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Feb 07, 2006 22:42

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gidy_up_cowgirl February 8 2006, 17:38:22 UTC
The one song that would be entitled is Me and Mia- Ted Leo and the Pharmacists

As I was walking through a life one morning
the sun was out, the air was warm, but
Oh, I was cold
And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole

But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-contol
I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes.
But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
And oh, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Oh, we'd been unkind

But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
But call your friends,
'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.

And even the nights, they could get better
And even the days ain't all that bad
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing

But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
when you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.

And even the nights, they could get better.

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seashells343 February 9 2006, 16:07:43 UTC
thats about being anorexic/bulimic (ana/mia)

pahahaha

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sunkissedkay February 9 2006, 16:59:49 UTC
AHAHHAAHA thats funny chels..i dont get it then amanda why did you pick that song?

and i thought for about 2 minutes..and no one song is me right now...so here are some of them..

By a Thread by GoodBye Tomorrow
Japanese Gum By Her Space Holiday
Where is my mind by Pixies
andd thats good.
:]

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knee_brace_girl February 9 2006, 17:55:05 UTC
hahaha
i didn't look up the lyrics so i dont know what the song is about, but just the title (Japanese Gum) is a really funny way of thinking of yourself, if it ment just that, but i am sure it doesnt

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gidy_up_cowgirl February 9 2006, 21:20:18 UTC
ya wel you know me..OMG I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN ASS.

holy crap. your so right.

idk i like it because its catchy.
wow i feel like a d-bag.

sorry guys...

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gidy_up_cowgirl February 9 2006, 21:26:18 UTC
OK im back agian.

so i was going through it. i feel so stupid for not seeing that.
how creative are they? see- this is why its my song.
i guess i took it a different way..
but man his lyrics are soo inspiring.
me and mia ann and ana damn thats so intuitive.
"all the bourgeois social angels tellign you youve got to change..

this song is so upbeat for such a deep scar..
i see it in your spine.

OMG chels..how did you know that?

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seashells343 February 9 2006, 22:31:39 UTC
i know haha it is really upbeat!

" fighting food to find transcendence "

i still like the song even though it's about that. it's probably the most poetic pro-ana song i know lol. so yay!

mi song es....

breathe through- annie stela

can I pull this from the air
do I have the strength to fight
or will I hold my tongue til it passes
through the long and balmy night?

and her mother sets the table
cleans the dishes with her hands
passed down through the
poking and the prodding and the
“don’t let this get in the way of your plans”

oh, when it hits me all I can do
is just breathe again and breathe through

can I hope for something more
can I hope for something real
standing tall in the backyard
praying to my trees for something to feel
and I hear him pulling up

I hear the door slammed in
the slow whistle of his cigarette
and all I want is to peel
the paint, the paint from his skin

oh, when it hits me all I can do
is just breathe again and breathe through

can’t let it go, can’t let it go
this is the last time I’ll feel it there
can’t let it go because I know
even if I shut my blinds it’s still out there
still out there.

oh, when it hits me all I can do
is just breathe again and breathe through
and forget the me and the you

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