Today (A Song Fragment)

I find this handwritten lyric sheet in an old milk crate of zines, comics, and personal papers. The Anchormen never finished or performed this song.

I wake up in the morning
and I go right back to bed
I look into the mirror
and I look like living dead

I don't even want to go outside
I just want to stay inside today
Inside today x3

I'm sitting at the table
and looking at the bowl
It's full of Frankenberry
But I'm feeling kind of full

I don't even, even want to eat
I'm too full of myself and me
Myself today x3

Why oh why -- why is everything
Why oh why -- against me
Why oh why -- I don't know
Why oh why -- I've got nowhere to go
Nowhere to go x3

I look outside the window
and I see you on the street
You've got my necklace on
And you're in your stocking feet

But I don't really, really miss your ???
I've got a bad case of the miss you blues today
Miss you today x3

I hear the doorbell ring
ringing loud and clear
my heart begins its singing
my mind introduces fear

I don't know why, why I think it's you
But I hope that, hope that it's true today
It's true today x3

CHORUS

And now you're in my kitchen
We're cooking up a storm
I think it's pretty bitchen
??? my heart is fiery warm

I don't know if we're missing any spice
But I think that, that it's nice today
It's nice today x3

Excerpts from a Notebook

Tidying up the front room this evening after boxing up some books for storage, I came across an old notebook from January-March 2001. Not all of the contents were notable -- most of the notebook was blank -- but the following fragments might be worth documenting. Text in parentheses was added at the time of posting.

(Aphorisms)

• You can't time comfort.
  
• I can't tell if it's strange because I'm myself.
  

(Song Segment)
There's a man by a table and he's willing and he's able to eat that cake
There's a cat and a dog and a rat and a hog and they're on the take
And I

Snowfall in Chinatown
Squid's the worst dish in the house, he says. It's made of Cream of Wheat. The chicken, duck, and beef are made with gluten/tofu: "meat."

(Song Segment 2) 3/9
If we want to build tomorrow, then we've got to build a bridge
between this stage and the floor
between the band and the audience
Because music has become, has become a commodity
And music making has changed from an art to an industry

No matter how hard we try
we cannot sell out
It's a matter of do or die
We cannot sell out

(Song Segment 3) 1/25/2001
I saw a man walking down the street
w/ a mop n his hand, going to make a clean sweep
and tidy up, everything in its place
If you spend your whole life cleaning, you always will be late

Is it true that if a tree falls down
It doesn't make a single noise if no one is around?
A silent death, forest for the trees
Or is the world a collective perception of reality?

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