trained flamenco dancer and she even put down her tray at our closing number and was spinning all around fast enough to half make me dizzy... Either way, it was a real blast. We're playing again next week, same place same time, I'd recommend coming around 8 o'clock, because by nine it was standing room only, and we're fairly warmed up and going good at 8. So, again, Cafe Fresco N. 2nd st. Harrisburg. 7 till 11. Hope too see you kids there!