May 1, 2006From First to Last "The one Armed Boxer vs. the Flying Guillotine"
..Kill the lights
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad you've graced me with your presence You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience And staring in the si-si-si-silence You see, I came to save the stage, I hope I'm not too late Passion called from back behind the curtain screaming, "Sonny, this is urgent" Fill these 50 persons with a purpose, But don't just give it away Inspiration isn't cheap these days, You better make them earn it You better make them earn it, make them earn it! You better make them earn it, make them earn it! Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad you've graced me with your presence You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience And staring in the si-si-si-silence You see, I came to save the stage, I hope I'm not too late Passion called from back behind the curtain screaming, "Sonny, this is urgent" How do I address a letter to my generation? "Sonny", she said, "save yourself the postage" How do I address a letter to my generation? "Sonny", she said, "sing it in person"
Posted on 05/01/2006 5:00 PM Comments (0)
From First to Last "Note to self"
Two roads... split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be. I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere. But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceit has ways of sticking around. And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far, seems far from here. Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me, come back to me, to me. Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me, back to me, to me. I can feel my mind, wandering again. Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving, faster than I can. And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break the routine. I can feel my mind, wandering again. Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving, faster than I can. And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break the routine. Two roads... split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be. Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so far. Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...far!...
Posted on 05/01/2006 4:51 PM Comments (0)
Funeral for a Friend "Juneau"
Tied to the testing of wills, where my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky, in your arms I'm defined Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies, in the minds of your enemies And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness If this is what I'm meant for, no longer interesting Fall forward to even the score Just a thought to you Tied to the testing of wills, where my heart breaks and spills Left to the sight of the sky, in your arms I'm defined Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies, in the minds of your enemies And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness And I'm nothing more than a line in your book Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book In your book, in your book If this is what I'm meant for, no longer interesting Fall forward to even the score Just a thought to you (Just a thought to you) (Just a thought to you) Yet I'm nothing more Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Posted on 05/01/2006 4:46 PM Comments (2)
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