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Thursday, 27 July 2006

Blue October "Hate Me"

Hate Me by Blue October
(Verse 1:)
I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me?
It is I that wanted space
(Chorus:)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things i didn't do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
(Verse 2:)
I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
(Chorus)
(Refrain:)
And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes crying and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling “make it go away!”
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”
(Chorus)

Posted by blackcloudinabluesky at 11:37 AM EDT

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Tegan and Sara Pic.

Posted by blackcloudinabluesky at 11:36 AM EDT

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My number
Mood:

not sure
Now Playing: Frozen, tegan and sara
Topic: lyrics

Artist: Tegan and Sara

Lyrics

Song: My Number Lyrics

Showers pounding out a new beat
I trade my old shoes for new feet
I grab a new seat
I don't like the one I got
The fabric's wearing through
And it's wearing me out
You're wearing me down

Watching old baseball games
And low budget telethons
Ain't like watching you yourself
When you yourself is on
Got time to wander to waste and to whine
But when it comes to you,
It seems like I just can't find the time

So watch your head and then watch the ground
It's a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown
It's a silly time to learn to swim on the way down

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you'll never go away
Promise me you'll always stay

Closed down the last local zoo
I'm gonna win the endless war
Over who kills the last koala bear
And who in death will love him more and I
He grabs me by the hand
Drags me to the shore and says
Maybe you don't love me
But you'll grow to love me even more

And I well I'm not surprised

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you'll never go away
Promise me you'll always stay

Showers pounding out a new beat
I trade my old shoes for new feet
I grab a new seat
I don't like the one I got
The fabric's wearing through
And it's wearing me out
You're wearing me down

So watch your head and then watch the ground
It's a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown
It's a silly time to learn to swim on the way down

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you'll never go away
Promise me you'll always stay

Posted by blackcloudinabluesky at 11:33 AM EDT

Updated: Thursday, 27 July 2006 11:34 AM EDT

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Friday, 14 July 2006

Poetry- Rotten
Mood:

lazy
Topic: poetry

Rotten (On pain)

