I had a balls day today.  Just…fucking balls.

I started reading Amanda Fucking Palmer’s blog and now I’m kind of obsessed with this song.  Really, I’m playing it every single time I get in the car.

“….and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that I ate
came a couple years too late
and I’ve got some issues to work through
there I go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that I have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose….”

…Clearly there are some crazy-making lyrics both here and in the rest of the song, but there’s some great, crashing, chaotic piano, too.  And her voice.  Daaaaang.  Such a good, good song.  But it’s obvious that I may have some issues.

Issues of awesome.