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[Jan. 27th, 2005|08:40 am] |
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| |  lazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | metallica-sweet amber | ] |
i am in 2nd period with cierra, who is wearing her black top that i love oh so much. that is all. oh...and my right foot really hurts, i should probably get that checked out. i just realized that cierra has like 18 fathers...thats kinda weird. i hate cierra because she loves andrew funk more than me. im contemplating dumping her dumb ass. but first i have to tap that shit. word. im watching cierra type in her xanga and its absolutely revolting how many times she uses emoticons and smiley faces. *vomits*. thank you. |
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| Top 5 |
[Dec. 27th, 2004|04:31 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the coup | ] |
This is where i list the top 5's of every kind of pop culture i enjoyed over the year
Top 5 Cd's of the year
1. Green Day- American Idiot
2. Wilco- a ghost is born
3. The Streets- a grand dont come for free
4. Tom Waits- Real Gone
5. Ted Leo- Shake the Streets
Top 5 Movies of the year
1. Sideways
2. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
3. Harold & Kumar go to White Castle
4. Collateral
5. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Top 5 DVD'S of the year
1. Star Wars Trilogy
2. Freaks and Geeks
3. Reality Bites
4. Home Moves
5. Return of the King: Extended Edition
Top 5 TV shows
1. Arrested Development
2. Rescue Me
3. The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
4. Six Feet Under
5. Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Top 5 Books that I read over the year
1.Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
2. Sideways
3. Bob Dylans's Chronicles: Volume One
4. Good Omens
5. The Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy
Top 5 Graphic Novels I read this year
1. Sin City
2. Sandman: Endless Nights
3. Death: The High Cost of Living
4. Batman: Child of Dreams
5. Hellboy: Seed of Destruction
My Top 5 concerts
1. Pearl Jam
2. Green Day
3. The Pixies
4. Wilco (Twice)
5. Bob Dylan
Top 5 ps2 games I played over the year
1. Killzone
2. GTA: San Andreas
3. Star Wars Battle Grounds
4. Mortal Kombat: Deception
5. Mafia
Top 5 pc games I played over the year
1. Half-Life 2
2. World of Warcraft
3. The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle Earth
4. Doom 3
5. Unreal Tournament 2004 |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|01:02 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the pixies-monkey gone to heaven | ] |
A Age: 16
B Band listening to right now:tom waits
C Crush: a few... lindsey horwath..WOO HOO
D Dad’s name: Mike
E Easiest persons to talk to: bogdan,nick, cierra, lindsay,josh,anna, blah blah blah
F Favorite band(s): top 5 as follows-pearl jam, wilco, the pixies, tom waits and green day
G Gummy bears or worm: worms!
H Hometown: hoffan estates, IL
I Instrument: Bass guitar...i have one but its just there to look cool
J Jelly or Jam:jam
K Kids: as in little ones....i love them especially in my big, white econoline van
L Longest car ride: from florida to texas...so fucking hot
M Mom’s Name: Lucy
N Number of Siblings: 1
O One wish: for more wishes..ahahaha..what an asshole answer
P Phobias: snakes
Q Favorite Quote: "im one mushroom cloud layin' mothefucka, motherfucka" and "constantly talking isnt neccessarily communicating"
R Reason to smile: my jokes...i am the funniest person alive
S Song you last sang: pearl jam "man of the hour"
T Time you wake up: 3:30 pm
U Unknown fact about me: i sleep with hugsy, my bedtime penguin pal
V Vegetable you hate: i dont eat any..i only eat rare, raw, bloody meat...and poon
W Worst habit: smoking and being an asshole but thats worse for other people
X X-Rays you’ve had: several
Y Yummy Food: pizza
Z. Zodiac Sign: pisces |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|08:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | tom waits-big in japan | ] |
Ten bands/artists you couldn't live without:
pearl jam
wilco
the pixies
ryan adams
weezer
queens of the stone age
bob dylan
the flaming lips
green day
beastie boys
tom waits
the clash (more than ten,deal with it)
Nine albums that are important to you:
pearl jam-binaural
wilco-yankee hotel foxtrot
ryan adams-heartbreaker
the pixies- doolittle
the flaming lips-finally the punk rockers are taking acid
green day-american idiot
beastie boys-paul's boutique
weezer-maladroit
queens of the stone age-songs for the deaf
Eight movies you'd watch over and over:
What's Eating Gilbert Grape?
