Hi, I'm Nicole.
I'm alright or whatever.
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I let my mom book my flight to Charlotte to spend time with her during spring break in March AND to see The Gaslight Anthem on the 8th…. she booked my return flight for the 7th.
I’m really trying to be an adult and not cry about this… but I am so upset…
There’s nothing like another soul that’s been cut up the same.
But now I’m listening to Handwritten. I’m really trying not to cry. This is just how I feel about a lot of things. Not to mention, it’s just so good.
Holy shit, I’m buying our Gaslight tickets this week.
Brian Fallon, an interview with John Nagle (http://rantnravewithjohn.com/465/2009/05/12/interview-brian-fallon/)
I can’t even right now. This is exactly how I feel about “putting pieces together” and how The Gaslight Anthem helps me to put my pieces together. Excuse me while I go cry my eyes out.
After years of being abused, numb, medicated, angry, angsty, high, empty, lost, broken, confused, and stoic… after I’ve stopped taking anti-depressants, and after I decided to be happy, after I started to truly feel… listening to The Gaslight Anthem, hearing every chord and every lyric and every beat, it helps me put all of the pieces together.
All of the pieces I thought I lost or never had. All of the pieces of my past, some good and some terrifying. All of the pieces who make me who I am. The Gaslight Anthem makes me realize that I am a human, and that’s not a bad thing to be. They make me realize that this is life and every moment is worth living.
So yeah, that’s why I can’t stop listening to them so save my life. Because they are currently saving my life.
have you seen my hands, just look at ‘em shake.
and the song just keeps on repeating, drop the needle again.
and I dance with your ghost, oh but that ain’t the way.
I can’t move on and I can’t stay the same.
and all my friends say,
hey turn the record over
hey, i’ll see you on the flip side.
there you go, turn the key & engine over.
let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet.
have you seen my heart, have you seen how it bleeds?
and the nights are so long, baby, out here in the deep.
the tick, ticking of hours, only I hear they’re long.
I used to hear when she would sleep in my arms, but better sense says…
hey turn the record over
hey, i’ll see you on the flip side.
there you go, turn the key & engine over.
let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet.
and all my friends say,
hey turn the record over,
hey i’ll see you on the flip side.
there you go, turn the key & engine over.
let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet, where you used to be
here with me.
(I think I’ve got it? Let me know if you have something different!)
