The guy downstairs is strumming away on his acoustic guitar, perfecting his version of the Smashing Pumpkins classic Disarm. I can hear his every foible from here in my own living room; every time his voice cracks on the "used to be, a little boy, oooooohhhhh" line I thank god that he is an accountant and not the man who put out the records I drooled over when I was 15. Not the man Shelby tattooed herself for. He's no Billy Corgan, is all I'm saying.
I almost want to join in, since it sounds like I know the words better than him, but I know that wouldn't be right. We have to pretend that we have some semblance of privacy.
Posted by Ethan at February 4, 2004 09:58 PMMan, I love that song. One of the first ones I ever learned. Going to tahoo tonight. Gonna ride the ice baby.. ;-)
-peace
Posted by: 4m1r on February 6, 2004 11:23 AM