Beaches.....
"This is a song I've been singing for a long time.
It's like an old friend.
But, you know, I think it,
It's only recently that I discovered what it's really about."
You've got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
Until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
As long as there's the two of us,
We've got the world and all it's charms.
And when the world is through with us,
We've got each others arms.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The papercut chronicles
Friday, November 25, 2011
Boys in Bands
And so it goes.
We mouth your words when your tongues are too paralyzed.
We finish up the peanut butter jelly you get on your ?Router? but never eat.
We still pee in bottles
We play at your graduation parties
We have fallen comrades, we just rebuild the team.
Our friends are rich and we love it.
'Cause it makes us look wealthy too.
Shit, I still got a sidekick 1 with a crack in the fucking screen man.
We were your favorite "I'm the first person to know about these guys" Band.
We dance to Use me by Bill Winters in a drunken stupor
until MA and GARY tell us to go the fuck home and kick us out.
We make mistakes
We love we hate
Were not angry anymore though
Still miss you
still love you
Like a slug hates salt
and we're still your heroes.
We mouth your words when your tongues are too paralyzed.
We finish up the peanut butter jelly you get on your ?Router? but never eat.
We still pee in bottles
We play at your graduation parties
We have fallen comrades, we just rebuild the team.
Our friends are rich and we love it.
'Cause it makes us look wealthy too.
Shit, I still got a sidekick 1 with a crack in the fucking screen man.
We were your favorite "I'm the first person to know about these guys" Band.
We dance to Use me by Bill Winters in a drunken stupor
until MA and GARY tell us to go the fuck home and kick us out.
We make mistakes
We love we hate
Were not angry anymore though
Still miss you
still love you
Like a slug hates salt
and we're still your heroes.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Blogging from deaths door
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Black and white
Friday, October 14, 2011
She turns up the music to escape her world.
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