Slacker
Before Sunrise/Before Sunset
Clerks
The Frighteners
All of the LOTR trilogy
Dead Man
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Seven things that annoy you:
People who wear khaki pants
People who wear hoodies incessantly
People who are "juggalos"
People who wear white gym sneakers
People who wear sweat pants
People who wear roca wear
People who velour pants
Six of your favorite songs:
Pearl jam- Crazy Mary
wilco-spiders(kidsmoke)
ryan adams-amy
the pixies-monkey gone to heaven
bob dylan-like a rolling stone
green day-jesus of suburbia
Five TV shows you watch regularly:
the daily show with jon stewart
arrested development
six feet under
south park
aqua teen hunger force
Four of your all-time-favorite books:
Choke
The Hitch-hiker guide to the galaxy
sandman
good omens
Three albums you've bought recently:
the clash-the clash
tom waits-mule variations
tift merrit-tambourine
Two Musicians/Actors you would like to do the NASTY with:
Kiera Knightley
Kim Deal
One Band whose music would be described as writing the soundtrack of your life:
Pearl Jam |
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| driftin along... |
[Oct. 24th, 2004|08:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | pearl jam-driftin | ] |
this week has had it's ups and downs...kelsey decided she does not want to be my friend...which i find simultaneously depressing and ridiculous...i miss her...i hope she'll decide to start talking to me again...but alas it is nothing that i shall sit here and wait for...i had a lot o' fun friday night with josh, bogdan and cierra at the movies. we saw the grudge and I <3 huckabees. the grudge was scary but lacked story, plot, character development, etc. i thought huckabees was great but tried maybe too hard. and the rest of the weekend i didnt do anything at all which was surprisingly nice.... GO RED SSSSSSSSOXXX |
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| stolen from bogdan who stole it from anna who stole it from megan |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|10:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | tom waits-hoist that rag | ] |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:
» I died from suicide?:
» I said I liked you?:
» I kissed you?:
» I lived next door to you?:
» I stole something?:
» I killed someone you loved?:
» I was hospitalized?:
» I ran away from home?:
» I got into a fight?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT:
» My personality?:
» My mannerisms?:
» Me?:
WOULD YOU:
» Be my friend?:
» Have sex with me?:
» Lie to make me feel better?:
» Spread rumors about me?:
» Keep a secret if I told you one?:
» Loan me some money?:
» Hold my hand?:
» Take a bullet for me?:
» Keep in touch with me after high school?:
» Try and solve my problems?:
» Love me?:
» Date me?: |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track thirteen |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:25 am] |
| [ | mood |
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Thought I ran onto you down on the street
Then it turned out only to be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she ever marry old what's his face?
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
I must confess
The regrets are useless
She's in my head
From so long ago
(Go, Go, Go, Go..)
And in the darkest
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track twelve |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:24 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | working | ] |
[Part 1: The death of St. Jimmy]
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no sign of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city lust
What the hell's your name
Whats your pleasure and whats your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch
In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says “we're fucked up”
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay
In the state of mind it's my own private suicide
[Part 2: East 12th St.]
And nobody cares
And nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
[x2]
Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th st.
He's not listened to a word now
He's in his own world
And he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now,
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly,
His life's on the line with anxiety now,
And she had enough,
And he had plenty
Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away
I don't want to stay
Get me out of here right now
I just wanna be free
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
This life like aint for me
[Part 3: Nobody likes you!]
I fell asleep watching spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee
And you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
When something went wrong
But I can't tell anyone
'Cause no one's here
Left me here alone
When I should have stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee
I'm thinking where'd you go?
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Where'd you go
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Where'd you go?
Geeze...Ha..
