So Much Music, So Little Time

I've been trying to organize my music somehow on my computer, and I'm finally getting around to doing it. Just including my "real" CDs--no mixes, in other words--Windows Media Player presented me with a staggering playlist of over 116 hours of music. That's almost five days worth. And that's still not including all the...extra...music.

The problem is that I am never going to be able to listen to it all. In the last week alone I've gotten almost 20 new CDs. It's probably going to be months before I even listen to some of them. o_O; I like music and all, but maybe I need to cut back for a while?

Nah.

Graduation is in 2.5 weeks. Ican'twaitIcan'twaitIcan'twait. Summer cannot come soon enough. (And can't possibly last long enough.) I've got so much to do. Especially not that Nick tipped me off to a place in La Crosse called the Warehouse. Apparantly some pretty good bands stop by every now and then, usually only with a few days notice. We missed Rufio by a week. Sad. Remind me to keep watching that site. (And I love the phrase at the top--if you need alchohol to enjoy the band, the band sucks.) And Day at the Fair was there tonight, but I had stuff to do. =(

One of the CDs I got from Nikki was Punk Goes Acoustic. There's one song I'm hooked on. "Swing Life Away" by Rise Against. I listened to it far too many times today.

Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

(Chorus)
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long I think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
So let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
And I've got some friends some that I hardly know
We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

(Chorus)
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars i'll tell you whose is worse
and let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

(Chorus)
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

swing life away
swing life away
swing life away
swing life away

And with that, I'm now like every other pathetic blogger ever that posts lyrics.

I've got homework to do. =/

Midway - Student Rick
Always - Saliva
Automatic - Less Than Jake
Eastern Homes and Western Hearts - Day at the Fair