(no subject)
It seems to me lately that the only friends I have are Reese, Rush, everyone at school, Heather, Bre, my sis, and My Guitar.
I feel like everyone is against me.
Sabrina has been acting weird lately. Ever since I told her that I don't want to be with her right now, she's been ignoring me. Her sister ain't helping either. I try to be nice to her, and be her friend, but she blocks me from her Live Journal. I don't even know what I did. Im failing two classes in school, which means I might have to go to summer school; and to top it off, I still don't have my license.
It's funny how happy Reese makes me though.
You know if all I had in life was Reese, I wouldn't need Music, Rush, TV, PS2, XBOX, and all these other things called esentials. She's the one of the only persons that puts a smile on my face. A lot of people do, but she is the main person that does it. No matter what, whenever im talking to her.. im always happy.
I've been practicing singing this song. It's hard since my voice is deep, and Geddy's is so high.
If any of you listen to Rush, you'll know how high Geddy Lee's voice is. There's this one part though, right at the end of the song. Where Geddy screams "Of Salesmen." in a high ascending scale. Thats the only hard part for me.
Download the song, listen to it. You'll know what im talking about.
Rush - Spirit of Radio
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood.
Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers -
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty.
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free
"For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall and concert hall
And echoes with the sound of salesmen."
I feel like everyone is against me.
Sabrina has been acting weird lately. Ever since I told her that I don't want to be with her right now, she's been ignoring me. Her sister ain't helping either. I try to be nice to her, and be her friend, but she blocks me from her Live Journal. I don't even know what I did. Im failing two classes in school, which means I might have to go to summer school; and to top it off, I still don't have my license.
It's funny how happy Reese makes me though.
You know if all I had in life was Reese, I wouldn't need Music, Rush, TV, PS2, XBOX, and all these other things called esentials. She's the one of the only persons that puts a smile on my face. A lot of people do, but she is the main person that does it. No matter what, whenever im talking to her.. im always happy.
I've been practicing singing this song. It's hard since my voice is deep, and Geddy's is so high.
If any of you listen to Rush, you'll know how high Geddy Lee's voice is. There's this one part though, right at the end of the song. Where Geddy screams "Of Salesmen." in a high ascending scale. Thats the only hard part for me.
Download the song, listen to it. You'll know what im talking about.
Rush - Spirit of Radio
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood.
Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers -
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty.
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free
"For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall and concert hall
And echoes with the sound of salesmen."