[Part 4: Rock and roll girlfriend]
[written and sung by Tre Cool]
I got a rock and roll band
I got a rock and roll life
I got a rock and roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife
I got a rock and roll house
I got a rock and roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in new york
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin'
In over 22 days
So get off my case
[Part 5: We're coming home again]
Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feet
The time has come and it going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat
The world is spinning
Around and around
Out of control again
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letterbomb
And visit me in hell
We're the ones going
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
I started fuckin' running
Just as soon as my feet touched the ground
We're back in Barrio
But to you and me, that's jingle town
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin' fun |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track eleven |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:23 am] |
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| | working | ] |
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track ten |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:22 am] |
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| | working | ] |
Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for a ride
Where have all the riots gone
As your city's model gets pulverized?
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!
The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
There's nothing left to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
And don't look back
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's raise and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
She said I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind
Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track nine |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:21 am] |
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| | working | ] |
She's an Extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she cant seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
She sees the mirror of herself
And image she wants to sell
To anyone willing to buy
He steals the image in her kiss
From her hearts apocalypse
From the one called whatsername
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
Some days he's not worth trying
Now that they're both up on it
She gets so sick of crying
She's an Extraordinary girl
an Extraordinary girl
an Extraordinary girl
an Extraordinary girl |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track eight |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:19 am] |
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| | working | ] |
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername
She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade
is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate
is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that
sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings the liberation
that I just cant define
nothing comes to mind
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track seven |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:19 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | working | ] |
Take away the sensation inside
Bitter sweet migraine in my head
Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind
I can't take this feeling anymore
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing
So give me Novacaine
Out of body and out of mind
Kiss the demons out of my dreams
I get the funny feeling, that’s alright
Jimmy says it's better than air,
I’ll tell you why
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing,
So give me Novacaine
Oh Novacaine
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations overwhelming
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing,
So give me Novacaine |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track six |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:18 am] |
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St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out! |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track five |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:17 am] |
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| | working | ] |
Starry nights city lights
Coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers
In my head
Are we we are, Are we we are
The waiting unknown
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
Forget me nots and second thoughts
Live in isolation
Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
And screaming
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
Ohh..
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
Ohh..
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track four |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:16 am] |
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| | working | ] |
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everythings all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk away! |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track three |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:15 am] |
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| | working | ] |
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
"The representative from California has the floor"
Sieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass man
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track two |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:12 am] |
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| | working | ] |
[Part 1]
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee
[Part 3: I don't care]
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
[x4]
I don't careeeeeeeeee
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]
[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home |
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| an entire punk rock opera...track one |
[Oct. 9th, 2004|11:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | working | ] |
| [ | music |
| | green day | ] |
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue. |
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| Chasing Amy (I can't pretend anymore) |
[Oct. 5th, 2004|10:32 pm] |
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I was watching Chasing Amy recently, and when i saw the part in which Holden expresses his love for Alyssa i realized it was pretty much the exact way i feel for somebody else in my life. And here it is.
HOLDEN
I love you. And not in a friendly
way, although I think we’re great
friends. And not in a misplaced
affection, puppy-dog way, although I’m
sure that’s what you’ll call it. And
it’s not because you’re unattainable.
I love you. Very simple, very truly.
You’re the epitome of every attribute
and quality I’ve ever looked for in
another person. I know you think of
me as just a friend and crossing that
line is the furthest thing from an
option you’d ever consider. But I
can’t do this any longer. I can’t
stand next to you without wanting to
hold you. I can’t look into your eyes
without feeling that longing you only
read about in trashy romance novels.
I can’t talk to you without wanting to
express my love for everything you
are. I know this will probably ruin
our friendship but
I had to say it, because I’ve never
felt this before, and I like who I am
because of it. And if bringing it to
light means we can’t hang out anymore,
then that hurts me. But I couldn’t
allow another day to go by without
getting it out there, regardless of
the outcome, which by the look on your
face is to be the inevitable shoot-
down. And I’ll accept that But I know
some part of you is hesitating for a
moment, and if there is a moment of
hesitation, that means you feel
something too. All I ask is that you
not suppress that - at least for ten
minutes - and try to dwell in it
before you dismiss it.
There isn’t another soul on this
fucking planet who’s ever made me the
person I am when I’m with you, and I
would risk this friendship for the
chance to take it to the next plateau.
Because it’s there between you and me.
You can’t deny that. And even if we
never speak again after tonight,
please know that I’m forever changed
because of you and what you’ve meant
to me. |
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