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my current playlist.
///ive never felt so connected to one song.
-lines by quarters-
If I get one life to live
I'm'a give it all I got
If I get the chance
I'm'a be who I am instead of who I'm not
When I die I want to be able to look up and smile
--think back on things I did instead of all the things I thought
x2
verse
I'm coming up a high school drop out
Always in the back of my mind trying to prove I wasn't just some cop out
One of those dudes that the girls are always trying to save
Whisper to you with tears in their eyes--while you're sleeping they pray
A new day, a new way of life led me to this place of mind
Peace of mind--no not yet but that comes with time
I'm turning around this crazy juggernaut I built
Swallow my pride, inside it slides down--this bitter pill
Window sill dreaming led me to believing
I had something beautiful inside
Something that I couldn't hide under covers at noon and ugly gray skies
Disguised my plans under shyness and waited
I am not empty I'm more like everything all at once
I am not crazy I'm more like burning through this life like the sun
These people are amazing and I'm gonna' keep learning my..
This place is everything and I'm'a keep learning my..
Lines (repeat)
So forget love; forget your money and drugs
I don't even sleep now because this shit isn't enough
So let's shine, let's live and die by these streets
Let's rhyme, you can sit back, puff lye to these beats
This is the heat; this is my intensity
My propensity for making the dollars and some sense of me
Theres something around the corner, got my head out of order
Got a mind full of lines and a pocket full of quarters
But I can't seem to rest, life is bringing up the stress
I test myself--endless--and catch as catch can
My nemesis emanates preeminently from my blood
I'm always changing trying to keep from forgetting who I was
And I forgot to love between indifference and hate;
Left who I used to be back in chaos and fate
I've been a lot of places, worn mad hats and faces
I'm young, twenty-one but I'm so close I can taste it
Lines (repeat)
I am a man and that means that I need a sense of purpose
Without that these words become worthless verses
Superfluous staple-spitting leads to nothing but more of the same
The game is about money and recognition of the big names
An ounce of pain goes into every line that I create
As I carefully extract the feelings from the lining of my brain
Cranium draining on to paper by way of pen's ink
I sink teeth into language with things I think
Time is slipping backwards like a reel of film
The images of days burned into the chemicals that spill
Frame by frame nameless faces stay the same
After years of restless changes and still they're staying.. still
Now I'm'a cut my ties and burn my bridges, ma
Never said I wasn't a little bit vicious, ma
Always found time to spit and write descriptive though
My hindsight is always dark and I'm'a keep spinning these..
////this song... yeah. kimya dawson is my conscience.
-wandering daughter by kimya dawson-
I am the wanderer's wandering daughter
wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar
i love as i breathe and leave as i live
my cast iron shield's a titanium sieve
and a castle that's built on confusion and doubt
is a nickel within and a dollar without
just when the shoes seem so big i can't win
i fill my own sneakers and take off again
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
take all my pain and i mix it with water
it's sunny it's sweet and i don't purple stuff it
one day by the way i met little miss muffet
i blew my mind with the stuff that i taught her
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
i said if a spider should sit down beside you
tell him your name and then tell him the truth
a great hairy spider appeared there and then
and the holes in my soul started letting in wind
i felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
she said i'm miss muffet i'm very afraid
but something inside me is making me stay
i know deep down that if i run away
i'll just meet more spiders and still feel the same
the spider he smiled and said how is this true
when i am so terribly smaller than you?
my web it just went in the way the wind blew
what i was in for i hadn't a clue
he touched her face gently with six of his legs
and licked from her chin a speck of curds and whey
when i was certain they'd both be okay
i tightened my laces and i walked away
as i walked away i was feeling excluded
wishing my impulses weren't diluted
the muscle i hustle is real for my friends
but the muscle i keep for myself is pretend
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
travel the land and i live like a martyr
the things that i do aren't the things that i teach
if i spend my time practicing when will i preach?
i do what i must as you do what you oughta
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
take all my pain and mix it with water
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
i'm lost and alone and i'm fair and i'm free
you am what you is and i are who i be
what i'm lacking in strength i make up for in smarts
you keep your stability i'll keep my heart
fear finds october emotions are juices
beat around bushes and make up excuses
go out for ceruleans come home with chartreuses
snip and cut bonsais and turn them to spruces
miss muffet called me and she said don't cry
real friends are friends until after they die
still i romanticize all this disorder
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
hop the next bus and run for the border
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
give you my life if you give me a quarter
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
so long it's been good to know ya
so long it's been good to know ya
so long it's been good to know ya
i've got to be moving along
///this song reminds me of when i dated mike.
-the beer by kimya dawson-
The beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog
and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye
i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire
he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome
he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend
i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head
then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull
i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall
i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits
when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit
and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
i ate every single one without noticing the mold
you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll
even though i'd never ever been in a band
i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain
and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills
we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill
then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64
and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam
and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d
and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
evan dando never planned on telling you the truth
and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth
you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife
i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck
he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
first i cried for him and then i cried for me
haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be
but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy
I'm becoming a bit of an introvert. i mean, i'm not particularly shy or anything. i'm not hating people or anything. i don't know. i'm just... deep in thought lately. and my thoughts have never been the type that you can healthily be deep in. i wish something could bring me out of my head, or at least make my head hospitable.
