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Saturday, 24 July 2010

  • i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

    “I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity.” 
    Looking for Alaska

    “I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race”
    The Smiths 


    “This land is your land and this land is my land, sure. but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.”
     Bob Dylan




    The best of us must sometimes eat our words.
    J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets,





    "Fuck it. I'm inadequate. What can you do?"
    Chris, Skins



    "In the moonlight I see you, hunched over
    In the moonlight you turn into blue dusk
    I thank you for the hope you have gave me"
    Sigur Ros

     

    Only the shallow know themselves.
    Oscar Wilde




    “No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”

      Bob Dylan





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Wednesday, 30 September 2009

  • the sixteenth.

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    but you don't really care for music,
    do you?



    Glass of gin and a folding chair
    Sitting out by the wading pool, chlorine blue
    Rush of wind passing over me
    Restless nights
    Chin up, cheer up
    My love's another kind.

    When I clung to you there was nothing to hold on tight with, you left me adrift.
    Colorado, what now?



    You've got wits, you've got looks, you've got passion,
    But I swear that you've got me all wrong,
    But you've got me.

    I'll be true, I'll be useful, I'll be cavalier,
    I'll be yours my dear.
    And I'll belong to you,
    If you'll just let me through.



    So don't complicate it by hesitating.
    And this is wonderful as loving goes,
    This is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?

    And I said "I've gotta be honest
    I've been waiting for you all my life."
    For so long I thought I was asylum bound,
    But just seeing you makes me think twice.
    And being with you here makes me sane,
    I fear I'll go crazy if you leave my side.



    So this is odd,
    The painful realization that has all gone wrong.
    And nobody cares at all.

    So this is strange,
    Our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
    Where nobody leads at all.



    So you buried all your lover's clothes
    And burned the letters lover wrote,
    But it doesn't make it any better.
    Does it make it any better?

    This is incredible.
    Starving, insatiable,
    Yes, this is love for the first time.



    And the picture frames are facing down,
    And the ringing from this empty sound
    Is deafening and keeping you from sleep.

    And breathing is a foreign task,
    And thinking's just too much to ask,
    And you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.



    Hope has sprung a perfect dive
    A perfect day, a perfect lie.
    A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.

    In the planning stages and the fallen faces,
    Are the singular proof that it was ever alive.



    She smiled in a big way, the way a girl like that smiles.
    When the world is hers and she held your eyes.

    Out in the breezeway,
    Down by the shore in the lazy summer.
    And she pulled you in, and she bit your lip,
    And she made you hers.
    She looked deep into you as you lay together quiet,
    In the grasp of dusk and summer.



    And she combed your hair, and she kissed your teeth,
    And she made you better than you'd been before.
    She told you bad things you wished you could change in the lazy summer.

    But you've already lost,
    When you only had barely enough to hang on.

Sunday, 02 August 2009

  • the fifteenth.

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    when i close my eyes,
    it's still you that i see.



    You need not to climb mountain tops,
    You need not to cross the sea.
    You need not to find a cure
    For everything that makes you weak.

    You need not to reach for the stars,
    When life becomes so dark,
    And when the wind does blow against the grain.



    The sun no longer shines.
    The happiness for which you long is washed away,
    Like an oceans tide.
    When all the hard times outweigh the good,
    And all your words are misunderstood.

    When death creeps in to play it's part.



    I can feel the wind blowin'
    It's sending shivers down my spine
    I can feel the wind blowin'.
    It shakes the trees and the power lines.
    What makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?
    I think I know.

    I can see the sun settin'
    It's casting shadows on the sea
    I can see the sun, it's setting.
    It's getting colder, starting to freeze.
    What makes a man want to break a heart with ease?
    I think I know.



    I can hear my train comin'
    I'm still runnin' for my life.
    What makes a man pray, when he's about to die?
    I think I know.

    This has never been my sole intention,
    And I have never claimed to have patents on such inventions.



    There is something that I must confess to you tonight,
    And that is I expect nothing less from you tonight.

    And I know its not to get away from me,
    You just need a change of scenery.
    So strange how everything went wrong so fast,
    And I hope that this confusion does not last.



    And I know its not to get away from me,
    You just need a change of scenery.

    And when you ask do you love me,
    And I should reply with yes most certainly.
    And I always hesitate there’s something lingering,
    And I will try harder to be all that I can be.



    I don't need to know,
    Why the oceans blue or how the flowers grow.
    I don't need to live,
    Waiting on someone to forgive me for my sins.

    I don't need to believe in something that won't save my sanity.



