'cause I'm on fire

I'm writing you a symphony of sound.

Where do you get
Those blue blue jeans? ( )

Every night I dream the same dream.

Mayday Mayday The captain lost control again The fucking ship is breaking up We're going down in flames

So many theories, so many prophecies,
What we do need is a change of ideas,
When we are scared we can hide in our reveries,
But what we need is a change of ideas.

Another restless daydream.
That you find easier than truth, and bigger than the days,
that you've been livin' through.

except you've got that look in your eyes
when i'm telling a story and you find it boring
you're thinking of something to say.

turn around, what's that sound? i'm in your head
i thought i heard him say he'd rather be dead
than live life apart
we're apart
we're apart

We're the angry mob

cause it could be the land that's over me

Well if I get to heaven before you do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
I'll be watching and waiting, Mother dear, for you
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along

Nothing he's got he really needs,
Twenty first century schizoid man.

let's play the game on the teddy picker
not quick enough can i have it quicker?
already thick and you're gettin thicker.

There she stood in the street,
Smiling from her head to her feet.

noone gives a fuck about the values i would die for

she's on the ocean
he's in the sand
she's stuck in motion
he's sliding gently off her hand

Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage

You're making me hungry,
But what's really funny is it's not sunny anymore.

who want's to live in a city that never wakes up?

Fermented salmonella, poison oak, no.

start wearing purple, wearing purple...start wearing purple for me noooow!

I had a brain that felt like pancake batter.

cause ill be you, and youll be me
theres lots and lots for us to see
lots and lots for us to do
if she is electric can i be electric too?!

i wanna be your summer Hilton time
with five diamond stars
like your dad's biggest car

Five ten, one thirty-five
Brown hair with blue eyes
Light skin, twenty-six
Status: negative

In search of conversation
Name withheld
Just drop me a line, I will get back to you all right in my sweet time
In a dry spell

Ideal: hot lips
Versatile, club kid
Eighteen to twenty-nine only need reply

time difference
you're waking
chase the sun into your eyes
sleeping cities
dust hotel rooms
passengers look to the skies

Brosandi
hendumst í hringi
höldumst í hendur
allur heimurinn óskýr
nema þú stendur

Rennblautur
Allur rennvotur
Engin gúmmistígvél
Hlaupandi í okkur
Vill springa út ur skel

why cant you be nicer to me?!

I sat on a rug,
Biding my time,
Drinking her wine.

Back here I am in search of answers
I won't accept what I was told
it's only fair to die from cancer
when you're old enough to say you're old
the reverb you left is never over
tolling for the only one who is not present -

still so gorgeous
so enchanted
so forever

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday,
The regular crowd shuffles in,
There's an old man sitting next to me,
Making love to his tonic and gin.

I've been chasing rainbows all my life

Red eye, code blue.

sometimes i can fake a smile
but still the world looks down on me

But all the way, on the way, I couldn’t contain my fear.
My lips only look rosy 'cause my skin looks so white in here.

I kissed your lips and I tasted bloody
I asked you what happened and you said there'd been a fight
You said i've been fighting for your honor but you wouldn't understand
I said hold on your honor i'll get ice for your hand

I asked you what happened and you said there'd been a fight
You said i've been fighting for your honor but you wouldn't understand
I said hold on your honor i'll get ice for your hand .

Once upon our time
in a land far gone
where hate crime’s enforced by state crime
even though they say the land of the free was made for both you and me

well, the girl next door might have cancer
and the hospital nearby’s got the answer, but
she’s never been there, can’t afford healthcare
in the arms of the home of the brave, she’s carried to her grave.

Marionettes for presidents, strung out on wars
and we’re not sure who’s American anymore
division of church and state is my kind of separatism
spreading God’s love through scare tactics is casual terrorism
and if abortion’s murder, let’s strip that right away, and
who gave women the right to vote anyway?

So many babies
brought into the world today
amongst so many maybes
like maybe they’ll feel loved, be provided for, and have a place to stay
but instead of placing them in loving stable homes
that might not fill the conservative bill
they’re tossed around the foster system like a hot potato
instead of making friends of Dorothy
they’re thrown to the tornado

Death warrants signed by murderers
who came to power through the back door
is this democracy or a monarchy
what do we hold elections for
you write your personal agenda on a post-it note
and leave the constitution lying on the bathroom floor

This is for the World Trade Center, for Columbine
for Oklahoma City and the lost and lonely friends of mine
for Ireland, Iran, Iraq
and the suffering caused by the Indian Ocean’s attack
for Falun Gong and the Berlin wall
the homeless, the hungry, and slaves to drugs and alcohol
Indian, Australian, African slaves
Native Americans whose amber waves of grain
were melted down into white men’s riches
victims of war and for salem’s witches
for boys who were told to act more like boys
and girls who were told to only play with girl toys
the voiceless, forgotten, plagued by disease
god help us please, please, please

Maybe one day I’ll stop alternating
between thirteen hours of eating and thirteen hours of sleeping
and do something about it with what I guess could have been a twenty-six hour day.

You can't fool me Dennis

And I still believe that I cannot be saved.

"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby,
What is your favorite song of all songs?
Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby,
Forever your rosy little lips won't turn blue.

I won't let nights hurt you,
I won't let them take you,
Take my hand and we'll run up that tree.

I won't let days hurt you,
I wont let them break you,
if so my little heart will die,
if so my tears will freeze and turn grey."

don't ask me to socialise
the world has blown the love outside
and I can't tell if you are wrong
the one who turns to me alone

I'm fed up of early mornings
Wake up calls are getting boring round here
Feet dragging on the pavement
The same people with the same arrangement
Irony can be quite funny
You making other people money
My working day has just begun
its not exactly what i would call fun

I'm breathless and speechless
But still, there is so much to say
In words with one syllable

I love you

^ Your avatar totally made my day!


All the time,
New Year's resolutions,
How soon that we forget,
Doing time and loving every minute,
Live it up but another let down.

^It's hilarious I know

Can you see me? I can't see myself
Can you hear me? I can hardly hear myself
And I don't want to be a faded memory
All I want is to be me

said I don't kiss losers and I don't kiss winners ! *smack* * smack*

I fake it so real I am beyond fake

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

I've got a knack for fucking everything up,
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up,
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high,
I lose control and I get myself all wound up,
Tension mounts and I fly off the wall,
I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up,
Petulance and irritation set in,
I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up.

I lose myself and I'm all wound up,
Petulance and I'm all wound up,
I lose control and I'm all wound up,
I lose myself and I'm all wound up.

Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back,
Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up,
Killed my composure and it will never come back,
Loss of control and I get myself all wound up,
Blown out of proportion again,
My temper snaps and I get myself all wound up,
Spontaneous combustion panic attack,
I slipped a gear and I get myself all wound up.