Rotten Apple hangs on a tree

Once red, now black

Its soul once white as snow

Lies tarnished within its skin

Worms and bugs dig deep

And end up in my mouth

They eat my soul

And leave behind a rotten apple

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Poem- All over Ireland

All Over Ireland

Snow was general all over Ireland . . .
James Joyce, 'The Dead' What's general all over Ireland is definitely not snow. Sandbag-
bulky clouds, about to splurge on rain, close in sulkily on all
four provinces, allowing them no quarter, flushing them out.Rain adds layers of flab to the river where anglers in oilskins
prospect for trout. A downpour drowns the banter of two neighbours.
A course inspection at Leopardstown leads to cancellation.Rain climbs hills on which foot-rot sheep, dipped in precipitation,
graze with a lamb or two in tow. Rain, not snow, is what blurs
perspectives at furze-lined tourist beauty spots in Kerry and Mayo.Rain meaning whatever was sent to torment the couple humping
home a heavy bag of groceries, each grasping a plastic handle.
Rain not snow. On a ruined castle crumbling like a water biscuit.On a heifer lying low with her drooling mouth full. On a mangy stray.
On a blinking lake. On roofs where zinc tanks corrode and starlings
practise courtship rites. On a night nurse in the sodium-lit car-park.The man shouldering a wicker basket of racing pigeons to the station
takes a beating from the rain, as do the sleek racehorses making
a run for it in the beech-hedged grounds of sheik-owned studs.Rain is general too in the village near the landfill quarry:
it's pensions day in the sub-post office; the creaking door
of a derelict thatched cottage plays second fiddle to a gale.Rain joins isolated farms where border collies cap each
other's barks, like gossip passed from mouth to mouth. Rain
plinks on the glass dome shielding plastic roses on a grave.It touches the raw nerves of gaudy window boxes, drums liquid
fingers on the corrugated transit warehouse where cattle destined
for live export to dry Libya or Egypt await their marching orders.It tries the patience of the foreign film crew hankering for a break
in clouds, and the lodger for whom a limp window-envelope
marked Don't Delay! – Save Money Now! is the day's only mail.Rain hammers the builders' hut as a bricklayer shuffles the deck.
Damp patches taint the Old School Restaurant and the Rectory
B & B. Drains back up in the side-street panel-beater's yard.Rain, bombarding windows, wants to pour out its feelings to a room
where a blue screen-saver flickers like a gas flame while a youth
revises for the Garda exam. It spoils a wedding party's photos.The minimum-wage man expertly meshing empty supermarket
trolleys is well used to the rain. So too is whoever arranges
the optimistic beachball and bucket display at the seafront kiosk.Tub-thumping rain, snubbing the prayers of grain farmers, finds
a welcome in the striped metal barrel at the downpipe and tops
the highest-ever levels measured at Belmullet since records began.Commuters rush from the bus as if fleeing a catastrophe. Some wear
soaked newspapers as headgear. A woman, doggedly taking her
constitutional by the golflinks, pauses under the awning of an oak.Rain pesters the baffled Latvian au pair, on the deserted platform,
who fumbles for her contact number. It droppeth on the church hall
that is now a lottery-aided heritage centre for a town down on its luck.The breadman delivering catering pans to the electroplating unit's
canteen has never seen such rain. Not since yesterday at least
when it seeped through the felt on his flat-roof kitchen extension.The pelt of the Atlantic Ocean receives the rain like a protective
spray on a pair of crocodile tassel loafers. A brightly-pegged
row of tracksuit bottoms sags on a housing estate clothesline.Tomorrow, yet again, instead of snow, the forecast will hold out
the promise of a dull day everywhere, with rain and drizzle,
cloud formations like the tissue of a compulsive handwasher's brain.Rain is general all over Ireland. It lashes the glass panels of the James
Joyce Bridge. Falls on the house where Bartell D'Arcy's song caused
grief one distant Christmas. And upon all the living and the dead.

My Song

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Skinny

I have your hands. See them? They are yours. You can have them back if you want, I will give them to you and go without hands because I would like to have you back in this world, if that is at all possible. I have your legs, you shoulders. You can have those, too, if you need them. You face I’ll keep for myself, let no one see. It is the one thing of ours I will be selfish about, and no, you can’t have that back.

That is your punishment for dying, for leaving me alone with all these strangers. You will be known as the man without a face---- it will always belong to me. I am you. And you are mine, so you can’t already be gone.

-Skinny

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Wednesday, 12 July 2006

Tori Amos

Posted by blackcloudinabluesky at 4:52 PM EDT

Updated: Friday, 14 July 2006 11:49 AM EDT

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Various Lyrics

Tori Amos - Winter Lyrics

  Snow can wait
 I forgot my mittens
 Wipe my nose
 Get my new boots on
 I get a little warm in my heart
 When I think of winter
 I put my hand in my father's glove
 I run off
 Where the drifts get deeper
 Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
 I hear a voice
 "Your must learn to stand up for yourself
 Cause I can't always be around"
 He says
 When you gonna make up your mind
 When you gonna love you as much as I do
 When you gonna make up your mind
 Cause things are gonna change so fast
 All the white horses are still in bed
 I tell you that I'll always want you near
 You say that things change my dear
 
 Boys get discovered as winter melts
 Flowers competing for the sun
 Years go by and I'm here still waiting Withering where some snowman was
 Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
 But I only can see the myself
 Skating around the truth who I am
 But I know dad the ice is getting thin
 
 When you gonna make up your mind
 When you gonna love you as much as I do
 When you gonna make up your mind
 Cause things are gonna change so fast
 All the white horses are still in bed
 I tell you that I'll always want you near
 You say that things change my dear
 
 Hair is grey
 And the fires are burning
 So many dreams 
 On the shelf
 You say I wanted you to be proud of me
 I always wanted that myself
 
 He says
 When you gonna make up your mind
 When you gonna love you as much as I do
 When you gonna make up your mind
 Cause things are gonna change so fast
 All the white horses have gone ahead
 I tell you that I'll always want you near
 You say that things change
 My dear

Sia Breathe Me

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
I Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Pink Who Knew

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh
That's right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew
Who knew