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okay, so I was really bored this evening. (as I still am)
due to lack of fun,
I was looking up lyrics and came across some lyrics from a song of the new fall out boy album.
yeah i know.
but I thought I'd share with you the amazing lyrics that these boys are spitting out these days....
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
are you kidding me? "ice cream headaches and sweet avavlanche"?
"tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns"
are you that desperate for words fall out boy?
seriously.
and this new shit sounds EXACTLY like the old shit.
believe me I should know.
and at the least the old shit was original and catchy, with decent lyrics.
this is ridiculous.
Other than my ragging on FOB,
today has sucked.
well this evening anyway.
for the fact that it's been sooooooo extremely boring.
this morning I did the big event and raked leavevs and whatnot of a one orville babcock's yard.
yes that was his name.
he was 91. although we all thought he looked younger.
he was pretty pimp,
he owned like two or three houses right next to each other,
and kept telling stories about WWII.
and this old lady from across the street came over to give us all cookies.
it was interesting to say the least.
I took the worlds most intense nap earlier.
not really.
it was just a plain ol' nap.
I just so happened to fall asleep while reading a book.
this weekend has sucked.
majorly.
due to lack of fun,
I was looking up lyrics and came across some lyrics from a song of the new fall out boy album.
yeah i know.
but I thought I'd share with you the amazing lyrics that these boys are spitting out these days....
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
are you kidding me? "ice cream headaches and sweet avavlanche"?
"tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns"
are you that desperate for words fall out boy?
seriously.
and this new shit sounds EXACTLY like the old shit.
believe me I should know.
and at the least the old shit was original and catchy, with decent lyrics.
this is ridiculous.
Other than my ragging on FOB,
today has sucked.
well this evening anyway.
for the fact that it's been sooooooo extremely boring.
this morning I did the big event and raked leavevs and whatnot of a one orville babcock's yard.
yes that was his name.
he was 91. although we all thought he looked younger.
he was pretty pimp,
he owned like two or three houses right next to each other,
and kept telling stories about WWII.
and this old lady from across the street came over to give us all cookies.
it was interesting to say the least.
I took the worlds most intense nap earlier.
not really.
it was just a plain ol' nap.
I just so happened to fall asleep while reading a book.
this weekend has sucked.
majorly.