some ppl really amaze me
read the title.. lol nah ill explain. i spose. i just got an email and it was one of the nicest things id ever recieved and i guess i didnt expect it. some ppl are so great and they never realise it which is sad but those ppl deserve so much and well i know all this sounds lame but its true. its great when someone is so down or has gone thru so much shit and is still able to show compassion to others, i dont know if u read this but thanks :) its strange now that tafes over. ill miss u guys. u brought out the boy in me. maybe one day ill master the handshake... maybe :/
my weekend was pretty fine and dandy, shame im home, stupid tafe. im heaps poor :( i have like 30 for the week. maybe less i dont know. and im nearly out of phone credit :o
i spose ur all finding this entry shit boring so ill shush now :) oh ill paste some lyrics to a sad song.. cos theyre sad.. but pretty i dunno i like em.
we sent out the SOS call.
it was a quarter past four
in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line.
four months at sea.
four months of calm seas
to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of montauk point.
they call them rogues.
they travel fast and alone.
one hundred foot faces of god's good ocean gone wrong.
what they call love is a risk,
cause you will always get hit
out of nowhere
by some wave and end up on your own.
the hole in the hull defied the crews attempts to bail us out.
and flooded the engines and radio
and half buried bow.
your tongue is a rudder.
it steers the whole ship.
sends your words past your lips
or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
but the wrong words will strand you.
come off course while you sleep.
sweep your boat out to see or dashed to bits on the reef.
the vessel groans. the ocean pressures its frame.
off the port i see the lighthouse
through the sleet and the rain.
and i wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts.
but the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.
they say the captain stays fast with the ship
through still and storm.
but this ain't the dakota, and the water is cold.
we wont have to fight for long.
this is the end.
this story's old but it goes on
and on until we disappear.
calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed
while you were underneath.
i am the one who haunts your dreams
of mountains sunk below the sea.
i spoke the words
but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
i know that this is what you want.
a funeral keeps both of us apart.
you know that you are not alone.
need you like water in my lungs.
this is the end.
my weekend was pretty fine and dandy, shame im home, stupid tafe. im heaps poor :( i have like 30 for the week. maybe less i dont know. and im nearly out of phone credit :o
i spose ur all finding this entry shit boring so ill shush now :) oh ill paste some lyrics to a sad song.. cos theyre sad.. but pretty i dunno i like em.
we sent out the SOS call.
it was a quarter past four
in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line.
four months at sea.
four months of calm seas
to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of montauk point.
they call them rogues.
they travel fast and alone.
one hundred foot faces of god's good ocean gone wrong.
what they call love is a risk,
cause you will always get hit
out of nowhere
by some wave and end up on your own.
the hole in the hull defied the crews attempts to bail us out.
and flooded the engines and radio
and half buried bow.
your tongue is a rudder.
it steers the whole ship.
sends your words past your lips
or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
but the wrong words will strand you.
come off course while you sleep.
sweep your boat out to see or dashed to bits on the reef.
the vessel groans. the ocean pressures its frame.
off the port i see the lighthouse
through the sleet and the rain.
and i wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts.
but the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.
they say the captain stays fast with the ship
through still and storm.
but this ain't the dakota, and the water is cold.
we wont have to fight for long.
this is the end.
this story's old but it goes on
and on until we disappear.
calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed
while you were underneath.
i am the one who haunts your dreams
of mountains sunk below the sea.
i spoke the words
but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
i know that this is what you want.
a funeral keeps both of us apart.
you know that you are not alone.
need you like water in my lungs.
this is the end.