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Saturday, January 22, 2005

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it that you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all.


Monday, January 03, 2005

Happy 2005. Year of end of high school and start of college, for many, that is.


Wednesday, November 03, 2004

I think you all know why this song is in here... 
That's great! It starts with an earthquake;
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane,
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, Listen to yourself churn,
World serves its own needs,
Dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an ox, speak, grunt, no, strength,
The Ladder start to clatter witha fear
Fight down, height.
Wire in a fire representing seven games,
And a government for hire at a combat site;
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies
Breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters, baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped.
Look at that low plane.
Fine, Then.
Uh-oh. Overflow population, common food,
But it'll do to save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
Listen to your heart beat,
Dummy with a rapture and the reverend and the right, right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light,
Feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
And I feel fine

Six o'clock-- T.V. hour
Don't get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return.
Listen to yourself churn.
Lock it in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate.
Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive.
Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh,
This means no fear cavalier, renegade steer clear!
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies!
Offer me solutions, and offer me alternatives, and I decline!

It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
And I feel fine

The other night I dreamt of knives,
Continental drift divide,
Mountains sit in a line.
LEONARD BERNSTEIN,
Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, BOOM!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, bug, net, right?
Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone)
And I feel fine...fine... 


Saturday, September 11, 2004

Would someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that you're deserting for better company 

I can't accept that it's over
and I will block the door
like a goalie tending the net
in the third quarter
of a tied game rivalry 

so just say how to make it right
and I swear I'll do my best to comply 

tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together 

I feel I must interject here
you're getting carried away
feeling sorry for yourself
with these revisions and gaps in history 

so let me help you remember
I've made charts and graphs
that should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture
on why I have to leave 

so please back away and let me go 

I can't my darling; I love you so
oh oh 
tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together. 
Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures 
I know that I have made mistakes
and I swear I'll never wrong you again 
You've got a lure I can't deny
but you've had your chance
so say goodbye 

Say goodbye


Saturday, September 04, 2004

What can I say? Awesome. Title and Registration - Death Cab for Cutie.
The glove compartment is inaccurately named, 
And everybody knows it. 
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change. 

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm, 
And all I find are souvenirs from better times. 
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east, 
To find yourself a better life. 

I was searching for some legal document, 
As the rain beat down on the hood. 
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget, 
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head. 

Cause it's too important, 
To stay the way it's been. 

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade, 
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all. 
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide, 
Lying awake at night. 

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade, 
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all. 
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide, 
Lying awake at night (up all night), 
When I'm lying awake at night. 



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