I knew I was never gonna talk to you tomorrow
And oh, the birds how they sing
If you were a bird could you sing me a song of sorrow
'Cause all I know from you is grief
But I never wanted to be your rolling train

I never wanted to be your dancin' shoes
I just wanted you to love me
I just wanted you to love me
Touch, feel & lose
And cry, cry, cry

I thought maybe I could be some kind of shelter
But oh, your storm how it raged
You know your kisses, they like lightnin' and thunder
And your smile is sweet and come down like rain

I never wanted to be your dancin' shoes
I just wanted you to love me
I just wanted you to love me
Touch, feel & lose
And cry, cry, cry
I just wanted you to love me, honey ....

Children on the streets using guns and knives
Taking drugs and each other's lives
Killing each other using knives and forks
And calling each other names like dork

There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys
Yeah that's what I said, their getting diseases from monkeys
Now's there's junkies with monkey diseases, please, whose been touching these monkeys
Leave these poor sick monkeys alone
There sick, they've got problems enough as it is

A man is lying on the street, some punk has chopped off his head
And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead, aaoohhh
Turns out he's dead

That's why I'm singing, Aaaaoooh what is wrong with the world today?
What's wrong with the world today, *mumbles* never said nothings wrong with it
Uooo, what is wrong with the world today?
Think about it, think about it, think, think about it

Good cops get framed and put into a can
And all the money that we're making is going to the maaan

What man, whose the man, when's a man a man, why's it so hard to be a man
Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes...

Oohh, come on, sont zootka they're turning kids into slaves
They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers
But what's the real cost, ‘cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper
Why are we still paying so much for sneakers when you got little kid slaves making them
What are your overheads?

Well, at the end of your life, you are lucky if you die
Sometimes I wonder why I would even try
Why try
I saw a man lying on the street half dead
He had knives and forks sticking out of his leg
He said, Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhwww
Can somebody get the knife and fork out of my leg, please
Ooh, could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees
Yeah yeeeahhh
This is where we break it down
This is where we break it down
We'll break it down
What are they doing, their breaking it down
What do they do, and now their keeping it funky
Just having a funky jam and then we're going to drop the beat
And then we'll bring it back *wails* Up
Wah wah wah waaah!

*Both go to town with the wailing*

Then we'll take it low
Fading out, fading out
We're talking about the issues, but we're keeping it funky
We're fading out, we're just fading out
Why they getting quiet, they're just fading out
*monkey noises*
Stop touching that monkey



[Edited 7/31/08 21:43pm]

I want to live all alone in the desert
I wanna be like Georgia O'Keefe
I wanna live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street

Splendid isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid isolation

Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates, Goofy; take my hand
And lead me through The World of Self

Splendid isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid isolation

Don't wanna wake up with no one beside me
Don't wanna take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody comin' by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you

I'm putting tin foil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream

Splendid isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid isolation

Splendid isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid isolation...

The Pipettes - Sex

He said we could talk about gossip
We could talk about lies
He said we could talk about rumours
We could do whatever i like
Then he said 'lets stop with all the talking, w
Hy not try something new? Because there's no need for any talking in what wer'e about to do'

Rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)
Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head

You know im all for conversation, im really quite romantic you know,
Why not get right to the point, its not that often we are left alone
No offence, when you get going you really can be quite a bore, now dont take this the wrong
Way, but my heels are gettting sore

Rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)
Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head
Oh rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)
Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head
Rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)
Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head

We spent a winter and a spring, just listening not talking, come weather, rain or shine,
No-one ever told you then, but conversations in my head helped me to pass the time

Oh rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)

Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head

Rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)

Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head
Oh rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)

Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head
Rest, your pretty head, you pretty head
(just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head)
Dont trouble your pretty head, your pretty head

I've got another confession to make!
I'm your fool...
Everyone's got their chains to break!
Holding you...

Were you born to resist, or be abused
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
Are you gone and on to someone new

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose..
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use...
I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
and I refuse.

Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.

Has someone taken your faith - it's real
The pain you feel
Your trust - you must confess
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
(Ahhhhh!!!)

(ohhhhh oh oh... Ohhhhh oh oh!
ohhhhh oh oh... OHHHHH!!!)

Has someone taken you faith - it's real!
The pain you feel!
The Life! The Love! You die to heal
The hope, that stops, the broken hearts!
Your trust, you must confess!

Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.

I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
Im getting tired of startin' again
somewhere new
Wouldn't wanna resist, or be abused...
I swear I'll never give in
and I refuse...

Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
Has someone taken you faith - it's real!
The pain you feel! Your trust, You must confess
Is someone getting
the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
(Ahhhhhohhhhh!)


Best of You - Foo Fighters

http://www.youtube.com/wa...DsxsCAIkuI

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
they're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Take a look you see I painted you a picture
It's black and white except the blood's a little richer
Down in the corner I gave it my signature
And then I titled it this one's for the winter
Check it out you see it's just a big disaster

I dedicate it to the fact that it's so hard for you to dream
A million heartbeats around you make it hard to sleep
Doesn't help you're freezing in your bed, your blankets aren't enough
All you want is someone there and all you'll say is "So what"

Love Love
Kiss Kiss
Blah blah blah
You're making me sick
I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love.
It's hard enough trying to drink another winter all alone
Love Love
Kiss Kiss
Blah blah blah

Well do you find you like to fall in love with people that you're never gonna meet?
It's easier then breaking up and crying in the street
Do you curse the happy couple?
Do you cringe at wedding bells?
Do you drink up all the punch while you wish 'em all to hell

Love Love
Kiss Kiss
Blah blah blah
You're making me sick
I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love.
It's hard enough trying to drink another winter all alone
Love Love
Kiss Kiss
Blah blah blah

You can't escape this fatal case of melanchollia
It's in your face, in every place you go it's stalking you
And there are days when we all say we feel we just can't go on
But you've felt this way all along

Love Love
Kiss Kiss
Blah blah blah
You're making me sick
I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love.
It's hard enough trying to drink another winter all alone
Love Love
Kiss Kiss
Blah blah blah

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear youre feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
Therell be no more --aaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
Thatll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

LEAD THE WAY
Who would've believed
That you and me would fall
And land together
And who could've foreseen
In you I'd find the place
I've belonged forever
And if I move closer
Then love will take over
And lead the way
I'd given up hope
Losing the faith that love
Could be mine to treasure
And now
Nothing's the same
I found myself reborn
On the day I met you
And if we move closer
Then love will take over
And lead the way
Suddenly you are lying
Here with me and the truths
I used to hold have changed
And if I move closer
And let it take over
Then love will lead the way
And let it take over
Then love will lead the way

I don't know why you're mean to me
When I call on the telephone
And I don't know what you mean to me
But I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out, I want to take you on

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time

The fool might be my middle name
But I'd be foolish not to say
I'm going to make whatever it takes,
Ring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love,
Make it rhyme, take you in, and make you mine

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time, oh
I tripped and fell. Did I fall?
What I want to feel, I want to feel it now

You know with love come strange currencies
And here is my appeal:

I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance,
A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
Just to fool myself, to catch myself, to make it real, real

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time, oh

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, they haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray,
Say, love's confined, oh

One more day that i've survived
Another night alone
Pay no mind I'm doing fine
I'm breathing on my own

I'm here
And I'm on the mend
I'm here
And I'm on the mend my friend

Wake me when the hour arrives
Wake me with my name
See you somewhere down the line
We're teathered once again

I'm here
And I'm on the mend
I'm here
And I'm on the mend my friend

I'm here
And I'm on the mend
I'm here
And I'm on the mend my friend

Was it you?
Sat alone
Here we go

Close your eyes and stay a while
To take me where you go
Single file we walk the mile
Who's wandering back home

I'm here
And I'm on the mend
I'm here
And I'm on the mend my friend

I'm here
And I'm on the mend
I'm here
And I'm on the mend my friend

Was it you?
Sat alone
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go

"On the mend" - Foo Fighters

I was a good kid
I wouldn't do you no harm
I was a nice kid
With a nice paper-round
Forgive me any pain
I may have brung to you
With God's help I know
I'll always be near to you
But Jesus hurt me
When he deserted me, but

I have forgiven Jesus
For all the desire
He placed in me when there's nothing I can do
With this desire

I was a good kid
Through hail and snow I'd go
Just to moon you
I carried my heart in my hand
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
But Jesus hurt me
When he deserted me, but

I have forgiven Jesus
For all of the love
He placed in me
When there's no-one I can turn to with this love

Monday - humiliation
Tuesday - suffocation
Wednesday - condescension
Thursday - is pathetic
By Friday life has killed me
By Friday life has killed me

(Oh pretty one, Oh pretty one)

Why did you give me
So much desire?
When there is nowhere I can go
To offload this desire
And why did you give me
So much love
In a loveless world
When there's no one I can turn to
To unlock all this love
And why did you stick me in
Self-deprecating bones and skin
Jesus - do you hate me?
Why did you stick me in
Self-deprecating bones and skin
Do you hate me? do you hate me?
Do you hate me? do you hate me?
Do you hate me?

I Have Forgiven Jesus - Morrissey

At first we started out real cool
Taking me places I ain't never been
But now, you're getting comfortable
Ain't doing those things you did no more
You're slowly making me pay for things
Your money should be handling
And now you ask to use my car (car)
Drive it all day and don't fill up the tank
And you have the audacity
To even come and step to me
Ask to hold some money from me
Until you get your check next week

You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Silly me, why haven't I found another?
A baller, when times get hard
I need someone to help me out
Instead of a scrub like you
Who don't know what a man's about

Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Do you pay my automo' bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through

Now you've been maxing out my card (card)
Gave me bad credit, buyin' me gifts with my own ends
Haven't paid the first bill
But instead you're headin' to the mall
Goin' on shopping sprees perpetrating
Telling your friends that you be ballin'
And then you use my cell phone (phone)
Callin' whoever that you think's at home
And then when the bill comes
All of a sudden you be acting dumb
Don't know where none of these calls come from
When your Momma's number's here more than once

