April 11th, 2003

beartato phd

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So tired. Mhock still hasn't called or showed up. I wonder what's up. I suppose I could try calling him. Anyway, it's so cool seeing old friends again, and playing puerto rico (mitz, meister, dee) was fun even if I have no clue how to play it game effectively.

Played a bunch of zelda again after I got home. Was trying to read Aspects in the lounge before that, but didn't make a lot of progress. Perhaps I ought to try overriding that part of my brain that latches on to certain types of freshman/sophomoreish lounge-frequenting-people before ridiculous things happen all over again.
beartato phd

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"Friday Morning"
    A           Bbmaj7               A                G
And suddenly it seemed like she just didn't feel like talking much
  F                 G              A             Dm
A worried blankness on her face as she began, "I like you, but..."
    A                   Bmaj7            A                     G
She sighed and spoke as if each word had burned her lips while speaking it
    F            G                   A               Dm
The music had no life, she said, without the wanting driving it
   A            Bbmaj7           A                G
To be again, so close to him, to feel complacent, safe, content
      F                G                   A                A7
Would blind her to the shades of blue, and numb to what her music meant
          Dm       G       C        F
though he didn't believe a word she said
         Dm7  G              C       A7
he could sympathize with her doubts
      Dm       G        C             F
still knew she wouldn't leave him for this
    Dm       Bm7     E7   E7 
and wondered what it was about

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beartato phd

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"Friday Night"
   Am                             Eb                     D
He finds a place to sit and rest, collect his thoughts a bit
Am                                Eb                  D   E
calmly stop, accept the fact that they would never... no, shit,
Am                             Eb               D
Damn the day he looked at her, damn his puerile dreaming
Am                                  Eb         D
Damn the nights he slept by her, so innocently seeming
   Am                           Eb           D
to promise many more to him, as he so gladly would
  Am                                     Eb               D
Instead, the fucking nerve, to leave for feeling too damn good?
          Am             G
What, she wanted love to hurt like hell,
        F                 E
just so she would fucking play as well?

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