It is Friday at 4:22 PM and I am almost done for the week. I am sitting at my desk at IBM writing a script to automate the work I have been doing and all seems to be going well. I love it when works leads me to something I really enjoy. Rocking out to ‘A Perfect Circle’ on my iPod. I really believe that listening to music while working really makes me more productive.
I know I have apparently been AFK for the past week or so, but work has continued to take a toll on my free time, but such is life. I think I will start posting from work occasionally, as I am now, just to keep on top of this.
I do think I will follow in Larry’s footsteps and post some lyrics. The Outsider by ‘A Perfect Circle’ is just a great song; engaging music, interesting lyrics with a distant, empty feeling that reminds me of songs by ‘Tool’ and ‘Nine Inch Nails’.
“The Outsider”
Help me if you can
It’s just that this, this is not the way I’m wired
So could you please,
Help me understand why
You’ve given in to all these
Reckless dark desires
You’re lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on the faultline
What’ll it take to get it through to you precious
Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess. I don’t want to watch you.
Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
What’s your rush now, everyone will have his day to die
Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerence
Narcissistic, drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence
Lying through your teeth again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on the fautline
What’ll it take to get it through to you precious
Go with this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, I don’t wanna watch you…
Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
What’s your rush now, everyone will have his day to die
They were right about you
They were right about you
Lying to my face again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it put it on the fautline
What’ll it take to get it through to you precious
Over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, Coalesce, Coalesce
Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time
What’s your hurry, everyone will have his day to die
If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere,
Do it somewhere far away from here