    I don't want to live in a world where faces change from day to day.
    I don't want my life to be so full of doubt and misery.

    I don't know but I've been told ,
    If you don't believe the devil owns your soul.
    If this is the truth then to hell I go,
    cause I don't need to know.



    The years now past without a trace,
    It's something that I'm learning to embrace.
    How most black nights are spent awake,
    Think about how I don't want to live that way.

    Please believe in what I say,
    Cause I’m running out of ways to convey.
    This lack of faith in myself,
    That iss becoming my own personal hell.



    Vicious cold now settles in,
    My bones feel like they're breaking through my skin.
    Well, damn you,
    You're feeding on my loneliness.

    Get me out of this place,
    Cause I'm stuck in a rut and I can't stomach the taste.
    My lungs are filling up with dust,
    I feel bruised and broken with no one left to trust.



    'Cause maybe then I could sleep at night,
    I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light.
    This is something that I'll never control,
    My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

    So here's to living life miserable,
    And here's to all the lovely stories that I've told!
    Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
    Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.



    I could hope for a better day.
    No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind,
    Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn't seem so heavy.

    For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side,
    I will blame myself.



    Your words are like knives,
    They peel my skin and pierce my soul.
    Your body will burn tonight,
    Though your heart may still remain cold.

    The sheets are stained with memories of your soft kiss.
    Now this is all I have,
    Paper and pen to remember you with.



    I awoke,
    Only to find that my arms were empty.
    Through this night it seems that you were with me,
    And now my dreams are not what they're meant to be
    And I am all alone.

    I'm afraid to sleep because of the way you haunt me.
    I know you can make me fall apart so softly,
    And know you turn away so easily.



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Saturday, 04 July 2009

  • the fourteenth.

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    aren't we all just a little
    lost at sea?



    I could feel my heartbeat taking me down
    And for the moment, I would sleep alright.
    I'm dealing with a selfish fear,
    To keep me up another restless night.

    And I need a little more, I think,
    Because enough is never quite enough.
    What's enough?



    And I realized that then you were perfect,
    And my teeth ripping out of my head.
    And it looked like a painting I once knew,
    Back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact.

    To pray for what I thought were angels,
    Ended up being ambulances.
    And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter,
    And I felt love again.



    I'm biased and by this,
    I'll judge you on weakness wrapped up in my own innocence.

    Pressed shirts and raincoats for the cause.
    5000 termination papers.
    Can you read them, if you're sleeping?



    I can be lonely if she's happy, after all.

    Are stars still dying for nothing?
    It isn't fair, but its reality.
    I need a miracle in my veins, after all.



    I watched your black tied family ,
    Rise up from graves near cemeteries,
    That I have not been to since your goodbye.



    And I ran off and ran on to something,
    That I swore was everything but beautiful,

    I only say that word for you.



    When the dark flood came,
    We wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket,
    Citing different opinions on whether we should move.

    When the houses came.
    They ate up everyone like they were fishes.
    Saying, "come on, come on, its the end of the world."



    And then I saw your face,
    You're turning skin into a dirty secret.
    I watched the beauties, watched the fire,
    and the fire burn the beauty in their eyes.

    When I took the blame,
    we laid in ruins trying to quote your phrase.
    We're yelling, "someone's got the answers,
    but I'd rather think there's nothing to be found."



    And i feel them drown my name.
    So easy to know and forget with this kiss,
    I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow.

    My fading voice sings of love,
    But she cries to the clicking of time.



    If you knew I was dying, would it change you?

    So now that I found it,
    I'll tie the ropes around it.
    And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again.
    Well I promise this time, really.
    I'm cleaning up, sincerely.
    And I'll make sure that the devil never bothers you again.



    Because if seeing is believing,
    Then believe that we have lost our eyes.

    How I wish that you had sold me on all of those big goals,
    Of being a good father, not a careless liar.
    Well am I really that old, ignorant or to slow
    To realize I have lost my golden ticket back home?



    When I fly solo, I fly so high.
    We all deserve something.

    My mother lies alone on her back at night.
    Adding up hours till her demise,
    She counts herself to sleep.



    When my sister finds my body closed up like the blinds,
    I tell her I promise its fine,
    But she cries herself to sleep.

    The men in black ties arrive at the house in surprise.
    To find a little girl by your side,
    In the wood box where you're sleeping.



    I still see you inside of this God-awful house,
    You move awfully quiet now.
    And I still feel you everywhere,
    You told me this has always been worth living,
    But what's really worth living anymore?

    You're not invisible, you know.
    I'll do what I gotta do to stop the sound coming.



    Answer me this. What is the place that you have come to fear the most?

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