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[Dec. 13th, 2006|05:39 pm] |
Washed up on shore...
Washed up on shore...
Id like to live beneath the dirt
A tiny space to move and breathe is all that I would ever need
I want to live beneath the dirt
Where Id be free from push and shove like all those swarming up above
Beneath your heals Ill spend my time
Shout your name into the wind
Ill wiggle in the earth and dew
Shout your name into the wind
And somtimes I will think of you
Shout your name into the wind
And if you ever think of me
Kneel down and kiss the earth
And show me what this thought is worth
Ill never hear your voice again
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout yout name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind... |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 2nd, 2006|11:00 pm] |
I was taught a month ago
To bide my time and take it slow
But then I learned just yesterday
To rush and never waste the day
Well I'm convinced the whole day long
That all I learn is always wrong
and things are true that I forget
But no one taught that to me yet
I ought to see the Man Mulcahey
I ought to see the Man Mulcahey
I ought to see the Man Mulcahye
I ought to see the man Mulcayhe
I I
I was taught a month ago
To bide my time and take it slow
But then I learned just yesterday
To rush and never waste the day
Now I'm convinced the whole day long
That all I learn is always wrong
And things are true that I forget
But no one taught that to me yet |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 23rd, 2006|03:31 am] |
Oh Tequila, I turn to you like a long lost friend
I want to kiss my Mexican Cousin once again
We'll cover every emotion from happiness to sorrow,
And the conversations I forget, you'll tell me about tomorrow
When the phone calls start, am I in bed or in a hearse?
The things you tell me about myself can't make me feel any worse
Well I'm awful sorry you got pissed
Just have to cross you off the list
Of my true friends...
And Tequila's where that starts and where it ends
I Wanna wanna kiss your oohhh
Mexican cousin again |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 6th, 2006|02:05 pm] |
Don't want to be an actor pretendin on the stage
Don't wanna be a writer with my thoughts out on the page
Don't wanna be painter cause everyone comes to look
Don't wanna be anything where my lifes an open book
A dream it's true
But I'd see it through
If I could be (if i could be)
Wasting my time, with you
Don't wanna be a farmer working in the sun
Don't wanna be an outlaw always on the run
Don't wanna be a climber reachin for the top
Don't wanna be anything where I don't when to stop
A dream it's true
But I'd see it through
If I could be (If I could be)
Wasting my time with you
So if I'm inside your head
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
So if i'm inside your head
DOn't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 29th, 2006|01:51 am] |
And the sign said long haired freaky people need not apply
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and went into to ask him why
He said son you look like a fine upstanding young man
So I took off my hatI said imagine that, huh, me working for you
Sign, Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign
And the sign said anybody caught trespassing would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence, and yelled at the house, Hey what gives you the right?
To put up a fence to keep me out, or to keep mother nature in
If God was here, he'd tell you to your face, man your some kind of sinner
Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign
No hey you Mister can't you read you gotta have shirt and tie to get shirt and tie
You can't even watch, no you can't eat, you ain't supposed to be hear
Sign said you've got to have a membership card to get inside
And the sign said everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn't have a penny to pay, so i got me a pen and paper, and i made my own little sign
I said thank you Lord for thinkin bout me I'm a live and doin fine
Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 28th, 2006|07:39 pm] |
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehenge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizzards, I beg it all trune for you
Talk my Duke a mountain, helping friend book
Inasfar fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizzards, I beg it all trune for you
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same
When we had that meeting, down by the Game
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizzards, I beg it all trune for you
You got me back thinkin you're the worst one
I must inquire, Wilson can you still have fun?
Wilson can you still have fun?
WIlson can you still have fun?
Wilson |
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| I think these eyes have seen a lot, I don't know, maybe they've seen too much |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|05:23 pm] |
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be faded
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengence
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengence
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it, lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil,
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 17th, 2006|04:16 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Barenaked Ladies | ] |
Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself
O alcohol, I still drink to your health
I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
Forget the caffe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea
A malibu and coke for you, a g&t for me
Alcohol, your songs resolve like
My life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill
I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
O alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else
I thought that alcohol was just for those with
Nothing else to do
I thought that drinking just to get drunk
Was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that theres a time
And theres a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between
Self-control and self-abuse
(chug chug chug)
I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
Would you please ignore that you
Found me on the floor
Trying on your camisole?
O alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else.
Would you please forgive me
Would you please forgive me
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| (no subject) |
[May. 7th, 2006|10:15 pm] |
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would it near, as it were your own?
