Monday, December 11, 2006
fright
I don't know why, but whenever I get a progress report or a report card which shows that I have missing work I try to hide it. I attempt to hide these mistakes that I make. I make it seem like I don't care but it's all a big facade I guess. So now I'm scrambling to get stuff done in secret. well ain't this lovely?
Saturday, November 11, 2006
all dressed up with no were to go
got dressed halfway through the day.
was thinkin' 'bout how it's all got away.
from us and is gettin so far
that it can't come back.
or can it?
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
we started to set out,
but then changed our minds.
cuz there's no where to go,
no one to see,
and nothing to do.
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
we came back in,
went back down,
to the basement alone,
and danced by ourselves
to the music of the headphones.
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
we danced and danced and danced,
our feet hurt
from the concrete,
yet that couldn't stop us.
so we kept dancing
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
Then someone called from up above,
no,not heaven, just the floor above.
they hadn't heard the music,
they just wanted to know what iwas doing.
nothin' was my answer and that was it.
Don't steal my lyrics.
was thinkin' 'bout how it's all got away.
from us and is gettin so far
that it can't come back.
or can it?
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
we started to set out,
but then changed our minds.
cuz there's no where to go,
no one to see,
and nothing to do.
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
we came back in,
went back down,
to the basement alone,
and danced by ourselves
to the music of the headphones.
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
we danced and danced and danced,
our feet hurt
from the concrete,
yet that couldn't stop us.
so we kept dancing
cuz we're all dressed up but there's no place togo.
alone in this place of nothing.
this ain't no city,
it's only a town.
a town which is owned by the few,
who make it all the same.
Then someone called from up above,
no,not heaven, just the floor above.
they hadn't heard the music,
they just wanted to know what iwas doing.
nothin' was my answer and that was it.
Don't steal my lyrics.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
'ello chums!
hey, I just started this blog... yeah... not much special really, just a little something to help keep my random thoughts down...
hooray for artsiness.
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homework is bothersome...
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