Friday, July 18, 2008

The Last Night



Tonight's the last night that I'm waiting up for you
It doesn't seem to matter if I do
'Cause you've got friends and places where you feel much more at ease
I've come to realize that's nothing new
I've learned one thing for certain
With you near me all this time
That what was yours is yours, what's mine is mine
But of all of these possessions I have let go of the greatest one of all
Tonight's the last night that I'm going to feel this way
This emptiness is so hard to explain
I've changed my number and the locks on all the doors
And I hope I never go through this againTonight's the last night that I'll ever spend with you
And please don't ask me why 'cause I don't know
It's just a funny feeling that's been building up inside
Tonight I have decided I must go
I must go

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Seven Sisters

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Monday, July 14, 2008

The Drake Formula

N = N* fp ne fl fi fc fL

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Clue Too

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Saturday, July 12, 2008

What Comes Next? Or Who?

Don't cry it's over
forevermore
You never saw it
You never did it
but here you are
and there I am
You see the one side
but refuse to face it,
You know the one side
but cannot live It.
You can't believe it
I can't live it
but here you are
There I am
You never dreamed it
I could never believed it
but here you are
and there you are
You see the one side
but refuse to face it,
You know the one side
but cannot live it
Now . . .

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Insainity is Nuts Part 2

I can't avoid the insane...be it in me or in the people I meet walking down the street. This all makes as much sense as the things I hear from the homeless guy who lives behind the library who talks about the gremlins that live in is pants...GOD FUCK I am just so weary of this constant struggle to find a peace between normalcy and identity....

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Between Something and Nothing

Words that form a sentence
Words that form a phrase
In a poem or a letter
Could not convey the meaning
Of what this man has done
In a painting
On canvas
As the colors fading
They dictate my mood
Can you see me
Are you near me
I find myself on canvas
I find myself on stage
Can you see me
Are you near me
And I long to know you're real
And I long for you to be part of me
I long to know you're real
And I long for you to be a part of me
In the fading twilight
I sit and stare at her
In all her beauty
Her beauty
You know I have to wonder
Why all great men must die
And leave their treasure
They leave their treasure

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Ballerina out of Control

Her world came crashing down
And all that it contained
A million pieces of dreams
Coming apart at the seams
But she twists and she whirls
Dismissing it aa away,
Wasn't quite the same as it was
Yesterday
Her night begins the day
Why think when we can play
"I find it so hard to find,
A certain dress of that kind"
As she twists and she whirls
And she dances it all away,
The problems persist, they won't
Go away
She twists and she whirls
Dancing it all away,
Would rather see the night
Than the reason of the day
I find it so hard to find
Any reason to this kind

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

The Most Beautiful Little Girl EVER

I have been ... Crucified...Fate has wounded me deeply yet again and all I have to add is an emotional "ouch". Why do I get these blessings put before me only to have them snatched away where I can never be anything for or too them....I am not cruel...stupid, at times, yes, but I am not cruel...I miss my beautiful children and want so much just for their company....I don't deserve this and I am sorry if I greive and weep for their absence...I just want to see speak and kiss them....I am sorry if their mothers have felt the need to leave and push me away....I love them and they can't be held up for anything on their feelings...I am lost on some of these issues...that or rather those are issues between they and I. I was never cruel, I never raised a hand, I was just too sad to be around.

Daisy Sarah Sophia Stone

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My New Favorite Shape


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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I likes a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me

And then theres those other things
Which for several reasons we wont mention
Everything about em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly

Its not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places (Or in my case Talking about them)
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town

Playing with prodigal sons
Take a lot of sentimental valiums
Cant expect the world to be your raggedy andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown

You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of lesson in tightropes
Or surfing your high hopes or adios kansas

Its not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Still theres not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
Im just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
A little bit tower of pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if Im a mess

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk

Man people get so snoty

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A New England



New England Lyrics
Artist(Band):Billy Bragg
Review The Song (1)Print the Lyrics

I just wanted to post this for the record of things, It's just a Billy Bragg song that I have a certain affection for that I kind of think applies very closely to shall we say certain events and motives that I have both now and previously lived through. Call it an anthem of life if you will...hell call it xandoutrgerty if that serves your taste...I don't care...it's personal...And I leave it open to interpretation to those who think they may be up to the challenge. Go for it


"I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long
People ask when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still
Tho I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill
I don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
(Looking for another girl)
(Looking for another girl)
(Looking for another gi-rl)"

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Room mates are nuts

Only time and Death will ever tell, why do these psycho room mate fools keep finding me ? Fuck you Johnathan, you weird ill- lucid moron...

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