I was crying okay? There were tears. It wasn't visible though. >_>
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Captured
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Labels: captured short film
Thursday, September 23, 2010
When I was Bitter
You said that people change
Uncontrollably and out of range
Never thought it could come true
Until it happened to you
I woke up one bright morning
Alone and left with nothing
No more pictures lined on the wall
And you never answered my call
I found myself alone and thinking
Why everything didn't end up working
Am I not good enough for you?
My cooking not as good as your mom's stew?
I laughed bitter and cold
Hardly because I choked
Then realized that this cherry coke
Is better than you, ole' bloke.
~~
I find it really funny now.
"Comedy is tragedy plus time." -Carol Burnett
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Labels: bitterness, poem
Friday, September 17, 2010
Us
I can't stop smiling. :D
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun
They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's marble sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
They don't come near me
But they come near Mads
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Sunday, September 12, 2010
There is a light that never goes out
(This is a post-blog in the previous one I had posted)
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask
Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
No, I haven't got one
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Please, please, please let me get what I want
I dreamt of you last night. It was awesome. I think it's because of too much thoughts of what I'll do when I'd be lucky and get the internship in Washington. Anyway, it was cloudy, perfect weather. You and I are walking towards home. You held me so tight I swear I knew how sturdy you are, and how sexy you smelled like. We were laughing. I tipped your head to face me, my nose almost touching your smile. Your breath smelled of mint, I pulled you down and you kissed me.
See the luck I've had
Could make a good man turn bad
So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Get what I want this time
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See the life I've had
Could make a good man turn bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time
Lord knows it would be the first time
So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Get what I want this time
Lord knows it would be the first time
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Monday, September 6, 2010
Can't Stand It
This song is just so you! Do you know that? I really can't stand you and everything you do because it's so cute. :\
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know…
That everything you do,
Is super fucking cute
And I can’t stand it
I’ve been searching for
A girl that’s just like you
Cause I know
That your heart is true
Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know…
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can’t stand it
Let’s forget,
And run away
To sail the ocean blue
Then you’ll know,
That my heart is true
Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know…
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can’t stand it
You, you got me where you want me
Cause I’ll do anything to please you
Just to make it through…
Another year
You, I saw you across the room
And I knew that this is gonna
Blossom into something beautiful.
You’re beautiful.
Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know…
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can’t stand it
No I can’t stand it
No I can’t stand it
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