Spineless

I'm made of clay
Anything you say
Will determine the shape I take
And look my way
A vast delay
Between love and hate
And I'll sit on the fence 'til I sense
What's appropriate
Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this
I'll betray
My friends and mates
And I'll laugh at the jokes of folks
Prepared to pay
Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this
The crowd comes in
So full of sin
And I'm a hit
So full of shit
My bones go soft
My mouth goes off
My hand goes out
Just watch me mould (3x)
I'm behind
Your your party line
But I'll step on a dime anytime
Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this
Yes I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
Cuz I'm spineless
Completely spineless

Life, and The Rest

Well, who's the BAMF (bad ass mother fucker) that just fixed his computer? Oh yeah, me. Anyway, things have been different lately. I've been feeling pretty down,. but it's expected, being an adolescent at all. I guess you could say I'm in moratorium, trying to find my place in the world and where I fit in. I've been really lonely, just sitting alone in bed all day, for long periods of time. I've been single for over two years now, and haven't even kissed a girl since then. I don't even feel like doing homework, which is really my talent. I don't even listen to music as much as I used to. I'm hoping I'll get out of this, though. No one likes to be a downer. As they say, everything works out nice in the end.

Asshole

Say It Ain't So

Headlights Look Like Diamonds

This is pretty much my favorite song right now. I post the live version, because every Arcade Fire song live gives me the chills.

The Future

Time travel. I just went into the past an hour, and with that little control over time, you realize that you can't live forever. So, here it is. I need to get all this off my chest, and I might as well do it now.

Liz: I'm sorry I've been such a jackass lately. I guess I'm just jealous or something, but I just want to be friends, like we used to be. I shouldn't let my feelings get in the way of our friendship.

Tyler: Yeah, I guess I'm a jackass to you too. But I do it because you're cool, and I kind of look up to you, in a way. Just don't be a fag about it.

Bradley: I know I give you shit all the time, but you're a cool dude. Good luck with you know what.

Yeah, I'm gonna do something crazy in 1:00 part 2. Cya all later.

Motherfuck

Hey hey hey, I'm pissed off. I just want to move to like Vancouver or Seattle, somewhere cold and away from here. I just want something new.

I wanna rob
You of your game face
So I can cower beneath yours
Cause I'm a freak from the same place
Let suicide make a meal for birds
Into your heart
I've got the dagger
The metaphor will suffice for now
Get in my bed
I wanna kill you
Show you mine if you show me how

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

She slit
Her wrists
For attention
In 1996
She slit
Her wrists
Listening to live through this

So here I am
Will you deny me
Metal now
But I've always been

Let's make a toast
Let's do the oil spill
Let the seagulls pick out the sins

I want it now
I want the danger
Give me strength and I'll give you wings

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

Things Change

Well, the Red Sox kicked ass, I ate pizza, and I'm feeling pretty good. So, lyrics, millions of them.

Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang
could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse
My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master the trick just like Nixon
Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down
A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt
and you watch a corny nigga fold
Yeah, they fake and all that
Carryin gats but yo, my Clan
Rollin like forty Macs
Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent
I wait for one to act up
Now I got him backed up
Gun to his neck now, react what?
And that's one in the chamber
Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin
Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!
A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin through ya back *swish*
Givin bystanders heart-attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
I blow up his fuckin prism
Make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so fuck it
Come on and bring the ruckus
And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets
I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame
Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game
It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin
Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette
Bring da fuckin ruckus...
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
punk nigga!

Giant Swan, Take Me To The River

The giant swan's got ghosts in his wings.
His guts are stuffed with Polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
And when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,
And you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
He explodes like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke.
Sing, your voice just wont stop blooming.
He wrote a play and you're the protagonist.
All the girls you wish you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
Oh, and you just won't believe the ending.
Fly me home, giant swan!
The giant swan's got a pixelated beak.
His eyes are twin mushroom clouds,
His feathers are unsuspecting cities,
And his breasts are hollow apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
And you can watch TV until you die there, deflated skin draped over luxury chairs.
Sing, your voice just won't stop blooming.
If your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
If your heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?
Your skin is cheap and your hair is shoddy.
So sit and watch the ballerinas kick and spin.
Then strip down to your vulgar skeleton.
You'd better take one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
Oh, it's gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan's gone.
Back at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't left the room for two solid weeks.
With a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call girls perform their services.
And you have to leave CNN on so you don't think about her newborn son
Who came to this town from the crotch you're renting out.
"Who's at the door? what the fuck!
Who's at the door? what the fuck!
Who's at the door? what the fuck!"
Your heart is sweating; your hands are turning black.
Your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
Is that a machete at your throat?
"Give me all your money! give me all the dope!"
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life.
You scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life.
You scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
Your family is gurgling grief.
You think you're fast asleep.
Is that the curtain closing?
Giant swan, take me to the river.
Is that my flesh corroding?
Giant swan, take me to the river.
All the things you wish you said are buried with your X'd out head.
All your ulterior motives...
Giant swan, take me to the river.

