magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
eh. new album out by stars. rock! i love them.
Grey skies and light fading
Headlamps making patterns on the wall
Uptown it's dead now but
Out here no one seems to care at all
Slick girls and sick boys and
Each one lining up to take him home
They hold tight, their coin and
They pray no one has to see them fall
I'm there yeah, I serve them
The one with the empty looking eyes
Come closer, you'll see me
The face that is used to telling lies
Saturday nights in neon lights
Sunday in the cell
Pills enough to make me feel ill
Cash enough to make me well
What now kid? Which way love?
Will we ever make up and be friends
Good news is, my shoes is
Lined with all my nickels and my tens
Let's do that, just feed me
I hate when I have to get to sleep
You despise me and I love you
It's not much but it's just enough to keep
Saturday nights in neon lights
Sunday in the cell
Pills enough to make me feel ill
Cash enough to make me well
+ fictions&fires
6:58 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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