///ive never felt so connected to one song.
-lines by quarters-
If I get one life to live
I'm'a give it all I got
If I get the chance
I'm'a be who I am instead of who I'm not
When I die I want to be able to look up and smile
--think back on things I did instead of all the things I thought
x2
verse
I'm coming up a high school drop out
Always in the back of my mind trying to prove I wasn't just some cop out
One of those dudes that the girls are always trying to save
Whisper to you with tears in their eyes--while you're sleeping they pray
A new day, a new way of life led me to this place of mind
Peace of mind--no not yet but that comes with time
I'm turning around this crazy juggernaut I built
Swallow my pride, inside it slides down--this bitter pill
Window sill dreaming led me to believing
I had something beautiful inside
Something that I couldn't hide under covers at noon and ugly gray skies
Disguised my plans under shyness and waited
I am not empty I'm more like everything all at once
I am not crazy I'm more like burning through this life like the sun
These people are amazing and I'm gonna' keep learning my..
This place is everything and I'm'a keep learning my..
Lines (repeat)
So forget love; forget your money and drugs
I don't even sleep now because this shit isn't enough
So let's shine, let's live and die by these streets
Let's rhyme, you can sit back, puff lye to these beats
This is the heat; this is my intensity
My propensity for making the dollars and some sense of me
Theres something around the corner, got my head out of order
Got a mind full of lines and a pocket full of quarters
But I can't seem to rest, life is bringing up the stress
I test myself--endless--and catch as catch can
My nemesis emanates preeminently from my blood
I'm always changing trying to keep from forgetting who I was
And I forgot to love between indifference and hate;
Left who I used to be back in chaos and fate
I've been a lot of places, worn mad hats and faces
I'm young, twenty-one but I'm so close I can taste it
Lines (repeat)
I am a man and that means that I need a sense of purpose
Without that these words become worthless verses
Superfluous staple-spitting leads to nothing but more of the same
The game is about money and recognition of the big names
An ounce of pain goes into every line that I create
As I carefully extract the feelings from the lining of my brain
Cranium draining on to paper by way of pen's ink
I sink teeth into language with things I think
Time is slipping backwards like a reel of film
The images of days burned into the chemicals that spill
Frame by frame nameless faces stay the same
After years of restless changes and still they're staying.. still
Now I'm'a cut my ties and burn my bridges, ma
Never said I wasn't a little bit vicious, ma
Always found time to spit and write descriptive though
My hindsight is always dark and I'm'a keep spinning these..
////this song... yeah. kimya dawson is my conscience.
-wandering daughter by kimya dawson-
I am the wanderer's wandering daughter
wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar
i love as i breathe and leave as i live
my cast iron shield's a titanium sieve
and a castle that's built on confusion and doubt
is a nickel within and a dollar without
just when the shoes seem so big i can't win
i fill my own sneakers and take off again
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
take all my pain and i mix it with water
it's sunny it's sweet and i don't purple stuff it
one day by the way i met little miss muffet
i blew my mind with the stuff that i taught her
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
i said if a spider should sit down beside you
tell him your name and then tell him the truth
a great hairy spider appeared there and then
and the holes in my soul started letting in wind
i felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
she said i'm miss muffet i'm very afraid
but something inside me is making me stay
i know deep down that if i run away
i'll just meet more spiders and still feel the same
the spider he smiled and said how is this true
when i am so terribly smaller than you?
my web it just went in the way the wind blew
what i was in for i hadn't a clue
he touched her face gently with six of his legs
and licked from her chin a speck of curds and whey
when i was certain they'd both be okay
i tightened my laces and i walked away
as i walked away i was feeling excluded
wishing my impulses weren't diluted
the muscle i hustle is real for my friends
but the muscle i keep for myself is pretend
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
travel the land and i live like a martyr
the things that i do aren't the things that i teach
if i spend my time practicing when will i preach?
i do what i must as you do what you oughta
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
take all my pain and mix it with water
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
i'm lost and alone and i'm fair and i'm free
you am what you is and i are who i be
what i'm lacking in strength i make up for in smarts
you keep your stability i'll keep my heart
fear finds october emotions are juices
beat around bushes and make up excuses
go out for ceruleans come home with chartreuses
snip and cut bonsais and turn them to spruces
miss muffet called me and she said don't cry
real friends are friends until after they die
still i romanticize all this disorder
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
hop the next bus and run for the border
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
give you my life if you give me a quarter
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
so long it's been good to know ya
so long it's been good to know ya
so long it's been good to know ya
i've got to be moving along
///this song reminds me of when i dated mike.
-the beer by kimya dawson-
The beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog
and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye
i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire
he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome
he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend
i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head
then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull
i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall
i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits
when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit
and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
i ate every single one without noticing the mold
you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll
even though i'd never ever been in a band
i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain
and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills
we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill
then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64
and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam
and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d
and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
evan dando never planned on telling you the truth
and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth
you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife
i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck
he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
first i cried for him and then i cried for me
haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be
but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy
I'm becoming a bit of an introvert. i mean, i'm not particularly shy or anything. i'm not hating people or anything. i don't know. i'm just... deep in thought lately. and my thoughts have never been the type that you can healthily be deep in. i wish something could bring me out of my head, or at least make my head hospitable.