Anyone else get extremely, I dunno… mentally dramatic, when they’re tired? I just have these days sometimes where I’m just sitting up in my room and then, I start to get all depressed and career-suicidal and thinking everyone’s a… conniving (insert your own choice of inflammatory insult here), and I need to start taking charge of my life and stop being a priss about it, and blah blah blah, cycle of self abuse.
It’s just weird. It’s probably chemical. It’s also annoying.
But, what always fixes it for me, besides a good wink of sleep, is music and singing. And then I feel better about everything. At least marginally.
I LOVE YOU, MUSIC. LET’S GET MARRIED. Oh right, we are. ;)
Leyton Buzzards - I Don’t Want to Go to Art School
I wouldn’t take this at face value. Think satire. ;)
Considering the time and what punk in the UK meant for da yout’, I would imagine this was kind of a… tongue in cheek irony sort of thing. Like oh yeah, I’d NEVER go to art school. I’d rather do important work like coal mining, ‘cause I don’t think I’m better than anyone like SOME people. Issues of class and that basically, y’know?
The third verse at about 2:35 convinces me of that. And his chuckling in one of the repeats of the chorus after that.