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Friday, August 13th, 2010 by

"Who would've thunk
the thirteenth fell on Friday?"

Today is Friday the 13th. So, watch this live recording of the band Jawbreaker playing their song "In Sadding Around."

This shatterer of a song sums up many of the roiling doubt-stricken internal emotions of being young.

Or being any age.

Never before had the sentence "We make plans." held or hurt so much.

Lyrics on a cloudy day.

The video is by YouTube's boywithstars, who had this commentary on the clip:

Jawbreaker playing "In Sadding Around" live at Vino's in Little Rock, AR on 6/15/1993. This is from the tour that followed their recoding session with Steve Albini for 24 Hour Revenge Therapy. I've kept all the between song banter and whatnot so that you can view the whole show if you'd like, the quality of this one is a bit lacking. Go to my profile, and check out the playlists for the easiest way to watch the whole thing, or other shows. This is part 11 of 14

(Thank you to YouTube's boywithstars & the indispensable loosecharm.org. Hello LRRN! Hello LNZLLO! Hey, Hodge.)

Now, the lyrics for Jawbreaker's "In Sadding Around" from the album 24 Hour Revenge Therapy.

Sleeping off the last five years
takes another five.
Recovery in lieu of being here right now.
When I throw myself at your feet,
you know it's to be walked on.
We're breaking up
every single night.

If I had a choice, don't you think I'd make it?
I lost my voice.
Hope I didn't break it.
Little demons by my bed
whisper secrets.
The kind you never hear.

I dip my toe in this cold, cold life.
I want to dive but I can't find your feet.
You with a view
so unlike my own.
I'm trying on your eyes.
So I let go, fall to the ground.
It's a long way down again.

Petty cons keep peeling back my ears.
We make plans.
Collaborate and give to you
my better half.
Until now just dead weight,
a prisoner of doubt.
In a cell we kiss and tell
all our keepsakes.

I dip my toe in this cold, cold life.
I want to dive but I can't find your feet.
You with a view so unlike my own.
I'm trying on your eyes.
So I let go, fall to the ground.
It's a long way down again.
Sore, hit the floor.
Got my first glimpse of the sky.
The stars were on your side.
Who would've thunk
the thirteenth fell on Friday?
I say hello and it's goodbye again.

May your Friday the 13th be a good one. After all, it's just another day.

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