he once cut one of my nightmares out of paper... i said it was beautiful, i put it on a record cover
i made a brief collection of portions of some beautiful songs, enjoy. or dont?
This glass house is burning down
You light the match, I'll stick around
I'll give you everything you want
And wish the worst of what I was
--taking back sunday, slowdance on the inside
Well theres a secret I've been perfecting,
I swore I wouldn't but you let me
I'm comfortably confused
(and you...) You've gotten so removed
You know I, I could take the place of those pills
Ocean blue, paint it white
Now who ya gonna call tonight?
--taking back sunday, set phasers to stun
Come on just say it,
You need me like a bad habit,
One that gives you the interest of indepth and love.
Come on just say it (Are you afraid to),
You need me like a bad habit
(Say what you want to, tell me you want to),
One that gives you the interest of indepth and love
(Are you afraid to say what you want to, tell me you want to)
...
Are you ashamed to
say what you want to
tell me you want to.
...
I need you defenseless, dependent and alone.
She says live up to your first impression,
Well my best side was your worst invention,
Why cant you love without the intention
In case you live without the intention,
--taking back sunday, one-eighty by summer
dedicated to dj, we really did do a one-eighty by summer.....
Those words at best
were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas
and too many pronouns
Stop it, come on
You’re not making sense now
You can't make them want you
They're all just laughing
...
Literate and stylish
Kissable and quiet
Well that's what girls dreams are made of
And that's all you need to know
You have it or you don't
You have it or you ... don't!
...
This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
down the barrel of a gun
Remind me not to ever act this way again...
This is you trying hard to
make sure that you're seen
With a girl on your arm
and your heart on your sleeve
Remind me not to ever think of you again...
--taking back sunday, timberwolves at new jersey
You don't recover from a night like this.
Our victim, still lying in bed,
completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to her zipper.
And a boy best in tourniquet sheets barely whispers,
"This is so messed up."
...
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life filled
with lies and failing relationships.
...
He keeps his hands low,
he doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe
and his eyes give her
the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he
thinks of throwing up.
Get the body on the bed
like it's flowered and he starts going down...
...
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth --
he's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time", he said.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels ... like.
...
He is the lamb,
she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and
all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he touches is
really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for...
So much more than he could ever give.
A life without lies and meaningful relationships.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end,
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
--brand new, sic transit gloria...glory fades
this is a GREAT song--listen and worship.
i just realized how insanely tired i really was...
so im going to hit the sack.
church tomorrow,
i cant wait! i have no clothes.
--abby wach, i want to go to bed now
This glass house is burning down
You light the match, I'll stick around
I'll give you everything you want
And wish the worst of what I was
--taking back sunday, slowdance on the inside
Well theres a secret I've been perfecting,
I swore I wouldn't but you let me
I'm comfortably confused
(and you...) You've gotten so removed
You know I, I could take the place of those pills
Ocean blue, paint it white
Now who ya gonna call tonight?
--taking back sunday, set phasers to stun
Come on just say it,
You need me like a bad habit,
One that gives you the interest of indepth and love.
Come on just say it (Are you afraid to),
You need me like a bad habit
(Say what you want to, tell me you want to),
One that gives you the interest of indepth and love
(Are you afraid to say what you want to, tell me you want to)
...
Are you ashamed to
say what you want to
tell me you want to.
...
I need you defenseless, dependent and alone.
She says live up to your first impression,
Well my best side was your worst invention,
Why cant you love without the intention
In case you live without the intention,
--taking back sunday, one-eighty by summer
dedicated to dj, we really did do a one-eighty by summer.....
Those words at best
were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas
and too many pronouns
Stop it, come on
You’re not making sense now
You can't make them want you
They're all just laughing
...
Literate and stylish
Kissable and quiet
Well that's what girls dreams are made of
And that's all you need to know
You have it or you don't
You have it or you ... don't!
...
This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
down the barrel of a gun
Remind me not to ever act this way again...
This is you trying hard to
make sure that you're seen
With a girl on your arm
and your heart on your sleeve
Remind me not to ever think of you again...
--taking back sunday, timberwolves at new jersey
You don't recover from a night like this.
Our victim, still lying in bed,
completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to her zipper.
And a boy best in tourniquet sheets barely whispers,
"This is so messed up."
...
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life filled
with lies and failing relationships.
...
He keeps his hands low,
he doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe
and his eyes give her
the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he
thinks of throwing up.
Get the body on the bed
like it's flowered and he starts going down...
...
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth --
he's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time", he said.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels ... like.
...
He is the lamb,
she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and
all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he touches is
really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for...
So much more than he could ever give.
A life without lies and meaningful relationships.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end,
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
--brand new, sic transit gloria...glory fades
this is a GREAT song--listen and worship.
i just realized how insanely tired i really was...
so im going to hit the sack.
church tomorrow,
i cant wait! i have no clothes.
--abby wach, i want to go to bed now