I of the Morning
Radio play my favourite song;
Radio, Radio
Radio I'm alone
Radio;
Radio, please don't go
Radio
I peer through curtains on empty streets,
Behind a wall of caller ID;
No one's out there,
To hear if I care,
About the troubles in the air
As I of the morning now come
Pick up where my thoughts left off;
Cos I'm home to die on my own
As my radio plays my favourite song;
Radio, Radio
Radio Don't you know,
Radio, Radio
That radio I'm alone?
I blow the dust of my guitars,
in the attic with the stars
I read your letters to feel better;
My tears upon the faded ink
As I of the morning now gone
Pick up where my thoughts left off;
Cos I'm home to die on my own
As my radio plays my favourite song,
Radio, Radio;
Radio I'm alone,
Radio, Radio;
Radio please don't go
I sit in dark light
To wait for ghost night
To bring the past alive
To make a toast to life
Cos I have survived
What is it you want,
What is it you want to change?
Radio
I woke up at five this morning and decided to go on a walk. As I was leaving I heard a lecture about the dangers of little girls going out at night without strong male supervision. I said I'd be fine.
I meant it. I feel like fucking metal right now, and would pity anyone who tried anything with me. Though it would be interesting to see how the media coverage of a kidnapping differs when the victim is not beautiful. Drew Sjodin and Erika Dalquist were both from around here, but they were both cute, which the media loves; they have to compete with the entertainment industry.
The sun hadn't come up yet. Everything seems different at night.
There was a fox that crossed my path, and when he got over to the side of the road he turned his head and watched me walk by. I turned my head to watched him sit there as I went by. Each of us was thinking, 'What are you doing here?' He's probably not used to seeing people around if he's active at this hour. And I'm not used to seeing foxes around here at all.
He sat pretty close on the side of the road, and as I walked by him we were only about nine feet away from each other. No wonder we domesticated canines so easily, cos I could see in my little fox friend the potential for trusting me.
Cats aren't like that. We've only really had them domesticated for about 3,500 years (if you consider cats to be domesticated now, which really, they aren't.) Though there is evidence that could suggest cats and humans have been living together even longer. We've found a burial site on Cyprus that was 8,000 years old that had human and cats buried together. May seem like a long time, but we know for sure that humans and canines have been living together for at least 14,000 years.
Sorry for boring you, I just love anthropology.
I have an appointment at nine, then I'm going over to the hospital to see if mom is doing better. I might be spending all day there again, depending on her level of consciousness.
I really prefer the night, it's easier to think and calmer to exist without all of the people that come along with the light. The day isn't very conducive to quiet contemplation.
Radio, Radio
Radio I'm alone
Radio;
Radio, please don't go
Radio
I peer through curtains on empty streets,
Behind a wall of caller ID;
No one's out there,
To hear if I care,
About the troubles in the air
As I of the morning now come
Pick up where my thoughts left off;
Cos I'm home to die on my own
As my radio plays my favourite song;
Radio, Radio
Radio Don't you know,
Radio, Radio
That radio I'm alone?
I blow the dust of my guitars,
in the attic with the stars
I read your letters to feel better;
My tears upon the faded ink
As I of the morning now gone
Pick up where my thoughts left off;
Cos I'm home to die on my own
As my radio plays my favourite song,
Radio, Radio;
Radio I'm alone,
Radio, Radio;
Radio please don't go
I sit in dark light
To wait for ghost night
To bring the past alive
To make a toast to life
Cos I have survived
What is it you want,
What is it you want to change?
Radio
I woke up at five this morning and decided to go on a walk. As I was leaving I heard a lecture about the dangers of little girls going out at night without strong male supervision. I said I'd be fine.
I meant it. I feel like fucking metal right now, and would pity anyone who tried anything with me. Though it would be interesting to see how the media coverage of a kidnapping differs when the victim is not beautiful. Drew Sjodin and Erika Dalquist were both from around here, but they were both cute, which the media loves; they have to compete with the entertainment industry.
The sun hadn't come up yet. Everything seems different at night.
There was a fox that crossed my path, and when he got over to the side of the road he turned his head and watched me walk by. I turned my head to watched him sit there as I went by. Each of us was thinking, 'What are you doing here?' He's probably not used to seeing people around if he's active at this hour. And I'm not used to seeing foxes around here at all.
He sat pretty close on the side of the road, and as I walked by him we were only about nine feet away from each other. No wonder we domesticated canines so easily, cos I could see in my little fox friend the potential for trusting me.
Cats aren't like that. We've only really had them domesticated for about 3,500 years (if you consider cats to be domesticated now, which really, they aren't.) Though there is evidence that could suggest cats and humans have been living together even longer. We've found a burial site on Cyprus that was 8,000 years old that had human and cats buried together. May seem like a long time, but we know for sure that humans and canines have been living together for at least 14,000 years.
Sorry for boring you, I just love anthropology.
I have an appointment at nine, then I'm going over to the hospital to see if mom is doing better. I might be spending all day there again, depending on her level of consciousness.
I really prefer the night, it's easier to think and calmer to exist without all of the people that come along with the light. The day isn't very conducive to quiet contemplation.