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Tuesday, 23 November 2010

YOU KEEP THE SUNSHINE. SAVE ME THE RAIN.

the unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs & fantasies that last. stone crumbles, wood rots, and people, well they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream and a legend, they can go on forever.

dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. they are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. such is the strangeness of the human heart.

with your feet in the air and your head on the ground, try this trick and spin it. your head will collapse, but theres nothing in it so you'll as yourself:

where is my mind?

WE'RE ALL MAD HERE.

words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass they slip away across the universe. pools of sorrow and waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind, possessing and caressing me.

jai guru deva om

sometimes youre ahead and sometimes youre behind. the race is long, and in the end, its only with yourself.

our rights. our wrongs. a moment. a love. a dream aloud. so stay there because ill be coming over while our bloods still young. its so young, it runs and we wont stop until its over.

when you can stop, you dont want to. when you want to stop, you cant.

if you want to view paradise simply look around and view it. anything you want to, do it. want to change the world? there's nothing to it. there is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.

i awake to find no peace of mind.

Thursday, 25 March 2010

we pack and deliver like UPS trucks,we're
already going hell just pumping that gas.

holy moly me oh my. your the apple of my eye, boy aint
never loved one like you. man oh man your my bestfriend,
I scream it to the nothingness that we got everything
we need. hot and heavy pumpkin pie. chocolate candy
jesus christ, aint nothin please me more than you.
home, let me come home. home is whenever Im with you.

there are places I remember all my life, though
some have changed. some forever not for better.
some have gone and some remain. all these places
had their moments, with lovers and friends I still
can recall. some are dead and some are living,
In my life, I've loved them all

if i had a world of my own, everything would
be nonsense. nothing would be what it is
because everything would be what it isn't.
and contrary wise: what it is wouldn't be
and what it wouldn't be, it would. you see?

I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my
enemy's eyes. listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
one minute I held the key and next the walls
were closed on me and I discovered that my
castles stand upon pillars of salt and sand

and when one door closes
another bottle opens

I could feel it go down. bittersweet,
I could taste in my mouth. silver lining
the cloud. oh and I wish that I could work
it out. and the hardest part was letting go,
not taking part. you really broke my heart

hello there the angel from my nightmare, the shadow
in the background of the morgue. the unsuspecting
victim of darkness in the valley, we can live like
jack and sally if we want. where you can always find
me, we'll have halloween on christmas and in the
night we'll wish this never ends, i miss you.

fats boys? where my fat boys!

Monday, 11 January 2010

dear twothousand&ten,
you have been a disappointment so far

I sing you songs. I dance a dance. I gave your friends all a chance, putting up with them
wasn't worth never having you. and maybe you have been through this before
but its my first time so please ignore the next few lines cause they're directed at you:
I cant always be waiting waiting on you & I cant always be playing your fool.
and if I was in your position, id put down all my ammunition. i'd wondered why'd
it taken me so long, but lord knows that i'm not you and if I was
I wouldn't be so cruel cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do.
I wake up to find it's another four aspirin morning and I dive in.
I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday, when did society decide that
we had to change and wash a tee shirt after every individual use.
if it's not dirty, i'm gonna wear it. I take the stairs to the car and there's
fog on the windows. I need caffeine in my blood stream, I take
caffeine in the blood stream.I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:
my life has become a boring pop song and everyone's singing along.
I take my twist with a shout. A coffee shop with a cause,
man i'll freak you out. it's indie rock & roll for me.

anne boleyn thought only with her heart and she got her head chopped off.
so her daughter elizabeth made a vow never to marry a man, she
married a country. forget boys and keep your eye on the prize.
you can't make people love you, but you can make them fear you.

it seems to me that maybe, it pretty much always means no.
so don't tell me you might just let it go. and often times we're lazy,
it seems to stand in my way. cause no one, no not no one
likes to be let down

some of us, we're hardly ever here. the rest of us, we're born to disappear.
how do I stop myself from being just a number. how will I hold my head
to keep from going under. down to the wire, I wanted water but i'll walk
through the fire, if this is what it takes to take me even higher, then
I'll come throughike I do when the world keeps testing me.

all day staring at the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall,
and all night hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep
because tomorrow might be good for something

to believe in love shouldn't leave a scar. start to fade into the highway
with my feet on the dash as we make our choices, suck in the air pretending
to share but know I'm the reason but I know that I won't tell him.

keep calm & carrry on, cunts.