I'm stuck between a bad place and a worse place right now. Things just aren't going well at all. It's getting colder, and just want everything to freeze over. No electricity, no water, nothing. I'm just not myself. I'm not doing any homework, and I'm like a month behind. I just want to fuck every girl I see, and I don't even care about relationships anymore. Like I said, not myself. Maybe with the winter things will get better, but I doubt it.

Christmas

The wind is getting cold
My breaths are getting old
Seasons change
But my feelings don't
I want to love
But I know you won't
The snow lays on the ground
Reflects like your eyes, without a sound
The cold is surrounding
And I need your warmth
But you aren't around
So ash lays in the hearth
The lights might be hung,
The tree dressed up
But without you there,
I'm all messed up
I don't need presents,
And with money, I'm through
All I want for Christmas
Is you

I Eat Rat Poison For Dinner

Shit!
Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me.
I am full of indifference.

What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die)
and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile)

Taste. I have no taste.
I don't like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound,
sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic.
So go choke on your irony.

What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) die
and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so

I'm eating rat poison for dinner.
Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone,
Tonight, rat poison for dinner.
Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone,
So goodnight.

Love! I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it.
I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool.
I'm leaking the blood of a fool. (I'm full of it, I'm full of it, I'm full.)
Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight. Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight.
Oh I am dining alone.
Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.

Even when they're up against the wall

Sometimes you just want more. More time, more money, just more. Is that bad? Sure, sometimes it is. But other times we really do need more. Just a little bit more time with the person we love, a little bit more money to get that flight home. Less isn't always more.

And wash away the rain

Paranoia and jealousy. Two feelings I'm very familiar with. They even go together sometimes. Why I feel them, I don't know, but I know I they come when I don't expect them. And when I do feel them, it's very strong. I'm a very jealous person, but when paranoia joins the party, then I just get really angry and usually do things I'll regret later. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid about it.

And you ran like a fool to my side

Everyone has bad days

One Milkshake, Two Straws

Sometimes you just really need to have fun. Sadly, I don't find many of those times. I'm usually worrying about one thing or another. I guess at times this can make more productive, but other times I am just way too stressed out to deal with things. An example. I think it was a week ago from Friday. I was at home, alone, and I had what I would say was a bad week. Normally, I would just push it off and go about my day. But it was just too much, and I ended up getting really mad and breaking stuff. It was ice, mind you, but still, I shouldn't have to resort to destruction to relieve all of my stress. I guess I just need to balance relaxing with working, something I've struggled with as far back as I can remember.

He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment

Honesty. A small word, and a seemingly simple concept. But sometimes it can mean everything. To be completely honest with someone, to let them into every aspect of your life and to have them know your every thought, it is truly a frightening thing. But at the same time, it is liberating, and helps you bond with someone. If someone knows your dreams, fears, beliefs, values, everything that makes you who you are, it can only help for them to know you better. In most situations, however, the person you want or need to be most honest with either doesn't care or isn't around when you can be honest. Honestly, honesty is a very important thing to me.

No Surprises, Please

Maybe I'm just posting to have a post every day, but I'm sure I can come up with something to talk about. I guess my biggest concern right now is loneliness. I know that three years from now, I'll be gone, away from friends and family, and that is scary to me. I'll be self-sustaining, independent, and very small in meaning to the world around me. It's very possible that I'll have a roommate or even a girlfriend to live with, and I hope very much so that that is the case, but the thought of being utterly alone is one that a deal with a lot. It would be best to use the time I have now with friends and family, as it will run short soon.

Every Time You Close Your Eyes

Look at me, posting again. I wanted to post this video, because it helps explain me a little bit. Whenever I hear this song, specifically this live performance. I get goosebumps and feel all emotional. I think, no matter how hard I try to deny it, I am a very emotional person. Everyone is, I just sometimes feel like I am to a further extent. Maybe I shouldn't take things so personally. Then again, maybe I should. If something isn't personal to me, I probably won't care about it. I guess I just need more control over my emotions, and try not to get so worked up over things I can't really control.

If I Woke Up Next To You

I've been thinking about the big thing a lot. You know, life. I've been really happy lately, so I decided that I should look at life from this perspective. And I found some things. One, life is full of opportunities. Sure, I'll say I can't from time to time, but really, I can. I can do anything I want, I just have to set my mind to it. Two, the greatest thing life has to offer is love. I mean, love is the greatest feeling in the world, hands down. No one can argue otherwise. To be in love is to have everything you could ever want or need. I mean, just thinking about the feeling of waking up and seeing the person you love next to you, holding them close as the sun rises, laying in the grass watching the clouds, dancing close under the stars, those are the reasons I wake up in the morning, the reasons I love life to the fullest. So, if anyone does read this, just remember you have a life, the ability to love, and endless possibilities.