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08/04/2002 entry: "Ain't got no records to play"

I think I've decided that in my 20 years of living on this planet, of all the songs I've ever heard, the Talking Heads song "Life During Wartime" has to have the best lyrics ever. I mean, the entire entity that is the song is great, but the lyrics are probably the best I've ever heard.

Everytime I listen to it, I just sit and imagine what things would be like if some huge, destructive war broke out where we couldn't really go on living the way we do anymore. At least, a huge war that didn't involve nuclear weapons. And like... it would be different than other US wars, because we wouldn't be protected, it would pretty much be every man for himself... Yeah. I don't know, I would have to go into great detail to explain everything.

But for some strange reason I'm incredibly attracted to the idea of survival being priority number one. I don't look at our world and see that. Most people's first priorities are things like money, family, friends, love, a good job,.. themselves. That's so different than survival.

I guess maybe the reason this all sounds so good to me is because I think that's the only thing that would actually motivate me to do something. If my survival required me to leave home, drive fast, drop out of school, leave my material possessions behind if they can't help me in that survival,.. you find out what's really important to you when you think about that. And it's true, some of the things I find out about myself I don't necessarily like. But not all of them. I don't know.

I just hate how materialistic and capitalistic I am. I can say, "Well it's hard not to be in this country" and maybe it is, but I'm sure I could be doing things differently than I do. So yeah.

Mad props to the Talking Heads for writing my favorite lyrics ever in the world.