Fuck it...I want a Song Break
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troubled souls unite, we got ourselves tonight..
i am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends
i am lost, i'm no guide, but i'm by your side
i am right by your side...
young lover i stand
it was their idea, i proved to be a man
take my fucking hand
it was their idea, i proved to be a man
will myself to find a home, a home within myself
we will find a way, we will find our place
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my fuckin' face
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my fuckin' face
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my fuckin' face
drop the leash, we are young
drop the leash, we are young
get outta' my fuckin' face...
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my, my...
delight, delight, delight in our youth...
get outta' my fuckin' face...
i am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends
i am lost, i'm no guide, but i'm by your side
i am right by your side...
young lover i stand
it was their idea, i proved to be a man
take my fucking hand
it was their idea, i proved to be a man
will myself to find a home, a home within myself
we will find a way, we will find our place
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my fuckin' face
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my fuckin' face
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my fuckin' face
drop the leash, we are young
drop the leash, we are young
get outta' my fuckin' face...
drop the leash, drop the leash...
get outta' my, my...
delight, delight, delight in our youth...
get outta' my fuckin' face...
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
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LMAO!!! Excellent!
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
for the times they are a-changing.
sounds like you may have the a-singing john birch society blues....
them reds, they're everywhere.
Dear Sleater-Kinney,
Please play this song at one of the shows that we previously discussed. My friend really wants to hear it. Thank you.
The Drama You’ve Been Craving
Oh I wait
(I’m a time bomb)
For something more today
(I’m a fuse)
You know the place it stinks
(tongue is tired)
I smell like despair
(from over use)
All the bridges gonna burn gonna fall down
Burn it down it’s so hot it’s so hot hot
(is it all on you)
The clock I’m punching in
(I’m a monster)
Work till i can’t give
(I’m a machine)
Now there’s no time left
(and where I’m headed)
No time left for anything
(it’s so obscene)
All the drama that you crave that you really want
That you crave that you want that you want want
(is it all on you)
Kick it out kick it in
Oh I wait
(I’ve got drama)
For something more today
(for the brain)
cross the river to the eastside
xo,
victorygin
Turn It On
Don’t say the word
If you don’t want it done
Don’t tell me your name
If you don’t want it sung
Don’t come any closer
That’s good enough
Don’t go away
I can’t stand the thought
It’s too warm
Inside your hands
It’s too hard
It’s too good
It’s just that when you touched me
I could not stand up
I fell into
I fell down
Why can’t you tell me
Is it worth a fight
Do i sound crazy
Well i just might
Why do your words
Have to ring so false
Why do your eyes
Have to change so much
cross the river to the eastside
All sprawled out
Laid to rest
Woke up early
Got it again
I feel so stupid today
Why ain't it any other way
It's too late to complain
Bad, bad timing
Ugly saying
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
So mixed up
No room to move
I ain't got nothing
Got nothing to lose
I feel so stupid today
Why ain't it any other way
It's too late to complain
Bad, bad timing
Ugly saying
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
you keep telling me i'm beautiful
but i feel a little less so each time
your love is so colorful
it flashes like a neon sign
but i finally drove out where
the sky is dark enuf to see stars
and i found i missed no one
just listening to the swishing of distant cars
i hope i never see
the ocean again
pushing and pulling at me
as i go deeper and deeper in
til i'm so far from my shore
so far from what i came here for
i let you surround me
i let you drown me
out with your din
and then i learned how to swim
i was floating above myself
watching her do just what you wanted
poor little friendly ghost
wondering why her whole house feels haunted
i told myself i was strong enuf
that i had plenty of blood to give
and each elbow cradled a needle
but listless and faint ain't no way to live
so i hope i never see
the ocean again
pushing and pulling at me
as i go deeper and deeper in
til i'm so far from my shore
so far from what i came here for
i let you surround me
i let you drown me
out with your din
and then i learned how to swim
you keep telling me i'm beautiful
but i feel a little less so each time
your love is so colorful
it flashes like a neon sign
but i finally drove out where
the sky is dark enuf to see stars
and i found i missed no one
just listening to the swishing of distant cars
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde