I just heard a commercial for The Muppets Wizard of Oz. Maybe I'll like this one? God I can only hope this one doesn't freak me the f out... I guess I'll try and watch it. I mean, it is the Muppets.........
Hey...I downloaded this song today...and dude...I have to post the lyrics...they're that f-in cool. You'll remember the song, it's from back in the day....no inuendo towards you though...just, good lyrics.
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore, Before you take a swing, I wonder what are we fighting for. When I say out loud, 'I want to get out of this', I wonder. Is there anything I'm going to miss, I wonder.
How's it going to be, when you don't know me. How's it going to be, when you're sure I'm not there. How's it going to be, when there is no one there to talk to. Between you and me, 'cause I don't care. How's it going to be.
Where we used to laugh, there's a shouting match. Sharp as a thumbnail scratch, a silence I can't ignore. Like, the hammock by the doorway we spent time in, swing empty, don't see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me..I wonder.
How's it going to be, when it goes down. How's it going to be, when you're not around. How's it going to be, when you find out there was nothing. Between you and me, 'cause I don't care, how's it going to be. How's it going to be, when you don't know me anymore. And how's it going to be.
Want to get myself back in again, the soft dive of oblivion. Want to taste the salt of your skin, the soft drive of oblivion, oblivion.
How's it going to be, when you dont know me anymore.
........it's a good make a brotha feel better type of song. Plus! It's oldskoo as fuck! Sorry to post such a long thing on your journal...I just wanted to get it out somewhere....hell who knows, maybe she'll even read it.
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore,
Before you take a swing, I wonder what are we fighting for.
When I say out loud, 'I want to get out of this', I wonder.
Is there anything I'm going to miss, I wonder.
How's it going to be, when you don't know me.
How's it going to be, when you're sure I'm not there.
How's it going to be, when there is no one there to talk to.
Between you and me, 'cause I don't care.
How's it going to be.
Where we used to laugh, there's a shouting match.
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch, a silence I can't ignore.
Like, the hammock by the doorway we spent time in, swing empty,
don't see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me..I wonder.
How's it going to be, when it goes down.
How's it going to be, when you're not around.
How's it going to be, when you find out there was nothing.
Between you and me, 'cause I don't care,
how's it going to be.
How's it going to be, when you don't know me anymore.
And how's it going to be.
Want to get myself back in again,
the soft dive of oblivion.
Want to taste the salt of your skin,
the soft drive of oblivion, oblivion.
How's it going to be, when you dont know me anymore.
........it's a good make a brotha feel better type of song. Plus! It's oldskoo as fuck! Sorry to post such a long thing on your journal...I just wanted to get it out somewhere....hell who knows, maybe she'll even read it.
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