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clubbing the foot |
October 22nd, 2007 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Kasabian-club foot
Feeling: hopeful
Wow...it's autumn again...this is the longest i've ever been sober since i was 12. i finally saw what was hidden for so long.i'm on a journey to find my potential.my life.i'm really confused on what to do right now.i know what i want to do..go back to school,get my own place again..have a life.find love again.i've just got alot of walls i have to break down.i still can't beleive i was almost army bound.i look back on it and think i got lucky.or maybe i just wasn't meant to go?either way being a week away from basic and having already sworn in and getting a phone call saying that a slight mistake made by my recruiter defaulted me from my service was more releaving than i thought..skip in time..i've got to get a better job.one that i can afford to live on..i have a chane to move away.i'm really starting to consider it..i need someone to talk to.someone in particular..i'm just scared to...anyway i can't stop listening to these two songs by silversun pickups.. the lyrics have sparked somthing,the music fuels the fire..
future foe scenarios
the things we laid do not amount to much
made of abandoned wood loose stones and such
this revolution baby
proves who you work for lately
release the castaways who run amok
from self appointed winds which blow and such
when present tense gets strangled in the mire
made of our cozy decomposing wires
who do you work for baby
and does it work for you lately
but when the night is over and the walls start burning
when fire starts to matter and the clock is churning
cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from
learning
it's alright
the things we laid do not amount to much
made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs
when present tense gets strangled in the woes
made of our future foe scenarios
this revolution baby
proves who you work for lately
who do you work for baby
and does it work for you lately
but when the night is over and the walls keep linking
when fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking
cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from
thinking
our minds keep thinking
it's alright
that's when it turned on me
a motorcade of 'meant to be's'
parades of beauty queens
where soft entwines make kindling
these many detailed things
like broken nails and plastic rings
will win by keeping me
from speaking to my new darling
and there's no way to know
our future foe scenarios
that's when it turned on me
where bobby pins hold angel wings
it's alright
Rusted Wheel
so you can't hold a star in your hand though
at least you can hold on to another plan
rusted wheel planted still
i can tell it's summer from the
size of the bugs that fly through my window
flying through my window
rusted wheel planted still
rusted wheel can't move on
i can tell it's winter from the
size of the lump in my throat
got a lump in my throat
rusted wheel planted still
rusted wheel can't move on
and it feels just like the ground
but trapped in another way
just still in the ground
and it feels just like the ground
and trapped in another way
just still in the ground
so you can't hold a star in your hand though
at least you can move on to that better plan
rusted wheel planted still
rusted wheel can't move on...
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Cheer Me Up
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in the summers when you know. |
April 8th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
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i realized last night that drugs do nothing but make me feel worse anymore.or that they always did.i'm drinking blood and it's easter.someone crucify me.put nai9ls im my arms and feet in accordance with the anglo-saxton tales of old.i saw her for the first time in what seemed like forever.it was emotional on my side.i tried not to let it show.i miss my best friend..she knows more of me than anyone.i could stay here,stuck,struggling to live hopeing i'll find love again in this loveless place.or i can make something happen. |
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Cheer Me Up
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my obsession with sad.... |
October 22nd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: modest mouse....still
Feeling: agitated
"Edit The Sad Parts"
Sometimes all I really want to feel is love
Sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry
Sometimes my feelings get in the way
Of what I really feel I needed to say
If you stand in a circle
Then you'll all have a back to bite
Back logged voices on the 7 wonders
We're all so funny but he's lost his joke now
A communication from the one lined joke
A stand up comic and a rock musician
Making so much noise you don't know when to listen
Why are you judging people so damn hard
You're taking your point of views a bit too far
I made my shoes shine with my coal
But my polish didn't shine the hole
If you stand in a circle
Then you'll all have a back to bite
Back logged books on the 7 wonders
We're all so funny but he's lost his joke now
Our communications come from one lined joke
From stand up comics and a rock musicians
Making so much noise you don't know when to listen
Think it over
There's the air of the height of the highrollers
Think it over
You aint got nothing till ya know her
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Cheer Me Up
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Change the Leaves... |
September 20th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: modest....mouse
Feeling: cold
Fall...down
spiral...to the ground
change...your ways
die...unhappy
has life ever really been happy?
think...what have i done?
too late...your race is won...
won?
by who?
this barrel of this gun?
no...by your own self destruction..
colors...so pretty...every color of every sunset will be on the branches soon...ready..
to fall....to die...to decompose...to become green again...i wish i could be green again..
got to get out...got to leave..these leaves..
that...
spiral...
ever downward..
like me... |
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Cheer Me Up
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