Back Again

Good old TEB, bringing me back to myself when I least expect it. I've seen a few artist perform, but nothing matches up to the way they hit the stage. We got lucky that Stephan Jenkins was having a good night and fell in love with the crowd (enough to prompt him to break into a Nelly song halfway through Never Let You Go), plus the four of us were the best fans there who brought the top hats (SJ always performs with the same one). It's one of those shows that you don't realize you're really there until after it's over, when they're leaving the stage to the crowd humming the reprise they wrote especially for that purpose. Even if you don't know all of their music, I would say it's definitely something you have to do before you die. Anyway, that split personality is knocking on my door again, which feels strangely good because I've lost track of it lately. But I'm reminded why I want more, because there's the other side of myself that I forget about so easily.

Crystal Baller
Third Eye Blind

I close my eyes and I see a freak
I think it's me and I'm afraid to speak
So I keep on going from week to weakness
Way out in a line

I dream of lives we could have had before,
But the heat is broke down, open doorways
Friends of yours will tell me more
What happens in your mind?
ooo ohh ohh

Can we try and take the high road?
Though we don't know where it ends
I wanna be your Crystal Baller
Wanna show you how it ends

Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon
Punch drunk off of somebody's joke
What happened to the time?

A foot note in your dance-off days
In my mind that record still plays
Still wonder what the fuck it says
I'm hoping there is time

Can we try and take the high road
Though we don't know where it ends
I wanna be your Crystal Baller
I can show you how it ends


Can we talk about tomorrow
And the promise that it brings?
I wanna be your Crystal Baller
I want to show you everything

I wonder what the whole thing's for?
I wonder what the whole thing's for?

In the moment you were screaming at me
I must have been somebody else
And the patrons of the pub keep singing

Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon
Punch drunk off of somebody's joke
What happened to the time?

I dream of lives we could have had before,
But the heat is broke down, open doorways
Like waiting for a trick to score
It seems that way sometimes

I wonder where we're all going
I'm homesick for your primal knowing
I wonder why the wind keeps blowing
You through my mind

Try and take the high road
Remember we were friends
I wanna be your Crystal Baller
I want to be your diamond ring

The one I never gave you
And the promise that it brings
Let me be your Crystal Baller
I will show you everything
Be your Crystal Baller
Be your Crystal Baller