sorry for the big-ness in your friends pages, but i wanted to be able to see it on my lj, and not just in a cut cause those are less stylin ya know? but anyway... random things around my house (all musical but the chair haha):
heres your happy poem, its about "throwing away your misery"
reconstruction site by the weakerthans (the song i said i was listening to twice now)
Well, I’m lost I’m afraid Rope tying down a leaky boat To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it’s snowing If I’m more then it means less Last call for happiness I’m your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing I’m a float in a summer parade Up the street in the town that you were born in With a girl at the top wearing tulle And a Miss Somewhere sash, waving like the queen Well beauty’s just another word I’m never certain how to spell Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on Throw away my misery It never meant that much to me It never sent a get-well card.
And I'm broke, like a bad joke Somebody’s uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972 Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home And he thought about how everyone dies someday And when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms And disassembles my despair It never took me anywhere It never once bought me a drink
reconstruction site by the weakerthans (the song i said i was listening to twice now)
Well, I’m lost
I’m afraid
Rope tying down a leaky boat
To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it’s snowing
If I’m more then it means less
Last call for happiness
I’m your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing
I’m a float in a summer parade
Up the street in the town that you were born in
With a girl at the top wearing tulle
And a Miss Somewhere sash, waving like the queen
Well beauty’s just another word
I’m never certain how to spell
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on
Throw away my misery
It never meant that much to me
It never sent a get-well card.
And I'm broke, like a bad joke
Somebody’s uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972
Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed
And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home
And he thought about how everyone dies someday
And when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be
And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline
And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms
And disassembles my despair
It never took me anywhere
It never once bought me a drink
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i kid, i kid
hope the play is going excellente
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