Monday, September 24, 2007
blech
I feel awful today...
Luckily I can think about the weekend and get a smile on my face.
I went to tony alva's 50th birthday party this weekend and everytime I go to one of his parties I feel so relaxed and not awkward. The people are so nice and usually unpretentious, there's good tunes and fun stories....
I had a blast- even looking like a lipstick lesbian.. The party was deck as ef (heh)
I wish he'd throw more alleyway bashes- I sure could use em'.
Luckily I can think about the weekend and get a smile on my face.
I went to tony alva's 50th birthday party this weekend and everytime I go to one of his parties I feel so relaxed and not awkward. The people are so nice and usually unpretentious, there's good tunes and fun stories....
I had a blast- even looking like a lipstick lesbian.. The party was deck as ef (heh)
I wish he'd throw more alleyway bashes- I sure could use em'.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
..........
Too young to fall
For a light I think I see
Can't say for sure
The plants have died,
My hair has grown
From the thought of you
Coming home
Cuz it ain't easier
Waking up at dawn
To find I lost my crown
If I found you there
With flowers in your hair
I'd hold you in my arms
Till we came back down
A smile that explodes
I could never understand
My room too small
To get by without the help of alcohol
Pin my arm to the wall
Now I'm too gone to fight
Not afraid to fall
Cuz it ain't easier
Waking up at dawn
To find I lost my crown
If I found you there
With flowers in your hair
I' d hold you in my arms
Until we came back down
A smile that explodes
I could never understand
I write one more
Letter I won't send
Except for across the floor
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
art is hard.
Cut it out- your self-inflicted pain
Is getting too routine
The crowds are catching on
To the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again
The art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail
To boost your cd sales
(and that cd sells- yeah, what a hit)
Youve got to repeat it
You gotta sink to swim
If at fist you dont succeed
You gotta recreate your misery
cause we all know art is hard
Young artists have gotta starve
Try, and fail, and try again
The comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
til its all the same old shit
Is getting too routine
The crowds are catching on
To the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again
The art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail
To boost your cd sales
(and that cd sells- yeah, what a hit)
Youve got to repeat it
You gotta sink to swim
If at fist you dont succeed
You gotta recreate your misery
cause we all know art is hard
Young artists have gotta starve
Try, and fail, and try again
The comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
til its all the same old shit
no means no
The brain works in mysterious ways.
I’m in my head, I’m in my head
I can’t escape, I can’t escape
You’re in my bed, you’re in my bed
I can’t relate, I can’t relate
All I got is hate, All I got is hate
I’m in your mind, I’m in your mind
I can’t erase, I can’t erase
You made me blind, you made me blind
I can’t embrace, I can’t embrace
Give me space, give me space
I’m in the well, I’m in the well
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
You’re in my hell, you’re in my hell
I can only seethe, only seethe
Your love is greed
I’m in my head, I’m in my head
I can’t escape, I can’t escape
You’re in my bed, you’re in my bed
I can’t relate, I can’t relate
All I got is hate, All I got is hate
I’m in your mind, I’m in your mind
I can’t erase, I can’t erase
You made me blind, you made me blind
I can’t embrace, I can’t embrace
Give me space, give me space
I’m in the well, I’m in the well
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
You’re in my hell, you’re in my hell
I can only seethe, only seethe
Your love is greed
Thursday, September 13, 2007
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