a dream aborted
a moment of silence-streetlight manifesto
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party, but they're never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don't believe in nothing
I never met a loser that I didn't see eye-to-eye with, I declare
I stare into your eyes
But you look right past me into the air
What's it like to stand in your shoes?
To have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse?
I take the bottle and I tip it to all my heroes that have passed
Alas, you have left us, but your stories they will last
Uninspired by the recruiting call
Independent we stand
Independent we fall
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don't know, but I'd like to think I had control
At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight, but the revolution's years away
I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say
So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
And everybody's laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh...
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party, but they're never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don't believe in nothing
They said "a pox,
Upon your house,
Upon your family and everyone you knew
And everyone you'll ever meet"
I bet they think we wish we joined when we could
But we do what we want, we don't do what we should
Now, everybody's laughing, 'cause they're thinking they're in on something I don't get
Don't forget
I connect and I read every word you said
Like a child who believes he was wronged
If you hate me so much, then stop singing my songs
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don't know, but I'd like to think I had control
At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight, but the revolution's years away
I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say
So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
And everybody's laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh...
I'm so tired of tomorrow being another day. all these "other day"s keep adding up and are now going on 7 years and counting. I still have no idea how to look at it all. a waste of time. a void part of my life. an opportunity as my dad calls it. or just plain life. "everyone's an emo kid inside, sebastian" said justin nolan. I laughed because I hate emo kids which to some extent is everyone including me if justin is right. I dont have the money to go to colombia. I've been looking forward to the day I went back to colombia to be with my family and my friends in my home for far longer than necessary. but I can't go back. my parents can't help me out and colombia doesn't have the economy to simply give out loans to college students and expect them to pay back after they graduate. so I'm stuck here. being a whiny pussy. my life is not that bad. there's people out there starving to death or suffering from some incurable disease. but knowing it and feeling it are two different things. the dream of colombia got aborted completely. no matter what I do there is no real going back for me. no exchange programes, no jobs after college, no anything. "I guess there's just one thing a-left for me to do/So I pack my bags and move on my way." all I can do now is finish college and find my way to a different country in europe or asia where the exchange rate wont be too bad. I have great friends here and dont any of you ever forget that. if my everyday living included even just a few of you it probably wouldn't bother me nearly as much to give up on going back. as it is, however, I am always in an ambiguous position between moving on and growing up and telling the world to fuck itself and doing nothing. either way I'm going to lose something the only difference is if I lose a part of me now or if I lose some intangible something later on in life. it's not easy doing homework when you abhor the tought of another homework the next day and the next day with no real reason or goal for doing them. maybe culture shock doesn't translate. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party, but they're never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don't believe in nothing
I never met a loser that I didn't see eye-to-eye with, I declare
I stare into your eyes
But you look right past me into the air
What's it like to stand in your shoes?
To have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse?
I take the bottle and I tip it to all my heroes that have passed
Alas, you have left us, but your stories they will last
Uninspired by the recruiting call
Independent we stand
Independent we fall
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don't know, but I'd like to think I had control
At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight, but the revolution's years away
I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say
So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
And everybody's laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh...
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party, but they're never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don't believe in nothing
They said "a pox,
Upon your house,
Upon your family and everyone you knew
And everyone you'll ever meet"
I bet they think we wish we joined when we could
But we do what we want, we don't do what we should
Now, everybody's laughing, 'cause they're thinking they're in on something I don't get
Don't forget
I connect and I read every word you said
Like a child who believes he was wronged
If you hate me so much, then stop singing my songs
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don't know, but I'd like to think I had control
At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight, but the revolution's years away
I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say
So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
And everybody's laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh...
I'm so tired of tomorrow being another day. all these "other day"s keep adding up and are now going on 7 years and counting. I still have no idea how to look at it all. a waste of time. a void part of my life. an opportunity as my dad calls it. or just plain life. "everyone's an emo kid inside, sebastian" said justin nolan. I laughed because I hate emo kids which to some extent is everyone including me if justin is right. I dont have the money to go to colombia. I've been looking forward to the day I went back to colombia to be with my family and my friends in my home for far longer than necessary. but I can't go back. my parents can't help me out and colombia doesn't have the economy to simply give out loans to college students and expect them to pay back after they graduate. so I'm stuck here. being a whiny pussy. my life is not that bad. there's people out there starving to death or suffering from some incurable disease. but knowing it and feeling it are two different things. the dream of colombia got aborted completely. no matter what I do there is no real going back for me. no exchange programes, no jobs after college, no anything. "I guess there's just one thing a-left for me to do/So I pack my bags and move on my way." all I can do now is finish college and find my way to a different country in europe or asia where the exchange rate wont be too bad. I have great friends here and dont any of you ever forget that. if my everyday living included even just a few of you it probably wouldn't bother me nearly as much to give up on going back. as it is, however, I am always in an ambiguous position between moving on and growing up and telling the world to fuck itself and doing nothing. either way I'm going to lose something the only difference is if I lose a part of me now or if I lose some intangible something later on in life. it's not easy doing homework when you abhor the tought of another homework the next day and the next day with no real reason or goal for doing them. maybe culture shock doesn't translate. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA