confusion in the box

Just a song
to make you fly backwards into a wall...

There are so many things about Art, and Music, that are left purely up to logic. A song, composed by notes in a scale, that only sound good in certain orders, Keys, with certain key Changes. They're just notes, just sound waves that vibrate in your ear, making you hear them.
and for some reason they fuck up everything else in you.

I'm listening to Saeglopur, Sigur Ros, and remembering seeing it live with Angus, and how great it was, how all of my innards were being tossed, mixed, swirled into the mess that became me. I was always like that, but it was brought out that night, in that moment, listening to this song, to the whole set. It was phenomonal, it was beyond me and my experience and ability in comprehension.
and listening to the record again, It's wholly different, because it's a record, not live. But still, I'm remembering that feeling. I'm being blown back to being 17, last summer, awkward little me...

can I improve?
Of course, I am, I know I can. I'm better. I can be better still.

I'm waiting for radiohead to start touring, and then we're going to go through a whole new mess...

Why are things so confusing, when in reality, they're so simple?
Why do our minds always make things weird.

I just don't understand.
I wish I could see into the future, to have some kind of hope put back into me, to have something pat me on the back and reassure me in some way.

Why won't anyway help anymore? Why does no one pay attention to me?
When will someone understand, and do the right thing at the right time? When will someone do something, one simple gesture, that speaks a thousand words, and have both of us know it?
Will he ever connect to me?