It's a hand me down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 2nd, 2006|03:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ripple by the Grateful Dead | ] |
so maybe i fucked up. I got drunk all the time. Smoked every day. Did some crazy drugs. I don't care. I've thrown away a good year of my life. It was a blast though. Met some of the most amazing people i've ever been friends with. Gone through experiances that most don't know. I won't be returning to suffolk. I don't even know if i can return to school. My life may be in shambles at least i'm semi happy. I'm sorry to those i let down. I fucked up bad. Now i'm off to prove my mom right that i'm an alcoholic. "If you fall you fall alone" |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|08:40 pm] |
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drunk and stoned on christmas? finally a good one! |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 24th, 2005|04:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thankful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bluegrass | ] |
As I stood there finishing my eight beer listening to bluesgrass I thought about her. The one I couldn't have. Maybe someday. The sunset is beautiful on Christmas Eve. With the alcohol in my system and the bag in my jacket pocket this should be a good holiday. A good Christmas indeed. Merry Christmas |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 5th, 2005|03:52 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
you hurt me so.
sometimes it would seem that your only purpose is to take as many seconds away from me as possible.
sometimes i feel pain, in my chest, my heart.
yet after all this i have no inclination to surround myself in your presence.
your scent, your feel, my lips upon you.
i turn to you in joy, sorrow, anger, stress.
you are always there for me, always by my side.
the ecstacy you give me is unrivaled; without you i panic.
yet you destroy me.
every breath i draw with you is another one closer to my death, another nail in my coffin.
i can't live without you but you are killing me.
every morning i tell myself today i will end our relationship but shortly after i am in your rapture.
our relationship will not end.
i am too weak for that.
a day without you is unimaginable.
i am wrapped around you, in your death grip.
long after i'm gone i'll still be in your mystifying trance.
i am comfortable in our unholy relationship, i just wish i still had the choice to be a part of it. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 18th, 2005|06:54 pm] |
Shakin' sugar from a sugar spoon
Peppermint tea, afternoon
Alone, alone, alone
Takin' a shower
Take another nap
Watching television
Takin' a bath
Alone, alone, alone
I feel like a book but I just can't start it
I feel like a lover, brokenhearted
I look in the mirror at the face in the glass
I look like a question no one ever asked
Alone
Like I'm supposed to be
Alone, lonely, alone
Like I'm supposed to be
I could go for a walk
I could go for a drive
Listen to the stereo
Staying inside
Alone, alone, alone
I feel like a book but I just can't start it
I feel like a lover, broken-hearted
I look in the mirror at the face in the glass
I look like a question no one ever asked
Alone
Like I'm supposed to be
Alone, lonely, alone
Like I'm supposed to be
Shakin' sugar from a table spoon
Bitter black coffee, beneath the moon
Alone, alone, alone
I feel like a book with a big ghost part (?)
I didn't finish, I didn't start it
I look in the mirror at the face in the glass
I look like a question no one ever asked
Alone
Like I'm supposed to be
Alone, lonely, alone
Like I'm supposed to be |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 1st, 2005|10:00 pm] |
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fuck, i need a pint and two hugs |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 24th, 2005|06:07 pm] |
I've never been so happy before. I needed that trip wicked bad. Thanks to everyone who was there.
PUMP IT UP
And all the money e're i had I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e're i've done alas was done to none but me.
And all i've done for want of wit to memory now i can't recall.
So fill to me the parting glass good night and joy be with you all. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2005|07:18 pm] |
"I think everyone should quit their job tomorrow, i don't say many political things, but thats really the only thing wrong with the world, people have to work. If everyone stopped working and consuming, there wouldn't be anything to consume for one thing. We've got enough shit stockpiled to live for a long time let's just all quit let's just pool our recources live off baked beans and shit, chop wood. That's the end of my political campaign." Jeff Tweedy
I concur. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 28th, 2005|08:56 pm] |
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i'm so tired i hadn't slept a wink i'm so tired my mind is on the blink i wonder should i get up and fix myself a drink no no no i'm so tired i don't know what to do i'm so tired my mind is set on you i wonder should i call you but i know what you would do you'd say i'm puttin you on but its no joke it's doin me harm you know i can't sleep i can't stop my brain you know it's three weeks i'm goin insane you know i'd give you everything i've got for little piece of mind i'm so tired i'm feeling so upset although i'm so tired i'll have another cigarette and curse sir walter raleigh he was such a stupid get you'd say i'm puttin you on but it's no joke it's doin me harm you know i can't sleep i can't stop my brain you know its three weeks i'm goin insane i'd give you everything i've got for little piece of mind give you everything i got for little piece of mind give you everything i got for little piece of mind. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2005|11:28 pm] |
i have my drugs i have my woman to keep away my lonliness
my parents they have their religion but sleep in seperate houses.
so when you're asked to fight a war thats over nothing it's best to join the side thats gonna win when no ones sure how all of this but we're gonna make them god damn sure how it's gonna end. |
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