making a mix...

kristine's cousin is having a birthday in the next few days, so i'm working diligently on a birthday mix... and since i'm pretty confident said cousin doesn't stop by the ole bloggy-blog, i'll go ahead and ramble about it...
i normally loooove making mix cds, but this one's got me a bit stumped... i normally pick and choose songs i love that undoubtedly the person who will be receiving said cd will also adore, because how could they possibly not, right? wrong. not this dude. in a car one day, listening to one of my absolutel favorite jimmy eat world songs ever (what i would say to you now) and he made a comment about how he didn't like it. ouch. did you see the ginat arrow that just slid through my heart? and that wasn't the only song i adored that he made a similar comment about, so i'm less confident about my choices and i'm finding it hard to find songs that i think will work. so much effort. lol.

thus far i've got:

jose gonzalez
josh rouse
pernice brothers
the postal service
modest mouse
the raconteurs (acoustic)
wheat
the the
ryan adams
morrissey (this one won't go over well, i'm like 99.9% sure. lol)
foo fighters
matt skiba
plain white ts


what i would say to you now: for the record, this song reminds me of a certain friend who i didn't talk to for the better part of 6 or so months... everytime i heard this song during that time i'd bawl my little emo eyes out. can't you just see it? and just for fun, let's just remember the show i dragged said friend to, in the basement of the middle east, where they played that very song first. oh, good times, good times...

Still sitting there with your legs crossed,
not paying attention to me.
If we talk, just curious, would this end up like it always does?
All the wrong I've done.
All the wrong I'll do.
Keeps me from trying.
It keeps me quiet.
Throw out your arms to each side.
It's easier to let things go.
When we talk think what we say: there's questons then silence and
in silence we remain.
All the wrong I've done and all the wrong I'll do.
It keeps me from trying.
Keeps me from calling you.
Something I just found out.
Something you know by now.
Hope makes you so strong.
Strength keeps you alone and far away.

i wish i had an mp3 of this song... i have it on cd somewhere... and on 7 inch, too, but i'm much too lazy to go digging through records... (ooh, hurrah, for the internet... thanks to this swell site i've got multiple versions of this song now in MP3)