Saturday, January 30, 2010

It Rained Today Inside My Head

How could you take this away from me?
You can't even imagine how I feel.
For as long as I can recall, I've asked to resist
Now ..
I'm disgusted
If I don't keep myself busy, I go crazy
because I keep replaying the things I've done.
So I drink to forget,
I smoke to smile.
It doesn't help as much as I'd like
So I light some more
sip some more
In the end, I'm more careless than ever
Now I can't, won't, make good choices
Won't tell you how I feel today.
I'll just keep it bottled up until my head aches,
My eyes burn,
My throat is swollen..recurrent cycles.
All thanks to that thing you've stolen.
And the worst part is, you have no idea.
I've never felt so alone
This has gone on far too long.
I've learned to hate myself more than ever.
Hoping for something more.. but what do I expect?
I've no one to blame but I.
The one thing I want will probably never be in possession.
My heart feels broken over something that was never mine to start.
I'm a walking mistake.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

in love


280507 - The Cribs - The Wrong Way To Be - Ritz, Manchester




last night was the greatest. even better than the first time.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Note to Self:

NOTHING is as difficult as you make it out to be.
Possibilities are infinite.
"Did you know Mr. Taco Bell died?" -mama guevara.

Tues: THE CRIBS<33333
Thurs: TITLE FIGHT<33
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


la la la la can you hear me? i don't think soo. OH OH OOOOH

Saturday, January 16, 2010

"you look like you smell like shit"



Would i be lying if i said i don't know?
Now i guess that this is over
And i'm sorry that you have nothing to show.

stoked for a week of good jams. I have to buy some merch.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Saturday, January 9, 2010

unbirthed

I love the quiet of the night time
When the sun has drowned in a deathly sea
I can feel my heart beating as I speak from the sense of time catching up with me
The sky set out like a pathway,
But who decides which route we take?
As people drift into a dream world,
I close my eyes as my hands shake and when I see a new day;
Whose driving the same way,
I picture my own grave..
Yes, this fear's got a hold on me

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

84


The most emotional song i've ever heard. listening to it is something else. I don't see why classical music is so underrated. It's the most original, emotional, meaningful music i've ever heard. There's no annoying singing over it, or meaningless lyrics to smother you with someone elses sad story. It is pure and the listener can make it out to what ever they'd like. This song paints something so vivid in my brain; I just close my eyes, let my soul absorb and take its own route. Beethoven was a badass. 2:40 into the song, it turn into some epic masterpiece. ahhh. that part reeeally gets me.

Monday, January 4, 2010

116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on the tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief house and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upoun me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Modern Translation:
I hope I may never acknowledge any reason why minds that truly love each other shouldn't be joined together. Love isn't really love if it changes when it sees the beloved change or if it disappears when the beloved leaves. Oh no, love is a constant and unchanging light that shines on storms without being shaken; it is the star that guides every wandering boat. And like a star, its value is beyond measure, though its height can be measured. Love is not under time's power, though time has the power to destroy rosy lips and cheeks. Love does not alter with the passage of brief hours and weeks, but lasts until doomsday. If I'm wrong about this and can be proven wrong, I never wrote, and no man ever loved.