The irony of the situation is that Pirates spend their whole lives searching for treasure, when in reality, the real treasure was the memories they were creating...
Your post reminds me of these pyrics99_regretsDecember 28 2005, 05:30:17 UTC
"It was the first snow of the season; I can almost see you breathin' in the middle of that empty street. Sometimes I still see myself in that lonesome bedroom playin' my guitar and singing songs of hope for a better future. Life is only as good as the memories we make; and I'm taking back what belongs to me: polaroids of classrooms unattended; these relics of remembrence are just like shipwrecks- only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains. Last night while everyone was sleepin' I tripped through my old neighborhood and resurrected memories from ashes. We said that we would never fit in; but we were really just like them- does rebellion ever make a difference?... So long Astoria; I found a map to buried treasure and even if we come home empty handed- we'll still have our stories of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts, broken bones, and all the best of friendships... And when this hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand; I raise my glass to the memories we had. This is my wish: and I'm takin' it back... I'm takin' them all back..."
Re: Your post reminds me of these pyricsrandomflagDecember 28 2005, 19:02:38 UTC
your lyrics remind me of this post
The irony of the situation is that Pirates spend their whole lives searching for treasure, when in reality, the real treasure was the memories they were creating...
I can almost see you breathin'
in the middle of that empty street.
Sometimes I still see myself
in that lonesome bedroom playin' my guitar
and singing songs of hope for a better future.
Life is only as good as the memories we make;
and I'm taking back what belongs to me:
polaroids of classrooms unattended;
these relics of remembrence are just like shipwrecks-
only they're gone faster
than the smell after it rains.
Last night while everyone was sleepin'
I tripped through my old neighborhood
and resurrected memories from ashes.
We said that we would never fit in;
but we were really just like them-
does rebellion ever make a difference?...
So long Astoria;
I found a map to buried treasure
and even if we come home empty handed-
we'll still have our stories
of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones, and all the best of friendships...
And when this hourglass has filtered out
its final grain of sand;
I raise my glass to the memories we had.
This is my wish:
and I'm takin' it back...
I'm takin' them all back..."
So Long Astoria, the Ataris
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((bows)) thank you. I'll be here all week.
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