Yeah, in this world
May. 8th, 2005 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Today I got very little accomplished. I've been ridiculously lazy all weekend. Starting tomorrow, I'm really going to have to pick this crap up.
The Sox lost the 2nd part of the doubleheader. Lame. Cla Meridith sucks.
I'm feeling incredibly bitter tonight. I'm sick of a lot of stuff. I could go onto a massive rant. I just am not having the best of luck lately with people in general, and the fact that all my roommate listens to is horrendous techno music exacerbates everything.
Anyway, I started a song a while ago and I finished at least the lyrics tonight. I still have music to finalize for it.
Take a blurry photograph of something there that's real
Take a straight edge, cut yourself, tell me if you feel
The sun has set, the grass is green, so take a look around
Concentrate, lose focus, your soul is gagged and bound
Hold my hand
No, don't
My fingers just pass through you
Something's out there, but isolation wins
One hundred miles away you'll walk when I begin
Conveyer belt running down this boulevard so slow
Hearts gray like their companions, run to embrace below
Solid walls will fall, I'll fly to stay above
Watching as cardboard boxes meet and make sweet love
Hold my honesty
No don't
It's only a crumbling mess
Something's out there, but abstracts will still win.
One thousand miles away, you'll end when I begin.
Counterfeit words on sale today
Until you're folded up and thrown away
Like the others
Like the others
The Sox lost the 2nd part of the doubleheader. Lame. Cla Meridith sucks.
I'm feeling incredibly bitter tonight. I'm sick of a lot of stuff. I could go onto a massive rant. I just am not having the best of luck lately with people in general, and the fact that all my roommate listens to is horrendous techno music exacerbates everything.
Anyway, I started a song a while ago and I finished at least the lyrics tonight. I still have music to finalize for it.
Take a blurry photograph of something there that's real
Take a straight edge, cut yourself, tell me if you feel
The sun has set, the grass is green, so take a look around
Concentrate, lose focus, your soul is gagged and bound
Hold my hand
No, don't
My fingers just pass through you
Something's out there, but isolation wins
One hundred miles away you'll walk when I begin
Conveyer belt running down this boulevard so slow
Hearts gray like their companions, run to embrace below
Solid walls will fall, I'll fly to stay above
Watching as cardboard boxes meet and make sweet love
Hold my honesty
No don't
It's only a crumbling mess
Something's out there, but abstracts will still win.
One thousand miles away, you'll end when I begin.
Counterfeit words on sale today
Until you're folded up and thrown away
Like the others
Like the others
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Date: 2005-05-09 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-09 08:15 pm (UTC)