For Months on End...
Have you ever listened to a song that totally captures your brain entirely? It's all you want to listen to, and when you walk down the street you hum the tune in your head. Also you have to look up the lyrics just to make sure they're all what you thought. Well his has happened to me recently. Listen to "In Love" by Fear of Pop. It's Ben Folds and William Shatner.
On another note, there is a sort of twisted relief and freedom to not doing your (mine)essay. Instead of doing it I sat up and downloaded rare Ben Folds and Majosha songs,watched the horrible tracking version of Entitled: Untitled, then went to bed, and skipped lecture. What an interesting Valentine's day.
Other Valentine's day activities shall include the acquisition of lobster-claw making materials, and the first meeting for the G.I. Joe performance troupe (as we shall now be called). Then maybe, possibly (and incredibly so), romancing.
I remember
the night we met
that night we sat
entwined
under summer skies
I looked into your eyes
and you looked into mine
you said, "you're not like the rest"
(Oleander holly)
and I nodded
(Crimson feet of Collie)
"no one understands me",
you said
and I nodded once again,
(Beautiful and lovely)
as if to agree that all men
are indeed the same
(my baby)
somehow, you said,
(the only one)
I was different
(who really understands me)
(Floating hand in hand we)
(whisper in the moonlight)
(and say that I'm)
(the things you want to see)
(Coda and her star child)
for months on end
I maintained
(Goddess of the moonlight)
a veneer of sincere interest
(hold me in the morning)
as if I were listening
as you relived every page
(and tell me I'm)
of self-help and new age
(the only one alive)
that you had read
and I went in for the kill
(who really understands you)
I'd read the same books
(tell me pretty stories)
I learned to ape the motions
of a "sensitive" human being
(say you understand me)
and we were "oh-so-happy",
(my baby)
but you found things too fixed
(the things you want to see)
and I knew it was time
to move on
(that I could never be)
(in love)
(in love)
so now you have me
completely figured out
you feel sorry for me
I can't express my feelings,
I can't tell the truth
we are all alike
at puberty I was sworn to secrecy
by the international brotherhood
of lying fickle males
I can't tell you anything
and I can't commit!
you're right!
I can't commit...
to you!
(hold me in the morning)
I will always treasure
our time together
(tell me pretty stories)
I don't feel enough of anything
to harbor the kind of disdain
(say that you're the only one)
that you'll maintain
you painted me into what you
(my baby)
wanted to see,
and that's fine,
(but I could never be)
but you will never know me
(in love)
(in love)
(Oleander holly)
(Crimson feet of Collie)
(beautiful to hold me)
(my baby)
(the only one)
(who really understands me)
wow my first non-Alan Jackson lyric post. I feel giddy inside. No, not giddy, hungry.
p.s. I hope you like your little pony.
On another note, there is a sort of twisted relief and freedom to not doing your (mine)essay. Instead of doing it I sat up and downloaded rare Ben Folds and Majosha songs,watched the horrible tracking version of Entitled: Untitled, then went to bed, and skipped lecture. What an interesting Valentine's day.
Other Valentine's day activities shall include the acquisition of lobster-claw making materials, and the first meeting for the G.I. Joe performance troupe (as we shall now be called). Then maybe, possibly (and incredibly so), romancing.
I remember
the night we met
that night we sat
entwined
under summer skies
I looked into your eyes
and you looked into mine
you said, "you're not like the rest"
(Oleander holly)
and I nodded
(Crimson feet of Collie)
"no one understands me",
you said
and I nodded once again,
(Beautiful and lovely)
as if to agree that all men
are indeed the same
(my baby)
somehow, you said,
(the only one)
I was different
(who really understands me)
(Floating hand in hand we)
(whisper in the moonlight)
(and say that I'm)
(the things you want to see)
(Coda and her star child)
for months on end
I maintained
(Goddess of the moonlight)
a veneer of sincere interest
(hold me in the morning)
as if I were listening
as you relived every page
(and tell me I'm)
of self-help and new age
(the only one alive)
that you had read
and I went in for the kill
(who really understands you)
I'd read the same books
(tell me pretty stories)
I learned to ape the motions
of a "sensitive" human being
(say you understand me)
and we were "oh-so-happy",
(my baby)
but you found things too fixed
(the things you want to see)
and I knew it was time
to move on
(that I could never be)
(in love)
(in love)
so now you have me
completely figured out
you feel sorry for me
I can't express my feelings,
I can't tell the truth
we are all alike
at puberty I was sworn to secrecy
by the international brotherhood
of lying fickle males
I can't tell you anything
and I can't commit!
you're right!
I can't commit...
to you!
(hold me in the morning)
I will always treasure
our time together
(tell me pretty stories)
I don't feel enough of anything
to harbor the kind of disdain
(say that you're the only one)
that you'll maintain
you painted me into what you
(my baby)
wanted to see,
and that's fine,
(but I could never be)
but you will never know me
(in love)
(in love)
(Oleander holly)
(Crimson feet of Collie)
(beautiful to hold me)
(my baby)
(the only one)
(who really understands me)
wow my first non-Alan Jackson lyric post. I feel giddy inside. No, not giddy, hungry.
p.s. I hope you like your little pony.