here it goes again

In a few hours, my "vacation" will be over. Tomorrow, everything will be back to how it used to be. To think that my "vacation" was not a legitimate one. I mean, it was my two rest days preceded by an absence. I hate to think that tomorrow, I will be dragging myself again off my bed to become a slave to money. I hate to swim in that fishbowl with fake fishes and muddy waters. I hate to think that I have to do the same thing over and over and over again for 9 long hours, 5 days a week, 4 weeks a month.

By Monday, most people will be coming back to their old routine. Holidays only last for so long. I can't say I made the most out of it. The other night I had a dream asking for a two-month vacation which had more possibility of being granted. Then I woke up, knowing it's far from happening in reality, unless I quit my job, which is something I can't afford to do, at least for now. Another case of 'damn if you do, damn if you don't'. Sucks.





HERE IT GOES AGAIN
OK Go
( -I just adore the video!)

It could be ten, but then again,
I can't remember half an hour
since a quarter to four.

Throw on your clothes,
the second side of Surfer Rosa,
and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.

Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
Oh. here it goes again.

It starts out easy,
something simple,
something sleazy,
something inching
past the edge of the reserve.

Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds
your car is pulling off of the curb.

Just when you think (just when you think)
you're in control,(in control)
just when you think(just when you think)
you've got a hold,(got control)
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes.
Oh, here it goes.
Oh, here it goes again.

I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony,
but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
Throw on your clothes,
the second side of Surfer Rosa,
and you leave me, yeah, you leave me.

Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.