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...Snake handler, faith healer, lawyer, doctor, sword swallower, child psychologist, ameteur pornographer, sales associate, six percent commission, do you have a club membership? Can I tell you about the benefits? Odor developing, we see every picture and rob extras of those of the sexual nature...

...There's a shoebox at the back of the store in the duplications, right adjacent to a pile of blank applications, and if out patrons weren't so ordinary, I might take a blackmail, cease upon the evil if I though it'd be the key to feeling once again. What I can gather from these bends is that people's lives don't provide pictures worth stealing, besides mine...

...Althought plenty get abandonded, stop seeking sex to find some passion because sometimes amongst the thumbs, and out-of-focus baby shots, a candid picture of anger or happiness shows up... ...I know I can swallow it, I can feel the acid eating at my skin, I don't wanna live in the stomache but I don't wanna be shit...

...out into the streets, partially digested, left here in the beast. I know I can swallow it, I can feel the acid eating at my eyes, at my hands, and my friends, at my mind, and if I don't die, I'm developing quite an appetite, I guess I'll have to eat my way back outside...

...I've got it down to where it takes be about an hour, to bag the trash and get it out from underneath the counter, lug it up to the dumpster, back behind the shopping center. Lost in thought, gotta ... inside the register...

...because I'll be walking parking lots, waiting for my moms to pick me up. Holding down the vomit in my throat, I hope, noone ever sees me in this state, weeks deep in the belly of the beast named retail. I wanna yell "Help me". I scream that something's very wrong, but everyone will tell me that my battle cry is too long way dated. No I can't explain it. But I didn't say that they could take what they're exchanging from my paycheck...

I will not be addicted, to cigarrettes and scratch-off lotto tickets.

...I'm not satisfied to lie about my clock out times. When I close the store, I need something more from this life in the pictures I horde. I find one in every 500, that makes me feel a little less disgusting. The answer must be here, I just haven't found it yet, that's why I keep stealing, so I cannot forget, that I was once whole, that I was once real. It's just a job, so it's not a big deal, right?

...So why am I so accutely aware that I'm being digested? Why am I scared at night? That I might not survive this climate. My body's a box, and I'm sealed inside it. Why have we decided that we're stuck behind the stomache lining?

I'll find a way out or die trying.
Incubas- Drive 11-30-04 02:12
"Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes,
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.

So, if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when
I drive myself my light is found.

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes,
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there...I'll be there.

Would you choose water over wine....hold the wheel and drive?

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there."



Two headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are

Two headed boy
Put on sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine

Two headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor witha moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine

Two headed boy
There is no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go

The Friday sun bears down again
As we drive without friends
And on these longest days we spend
All the time trying to pretend
That our stories could be true
Our chance to be cool
The setting down says the day is through
If only we knew...
And we all sit around here in our home town
Listen to the waves as they all crash down
And watch the fire as it slowly burns away
Glowing embers lie across the sky

Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer
The view from our last summer...
We trace the sun across the sky

And we laugh till we cry
Always so hard to say goodbye (good bye)
And we all sit round here in our home town
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
The memories, I hope they'll never fade
Glowing embers lie across the sky

Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view through our last summer
The view from our last summer...

I would stop time to stay with you
I would stop time so we don't move
I would stop time
I would stop time
I would stop time to keep you

Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer


Past 4 days have reminded me of the good times senior year and summer, gets me kinda depressed. Only 2 more weeks, though, then the gang will be together for a longer period of time! :D
"Under the Bridge"

"Sometimes I feel
Like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel
Like my only friend
Is the city I live in
The city of angels
Lonely as I am
Together we cry

I drive on her streets
'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills
'Cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds
And she kisses me windy
I never worry
Now that is a lie

I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

It's hard to believe
That there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe
That I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry

Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away."
OMG A TEST by cody 11-27-04 23:56
AHAHAHHAHA

- Cody
Bill Whelan: 11-27-04 00:22
"From high in the sky
Through the clouds and rain
Every familiar field
Seems like an old friend
When every hand that you shake
Is like a warm embrace
Could only be one sweet place
Home and the Heartland

Sing out your songs and
Ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams those mystical
Dances that lead us to bind heart and mind

As we circle the world
With our wandering airs
Gathering here and there
Leaving behind our share
Like the leaves in the wind
They are blown along
Each melody rising from
Home and the Heartland

Sing out your songs and
Ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams those mystical
Dances that lead us to bind heart and mind."

"Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing
through the window
in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying
in a gutter in the lane,
If you're walking home alone.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around."
Ben Folds Five: Jane 11-22-04 20:36
"Jane be Jane
You're better that way
Not when your trying
Imitating something you think you saw

Jane be Jane
And if sometimes that might
Drive them away
Let them stay there
You don't need them anyway

You're worried there might not be
Anything at all inside
That you're worried
Should tell you that's not right
Don't try to see yourself
The way that others do
It's no use

You're worried there might not be
Anything at all inside
But that you're worried
Should tell you that's not right
You've had it harder than anyone could know
So hard to let it go

But its your life
You can decorate it
As you like
Beneath the pain and armour
In your eyes the truth still shines

Jane be Jane
Jane be Jane"

I dig my toes into the sand.
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket.
I lean against the wind, pretend that i am weightless and in this moment i am happy.

[Chorus:]
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here.

I lay my head onto the sand.
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it.
I'm counting ufo's.
I signal them with my lighter
and in this moment i am happy, happy.

[Chorus]

The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in.
Maybe I should hold with care,but my hands are busy in the air.

[Chorus]
I wish you were here."



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