don't doubt me (hits the pavement hard)

for the last six or seven days i keep thinking, i should cover a pavement song. but you can't. you can't. they're so laid back and perfect. see, i remember buying slanted and enchanted and being blown away. and listening to brave new waves and heaing this (box elder)... holy fuck, stephen malkmus... you don't know that much about pavement, so you can't know that he's like (among) the greatest frontman of all time.... michale stipe was not close. lou reed, yes. iggy. i fucking accept a fundamental base here, you don't have to argue fucking first principles. fuck. anyway, i had no idea he (malkmus) was a guitar player. he's the greatest possible rock singer. how could he do somethign else? but i saw him on that last tour on guitar and he was something else.

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i was dressed for success. but success it never comes.

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you could wait for me or i could wait for you. but in the end, are you really the kind who wants to hang around? cause i'm not.


(*it's really wowie zowie)