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'.

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



Findingsanta

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

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

Wednesday, September 12, 2007