i remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn constant quarreling, the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman all the slander and doublespeak were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth cup your mouth to compress the sound skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town and everything that i said was true as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth well i lost track when those words were said you took the wheel and steered us into my bed and soon we woke and i walked you home and it was pretty clear that it was hardly love and as the summer's ending the cold air will rush your hard heart away you were so condescending as the alcohol drained the days and as the summer's ending the cold air will rush your hard heart away you were so condescending and this is all that's left the empty bottles, spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes 'cause it's time to move on

shouldn't have to pay for this because you didn't ask for it you shouldn't have to pay to live living as a counterfeit tie me to the telephone make me be a slave to it watching our nights alone taking down the deficit all you've ever known is what they told you and they told you that you wanted searching to the sun

every time that you shout from across the street never comes out a sound, just the way you look at me what have you heard about me from those kids i always see you hanging out with? what kind of gossip, calculations? we've got something to hide on my side of town you know it's no real surprise, but word gets around i don't know what you heard about me from those kids i always see you hanging out with their outlet, indignation when they call up your house, you're nowhere to be found say you're not coming out, but you still come around i know you're no good with secrets you always seem to forget just what the point is i hear the words slipping out of your lips

I cannot stop listening to this Editors record. In my opinion they've surged past Interpol as the post-punk leaders of the 21st century. See my entire review (and in depth Joy Division comparative analysis) here.

blood runs through your veins
that's where our similarity ends

I played more of FIFA 06 last night. I honestly don't know how much more time i'm going to give this game, because i find it seriously lacking when stood up against Winning Eleven. One thing that's absolutely terrible is how the motion-capture animations interrupt gameplay. For example, if you take a shot on goal and the opposing keeper manages to get a hand on it, there's several things that can happen ... he catches it, he deflects it either out of bounds or back into play, or he bobbles it near him. When the latter occurs, the game kicks into autopilot to show the keeper dropping the ball then leaping on top of it. While this is happening, you lose control of your attackers and they all automatically begin running away from goal. Even when the ball is lying in open play after the keeper spilled it. I was ready to beat the TV last night when the game forced Hernan Crespo away from goal while the keeper was struggling to smother a loose ball that was two feet away from my striker. This is totally ridiculous in my opinion. The game is slick visually, no doubt, but it's all for naught when some of that eye candy is obtained at the cost of realistic gameplay. My conclusion is that the game takes waaaaaaaay too much control of your players. For example, when your opponent crosses the ball into your penalty area, you are automatically given control of the nearest defender, but all too often i find you are prevented from getting in the prime position by some kind of mysterious force field. Or when i actually have the foresight to identify where the ball will be played, i first have to switch to the right defender (a challenge in and of itself) and then try to break down the same force field. Why? Who freakin' knows ... maybe this was EA's solution to make the game more challenging. Lame. My frustrations with the available formations continue ... my forays with Chelsea have been seriously damaged by the fact that there is no formation that makes proper use of both Makelele and Lampard. Last night, playing the default 4-3-2-1 lineup, Makelele was infinitely more present in the attack than Lampard. No freakin' way. And it's totally bogus that a defensive midfielder with a role as defined as Makelele pops up in the penalty area during set pieces. Little things yes, but WE doesn't have these same problems so Konami has obviously figured something out that EA has either knowingly or unknowingly ignored.