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I wish people didn't get sad.
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[30 Oct 2009|11:02pm] |
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...and it's such a long way back to all the fun I've had. When nothing ever seemed to bother me.
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| Tangled Up |
[24 Sep 2009|08:15pm] |
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I need a fix 'cause I'm going down.
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| White Shoes |
[05 Sep 2009|10:53pm] |
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The Good Life-"You're No Fool" |
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You can wear your new white shoes
In the muddy afternoon
Walking past the Stay Drunk stoop
They whistle with their hands
But I could be your catcall, too
Anything you want to do
Anything you want to do
You can take your slide trombone
Play it in your catacombs
Find a town that moves real slow
And turn it on its head
And I could be your pharaoh's tomb
Anything you want to do
Lover, anything you want to do
And if you want to be common
I can claim that I tamed you
A demigod in a bonnet
They're going to know it ain't true
You can paint your nails lime green
Rent yourself a limousine
Kidnap the professor's niece
Tell them that she's dead
We'll party in a hotel room
Anything you want to do
Sister, anything you want to do
You can get your hair all wet
Sleeping on the riverbed
Kiss a frog and then dissect
You got to find out what's inside
And you can have my bad side, too
Anything you want to do
Sure, anything you want to do
And if you want to be common
I will claim that I tamed you
A demigod in a bonnet
They're going to know it ain't true
And yes, you are King David's star
And the crescent moon, and the crescent moon
You must sweep the Bowdhi tree
I sit beneath, and I sit beneath
You can wear your new white shoes
In the dirty afternoon
Walking through the traffic fumes
A flower in your hair
And I will swing upon your moods
Anytime you want me to
Just tell me what you want to do
Anything you want to do
Anything you want to do
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Everyone's afraid of their own life
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
No one really knows the ones they love
If you knew everything they thought
I bet that you'd wish that they'd just shut up
Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math
When you were alive
No ones gonna play the harp when you die
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime
I'd have half the time, do you mind?
Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Am I right? And it's our lives
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the first time
It's hard to remember were alive for the last time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
To live before you die
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
That our lives are such a short time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
When it takes such a long time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember:
My mom's God is a woman and my mom she is a witch
I like this
My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself
Why fight this?
Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
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| Malice |
[24 Jul 2009|07:17pm] |
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The older I get, the colder my heart grows.
I surprised I can smile with such sorrow.
And inside I keep it bottled.
I'm numb to this shit, like my pilot is on auto.
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[03 Jul 2009|12:50pm] |
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It's been a month since Dr. George Tiller, a doctor who performed late-term abortions, was murdered. I've been meaning to write something about it since then but just haven't had the time to collect my thoughts on the matter and think of something to say. I think the incident provides an opportunity to discuss religion and the intolerance it is capable (and a lot of times does) of breeding. I think it's a good opportunity for my religious friends to reflect on their beliefs and take note of the effect their world-view of choice can have on people. The man who murdered George Tiller (and others who have murdered abortion doctors, like Paul Hill) did so in with the full approval of his religion. Not only that, he JUSTIFIED IT through scripture. Whether or not you or any of your friends who are religious (or pro-life) would go to the same lengths that these men did to do their "duty" to God (which I don't think you would), you must acknowledge the horrible acts that your religion condones. One thing I've never understood is how my Christians friends maintain their world-view. Most of my religious friends haven't read the Bible, or at least (apparently) haven't understood it. If you're one of those types that believe in God but "don't like organized religion" you just seem confused. If you don't get your faith in God from the Bible, where else could you possibly get it from? If not from The Holy Book of Christianity, then where? Along the same lines, it also confuses me when I find religious people who at the same time don't believe homosexuality is something to be condemned (though I do agree with their position). There's no doubt that the Bible does condemn homosexuality to death (among other ridiculous things like eating shell-fish, for example). So how do you reconcile your morals with the morals of the Bible? I'm not being rhetorical, either, I'm genuinely curious. While I'm glad that my religious friends aren't of the type that are willing to murder in the name of their religion, I still can't help but feel like "well, why even be religious?" What benefit do you have in your life thanks to your believing in God? In every other sense you are just as secular as the rest of us, except for your arbitrary decision to believe in God just because. And if it's not just because, I'm curious as to what has convinced you to believe in God? And if you don't take the Bible word for word to be true, then in what sense are you a Christian really? If the God you believe in isn't for you manifested in the Bible (how could it/he/she/whatever be if you haven't even read the Bible) then where do you get your idea of God from? I think a good clue is to look up; not to the sky but to your brain.
Anyway, Happy Friday.
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| Here's what I think. |
[18 Jun 2009|02:18pm] |
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I think alcohol is a stupid drug. Maybe I'm biased because of my experiences with it, but I don't see a whole lot of positive aspects to drinking. Maybe I don't know how to "party." Maybe, but it's one thing I'm glad I miss out on. Here's how I see it alcohol: "Why's there a bullet hole through the window that was left by a shotgun shell? Oh, you were drunk and fighting and decided to load the shotgun, got it. Hey, why'd the cops get called here the other night? Oh you guys were drunk and fighting and someone pulled a knife out, got it. Hey, why'd you freak out last night and attack me in my room? Oh, because you were drunk and having a bad night, got it." I'm far from being the militant straight edge kid I was 2 years ago, but I have no tolerance for ignorance. I can do without the irrationality and the bullshit apologies that come after. Maybe it's just me but I don't think a "Sorry, nothing I can do about it now" is really acceptable after someone freaks out on you for being "a smartass" and proceeds to attack you and punch you in the head. You've been married to my Dad for 10 years now, I would have thought you realized by now that hey guess what...we're all smartasses in this house. Being a drunk doesn't change that. But there I go again, someone shoot me.
All that aside: I've watched my friends turn into alcoholics, I've listened to them tell their stories of being wasted, of drinking their sorrows away. I know I'm not the only one who has friends like this, it's called being American...you probably are a drunk or know a drunk because hey, that's what we do here in America. Its pathetic the excuses people find to drink so they can camouflage the fact that they just need to be drunk. "Hey it's the 4th of July, let's drink! Hey, it's Memorial Day, I don't know what that's all about but fuck it, let's drink! Hey, it's Thursday...uh, let's drink!" And so it goes. Feeling numb and feeling good.
Okay, I've been an asshole enough for now.
"I can't see past your slick veneers.
Your empty eyes, your hollow sneers. Why not just kill yourselves instead?
You fucking people are already dead.
Dancing drunk to the radio.
'Cause feeling something is better than nothing at all.
And all the drama queens,
all you self-pity machines are dancing drunk to the radio.
No one's gonna save you, so just quit trying.
No one's gonna save you, so just quit crying."
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| Clairaudients |
[09 Jun 2009|12:55pm] |
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Bright Eyes-"Four Winds" |
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Corporate or Colonial
The Movement is unstoppable
Like the body of a centerfold it spreads
To the counter-culture copyright
Get your revolution at a lower price
Or make believe and throw the fight, play dead
It's exploding bags, aerosol cans
Southbound buses, Peter Pan
They left it up to us again
I thought you knew the drill
It's kill or be killed
Future Markets, Holy Wars
Been tried ten thousand times before
If you think that God is keeping score, Hooray!
For the freedom-fighting simulcast (Victory! A defeat! Victory!)
The imminent and the aftermath
Draw another bloody bath to drain
Like the polar icecaps centrifuge (Oh Allah! Oh Jesus please!)
First snowman built at the end of June
He slicks his hair for the interview, his fifteen-minute fame
Would you agree times have changed?
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