|
|
Well now, boys, I'm a rolling stone.
|
|
|
|
[04 Jan 2009|02:07pm] |
|
i'm frustrated.
|
|
|
[20 Dec 2008|09:29pm] |
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order's tall
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened here
We suckled on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
|
|
|
[02 Jun 2008|05:20pm] |
Well now, boys, I'm a rollin' stone
that's what I was when I first left home.
I took every secret that I'd ever known
and headed for the wall
like a wrecking ball.
Started down on the holy road of sin
playin' bass under a pseudonym.
The days were rough, and it's all quite dim,
but my mind cuts through it all
like a wrecking ball.
Oh, just a little dead head
Who is watching, who is watching.
I's just a little dead head,
fallen daughter on a scholarship.
I got tired and let my average slip.
Then I's a farmer in the Pogonip
with a weed that I recall
was like a wrecking ball.
I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
she showed me colors I'd never seen
and drank the bottom out of my canteen
then left me in the fall
like a wreckin' ball.
Standin' there in the morning mist,
a Jack & Coke at the end of my wrist.
Yes, I remember when we first kissed,
though it was nothin' at all
like a wreckin ball.
Hey, boys, a little dead head
who is watching, who is watching.
I's just a little dead head,
with too much trouble for me to shake.
Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache.
Was riding high until the '89 quake
hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
like a wreckin ball.
|
|
|
[02 Jun 2008|04:24pm] |
Is anyone willing to hook me up with some mixed CDs? I very much need some. I'm happy to reciprocate.
xo
|
|
|
[24 Feb 2008|11:17am] |
|
You Are a Question Mark
|
You seek knowledge and insight in every form possible. You love learning.
And while you know a lot, you don't act like a know it all. You're open to learning you're wrong.
You ask a lot of questions, collect a lot of data, and always dig deep to find out more.
You're naturally curious and inquisitive. You jump to ask a question when the opportunity arises.
Your friends see you as interesting, insightful, and thought provoking.
(But they're not always up for the intense inquisitions that you love!)
You excel in: Higher education
You get along best with: The Comma
|
|
|
|
[16 Dec 2007|04:12pm] |
Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups
But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow
well I'm sold
|
|
|
[15 Sep 2007|10:47pm] |
| [ |
music |
| |
hater blockers |
] |
I feel like I have a severe attention defecit. It used to be easy to sit and think and I never felt bored. Now I am perpetually restless and I just buzz from one activity to the next but I am also incredibly unmotivated, and have no ambition to do anything interesting with my time. I like to cook, shop, watch TV, read and feel anxious about work. I am trying to knit my mom new slippers but I am totally stuck on the gusset so I need to hit up a knitting store for some assistance. DPNs blow my mind.
But fall is approaching which is cool. Though I feel something is missing. Perhaps I'm just feeling things more flatly than usual.
I'm not charged. But I'm not really unhappy either. In fact everything is relatively satisfactory. I guess I'd feel better if I had a porch on which to place jack-o-lanterns.
I go through these times so I assume I'll be okay.
|
|
|
[28 Aug 2007|08:14pm] |
|
gay, blue, friends to run to, et cetera
|
|
|
[03 Mar 2007|12:45pm] |
my poor mother.
at least it's a beautiful day.
|
|
|
[30 Nov 2006|07:48pm] |
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
|
|
|
[14 Oct 2006|06:44pm] |
i'm all entirely panic attacks and insecurity the past two days. before that i was manic and i felt good.
so i'm a mess. and i'm afraid that will never change.
|
|
|
[16 Mar 2006|08:11pm] |
the fairest bloom the mountain knows
is not an iris or a wild rose
but the little flower of which i'll tell
known as brave acony bell
just a simple flower so small and plain
with a pearly hue and a little known name
but the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom
for they know that spring is coming soon
well it makes its home 'mid the rocks and rills
where the snow lies deep on the windy hills
and it tells the world, why should i wait?
this ice and snow's gonna melt away.
and so i'll sing that yellow bird's song
for the troubled times will soon be gone
|
|
|
[26 Jan 2006|11:20pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
so let's assume it was true |
] |
i'll never prove that my motives were pure
so let's remove any question of cure
cause even though you've
made it pretty obscure
baby, it's clear, from here,
you're losing your atmosphere.
from here, you're losing it.
|
|
|
[30 Dec 2005|04:25pm] |
|
"I feel
sad about
what
my life
has grown
into."
|
|
|
[10 Dec 2005|05:04pm] |
|
i wish i was both young and stupid
|
|
|
[04 Dec 2005|07:23am] |
|
snow!
|
|
|
[01 Dec 2005|09:43pm] |
|
lighttounite.org, among many, many other things. do what you can. okay?
|
|
|
[15 Nov 2005|09:39am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
enter the sun |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
marching like a matador |
] |
Where gravity is dead
And the airplanes fly around
Above the roaming bees
And the buzzing town
Above the tattered flags
And the rotten show posters
Above the clubs and microphones
Above the jealous mouths
That's where you've found yourself
Riding into the sun
On a raft made for one
Red painted radio
Towers sing you songs
Not, not that something's wrong
You've got 'em in your head
But doesn't it get lonely
Riding up there to the sun
On a single raft for one
Don't you wish for someone
To pull you on a string
Down from atmospheres
Down into a clearing
To kiss and box your ears?
That's where you've found yourself
Riding into the sun
On a raft made for one..
|
|
|
[30 Oct 2005|01:23pm] |
|
that was sad.
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
|
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
maneater's journal