Tuesday, 01 December 2009

you can tell a lot about people by the way they handle four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled christmas lights

thousand miles seems pretty far but they've got plans and train
and cars, i'd walk to you if i had no other way. our friends
would all make fun of us but we'll just laugh along because we
know that none of them have felt this way and i can promise
you that by the time that we get through the world
will never ever be the same, and you're to blame.

and for eternity id lay in bed in my boxers
half stoned with a pillow under my head.

i hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. i hate the
way you drive my car, i hate it when you stare. i hate you big dumb combat
boots and the way you read my mind. i hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme. i hate the way you're always right, i hate it when
you lie. i hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me
cry. i hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.but
mostly i hate the way i dont hate you. not even alitte bit, not even at all.

i like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. fantasy is a
necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life
through the wrong end of a telescope, which is what i do,
and that eneables you to laugh at life's realities.

you have brains in your head.you have feet in your shoes.
you can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
you're on your own and you know what you know.
you are the one who will decide where to go

i'm like a butterfly caught in a hurricane,
my pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain
and i'm loving mary jane, flying with lois lane

fear and love are the deepest of the human emotions but
there are other things that need to be taken into account here,
like the whole spectrum of human emotions. you cant just
lump everything into these two categories
&& then just deny everything else.

sweet illusions coming down
and i ain't got nothing but love for you now
you and i used to shine like a jewel
but now times been nothing to us but cruel.

the drunk kids, the catholics, they're all about the same.
they're waiting for something, hoping to be saved.

sunshine sunshine, it's fine. i feel it in my skin warming up my
my mind. sometimes you gotta give in to win, i love the days when
it shines, whoa let it shine. if i could i would keep this feeling
in a plastic jar. bust it out whenever someones actin hard.

sipppin on pinkfloyd & puffin waynebrady

<3

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

i drink coffee like water & still never know what to say.
i still don't know how to get out of bed half of the time.
it's not pretty or endearing. i whisper you secrets, i am
still looking to be saved. sometimes i am so weak and sometimes
i am so strong. so here you go, ill give you everything for
one more chance. my heart is ugly, but it could be all yours.

i cock my stride, i flew i flied. i know if destinys kind,
i've got the rest of my mind.

the worst part is knowing what would have been. i'm exactly
right for you. it would have been effortless for us. comfortable,
easy as breathing. i was the natural path your life would have
taken if the world was the way it was sapposed to be,
if there were no monsters and no magic.
there are only four questions of value in life.
what is sacred?
of what is the spirit made?
what is worth living for?
and what is worth dying for?
the answer to each is the same:
only love.

we had a lot going for us. we'd found the secret glue that
held all things together. in a perfect place, where the noise
did not intrude, our world was so very complete.

wake up naked drinking coffee making plans to change the world,
while the world is changing us.. it was good good love.
we used to laugh under the covers. maybe not so often now
but the way i used to laugh with you was loud and hard.

cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it
rains and i'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot
it through your veins cause your heart has a lack of color
and we should've known that we'd grow up sooner or
later cuz we wasted all our free time alone.

and time is not poison but once you drink it
all you'll die. so lets just sip it real slow, yeah,
we can nurse it all night try to believe that
once its gone they will pour another round and
we will come back to life, we'll come right back.

carve your name into my arm, instead of stressed
I lie here charmed.cause there's nothing else
to do, every me and every you.

one persons craziness is another persons reality.