Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
driving wheel
Just came up on the midnight special
Hey, how 'bout that
My car broke down in Texas
she stopped dead in her tracks
Just called to tell you that I need you
Just called to tell you how I feel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
They took my money on the night train north
What a terrible thing
I gave my promise that I will be there with you
by Saturday night
I want to tell you that I need you
I need to tell you how I feel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
You can't say much in a phone call, babe
You know how it is
I have to tell you one sure thing
Oh, won't you listen to this
I want to tell you that I love you, babe
I want to tell you just how I feel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
Some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
Hey, how 'bout that
My car broke down in Texas
she stopped dead in her tracks
Just called to tell you that I need you
Just called to tell you how I feel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
They took my money on the night train north
What a terrible thing
I gave my promise that I will be there with you
by Saturday night
I want to tell you that I need you
I need to tell you how I feel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
You can't say much in a phone call, babe
You know how it is
I have to tell you one sure thing
Oh, won't you listen to this
I want to tell you that I love you, babe
I want to tell you just how I feel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
Some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
sharing different heartbeats in one night
Bear
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking from within
He's loud, though without vocal chords
We'll put an end to him
We'll make all the right appointments
No one ever has to know
And then tomorrow I'll turn 21
We'll script another show
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea
Drink champagne although you shouldn't be
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep
None of our friends will come
They dodge our calls
And they have for quite a while now
It's not a shock
You don't seem to mind and I just can't see how
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking you for weeks
And if this isn't all a dream
Well then we'll cut him from beneath
Well we're not scared of making caves
Or finding food for him to eat
We're terrified of one another
And terrified of what that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep my in the waiting room
And all the while I'll know we're fucked
And not getting unfucked soon
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
- Antlers
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking from within
He's loud, though without vocal chords
We'll put an end to him
We'll make all the right appointments
No one ever has to know
And then tomorrow I'll turn 21
We'll script another show
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea
Drink champagne although you shouldn't be
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep
None of our friends will come
They dodge our calls
And they have for quite a while now
It's not a shock
You don't seem to mind and I just can't see how
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking you for weeks
And if this isn't all a dream
Well then we'll cut him from beneath
Well we're not scared of making caves
Or finding food for him to eat
We're terrified of one another
And terrified of what that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep my in the waiting room
And all the while I'll know we're fucked
And not getting unfucked soon
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
- Antlers
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
No more calls.
No New Year's Day to celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact here's just another ordinary day
No April rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
No summer's high
No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
-Stevie
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact here's just another ordinary day
No April rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
No summer's high
No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
-Stevie
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Forests & Sands
I've been innocently learning your language
and you've been taking full advantage, haven't you?
Oh, don't say it's true.
I've lost a friend.
Oh, don't say it's true.
I've lost a friend.
I've been silenced again.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Rapture
I see
Little pieces of me
Weaving in and out of sun soaked
Broken bird wings
Darting in between tree tops
An infant that is stronger than underground roots
My dress is white lace, bright and new
Worn like the first breath of a Phoenix
This is a crisp harmony
Dried up in the grass
Mixed in with
Little pieces of me
I see
Written in the shade to foreshadow.
Little pieces of me
Weaving in and out of sun soaked
Broken bird wings
Darting in between tree tops
An infant that is stronger than underground roots
My dress is white lace, bright and new
Worn like the first breath of a Phoenix
This is a crisp harmony
Dried up in the grass
Mixed in with
Little pieces of me
I see
Written in the shade to foreshadow.
Better Version of Me
I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry or complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damned breeze dry my face
Oh, mister, wait until you see
What I'm gonna be
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Get over your ex-wife, please.
I don't normally ask myself this question but, what ever happened to funny Eminem? Slim Shady? You know, the Eminem that had a Julius Caesar haircut, came to fame during the re-birth of the boy band phenomenon and rapped about how lame they were.
so wipe the smile on your grill off
I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal off
get the wheels turning, spin a wheel off
snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
quit hollering “Why, God?”
He ain’t got sh-t to do with it
Bygones will never be bygones
so won’t be finished swallowing my wad
I ain’t finished blowing it, nice bra
hope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitch
life’s hard, I swear to God
life is a dumb blonde white broad with fake tits and a bad dye job
who just spit in my f-cking face and called me a f-cking tightwad
so finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
and caught her stealing my music
so I tied her arms and legs to the bed
set up the camera and pissed twice on her head"
Now, he's a cold, aggressive misogynist that has been burned by women in the past and can't handle the fact that he had no control over his life, anger and insecurities. Instead he chose to violently unleash it all onto women through music. Most likely, the reason why he was burned was probably because he was a total asshole and deserved it.
Dear Eminem,
Take some responsibility of your own inner demons and inadequacies. STOP projecting those feelings onto mothers, wives, sisters and daughters. Don't you have a daughter of your own? Be a real man. Better yet, be a real human and fight someone your own size. Actually, look into the mirror and fight yourself.
Dislike,
Jessica
I used to date someone who was unable to see his own inadequacies and insecurities. Instead of coming to some type of self awareness or a healthy way to cope with the pain of being broken , he would watch degrading pornography or get intoxicated and verbally abuse me. Unfortunately, it took me a long time to realize this and my self esteem suffered. It's sad actually, no matter how many relationships he will fall into, I know none of them will last because sooner or later his deficiencies will surface and loneliness will follow.
It's obvious to me now that weak men will turn to women (whom they consider the weaker sex) with hatred when it's really themselves that they hate. Could it be learned helplessness? Are these men looking for the mother that failed to heal their boo boos?
This rant is NOT directed at all men, obviously. This is clearly directed at feeble, stunted men. The men I avoid now.
Misogyny is already mainstreamed and accepted in our society, whether you're hearing about Charlie Sheen, Chris Brown or Tiger Woods. All of which still have successful careers. It's a norm and it is completely unacceptable.
"every last woman on Earth I’ll kill off
and I still wouldn’t f-ck you, slutso wipe the smile on your grill off
I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal off
get the wheels turning, spin a wheel off
snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
quit hollering “Why, God?”
He ain’t got sh-t to do with it
Bygones will never be bygones
so won’t be finished swallowing my wad
I ain’t finished blowing it, nice bra
hope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitch
life’s hard, I swear to God
life is a dumb blonde white broad with fake tits and a bad dye job
who just spit in my f-cking face and called me a f-cking tightwad
so finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
and caught her stealing my music
so I tied her arms and legs to the bed
set up the camera and pissed twice on her head"
-Eminem
Don't get me wrong, there is nothing more important than freedom of speech but ignorance and freedom don't mix.
Monday, January 3, 2011
This matters.
"Don't pity the girl with one true friend. Envy her. Pity the girl with just
a thousand acquaintances."
a thousand acquaintances."
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