i miss you.... - 2003-06-15 "Agreeance?" - 13 June 2003 death - 13 Jun Yo - 2003-03-23 Hello? - 2002-12-17 |
a few songs. links to the lyrics. excerpt in italics. lyrics: Asking Too Much by Ani Difranco someone who can flatten me with a kiss that hits like a fist or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall because if you hear me talking listen to what I'm not saying if you hear me playing guitar listen to what I'm not playing and don't ask me to put words to all the spaces between notes in fact if you have to ask, forget it do and you'll regret it this is one of those loving the lyrics hating how the song sounds things. it doesn't happen often. it's a good thing that when i get a cd with lyrics in the liner notes i read the lyrics first. poetry. then music. but yes. Something Vague by Bright Eyes But now I�m confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No. No, I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling. Colorblind by Counting Crows I am covered in skin No one gets to come in Pull me out from inside I am folded and unfolded and unfolding I am colorblind Dream On by Depeche Mode Feel the fever coming You're shaking and twitching You can scratch all over But that won't stop you itching i just like the sparce feeling of the lyrics. Four Dead Cheerleaders by Unknown Artist Lately something's changed with Jane she's always late for school She can't take another day of her girlfriends being cruel She's great out on the football field ringing out all the cheers But in the halls in school she gets tormented by her peers As long as she's a cheerleader everything will be alright But unlike all the other girls she's at home each friday night Just to be accepted once was her one and only wish But she never was at all so she slashed her lovely wrists... and i downloaded this song thinking it was dropkick murphys. it wasn't but it's a good song.
'til next time, sunny
12:53 a.m. @ 2002-08-12 |
"But we in it shall be remember'd; we
few, we happy few, we
band of brothers
; for he
today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
this day shall gentle his condition: and gentlemen in England now a-bed shall
think themselves accused they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap
whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
William Shakespeare |