You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Silly me, why haven't I found another?
A baller, when times get hard
I need someone to help me out
Instead of a scrub like you
Who don't know what a man's about

Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Do you pay my automo' bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through
Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Do you pay my automo' bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through

You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another

Can you pay the bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Can you pay my automo' bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through
Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Do you pay my automo' bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through

Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Do you pay my automo' bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through

http://www.youtube.com/wa...giiRuEWoYY

With vice i hold the mike device
With force i keep it away of course
And i'm keepin' you from sleepin'
And on the stage i rage
And i'm rollin'
To the poor i pour in on metaphors
Not bluffin', It's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By the prophets of rage

(Power To The People Say)

I roll with the punches so i survive
Try to rock 'cause it keeps the crowd alive
I'm not ballin', I'm just callin'
But i'm past the days of yes y'allin
Wa wiggle round and round
I pump,you jump up
Hear my words and verbs
And get juiced up
I been around awhile
You can describe my sound
Clear the way
For the prophets of rage

(Power To The People Say)

I rang ya bell
Can you tell i got feelin'
Just peace at least
Cause i want it
I want it so bad
That i'm starvin'
I'm like Garvey
So can you see B
It's like that,I'm like Nat
Leave me the hell alone
If you don't think I'm a brother
Then check my chromosome
Then check the stage
I declare it a new age
Get down for the prophets of rage

(Keep you from gettin' like this)

You back the track
You find we're the quotable
You emulate
Brothers and Sisters that's beautiful
Follow a path
Of Positivity you go
Some sing it or rap it
Or harmonize it through Go-Go
Little you know but very
Seldom i do party jams
About a plan
I'm considered the man
I'm the recordable
But god made it affordable
I say it,you play it
Back in your car or even portable
Stereo
Describes my scenraio
Left or Right,Black or White
They tell lies in the books
That you're readin'
It's knowledge of yourself
That You're needin'
Like Vessey or Prosser
We have a reason why
To debate the hate
That's why we're born to die
Mandela,cell dweller,Thatcher
You can tell her to clear the way for the prophets of rage

(Power To The People Say)

It's raw and keepin' you on the floor
It's soul and keepin' you in control
It's pt.2 cause i'm
Pumpin' what you're used to
Until the whole juice crew
Gets me in my goose down
I do the rebel yell
And i'm the duracell
Call it plain insane
Brothers causin' me pain
When a brother's a victim
And the seller's a dweller in a cage
Yo, run the acapella

(Power To The People Say)

Honey said:

that song

I’m better off on my own now!
Love’s no guarantee!
You had me all tied up and craving more somehow!
And now I’m back in quarantine!

And see where it got me this time!
Kicked back in a ditch!
Who The Fuck said all in love is fair?!
Cuz love is just a bitch!

Eternal love; WTF!
Better half; WTF!
Ever after; I don’t give a fuck!
I want better stuff!

Betcha I’m gonna detour!
All I need is sex!
Tie me up again and I’l be your whore!
But forget about the rest!

Call me Mr Mischief!
No one’s safe for me!
I’l do yo momma and your poppa too!
And that’s a guarantee!

Eternal love; WTF!
Better half; WTF!
Ever after; I don’t give a fuck!
I want better stuff!

[shouted]
Give it to me!
You better give it to me!
Common give it to me!
Aaaaaah! [guitar solo]

Look how my fingers bleed…

All your traps are no good for me
Cuz love it ain’t good to me
Butterflies are no good for me
Cuz love it ain’t good to me

Give it to me!
I said give it to me!
Yeah, give it to me!
Ow fuck!

TEST YOUR REFLEX - "Thinking Of You"

I'd like to be, in a room just you and me
We'll talk our eyes to sleep
And when it's over and we part, you'll remain inside my heart
You see I can't forget your face, your face, your face

No.. No, oh, oh

C'mon, my love, it's you I'm thinking of
Each time, we kiss, your hand upon my fingertips and
It's not, that bad, just don't forget what we have
And time, won't mean a thing, cause I'll be thinking of you love

It's been three months and now you're running circles,
Deep inside my head
When I thought all the love inside of me was dead
So don't think twice my love, oh no, about how much you mean to me
I'll say it one more time, so loud, so clear
You are the only one, the only one that's ever really listened to me
You are the only one, the only one that's ever really mattered to me
So don't you go (Don't you go)

C'mon, my love, it's you I'm thinking of
Each time, we kiss, your hand upon my fingertips and
It's not, that bad, just don't forget what we have
And time, won't mean a thing, cause I'll be thinking of you

Come now don't worry about the things you'll do next week
For just this once we can pretend, it's you and me
And everything the falls between the lines won't mean a thing
So take my hand, we'll run away
From everything, from everything, from everything from everything

C'mon, my love, it's you I'm thinking of
Each time, we kiss, your hand upon my fingertips and
It's not, that bad, just don't forget what we have
And time, won't mean a thing, cause I'll be thinking of you love

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because baby
You're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead you there winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how

I said maybe, your the one
that saves me?
And after all-you,re my Wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after an
You're my wonderwall

Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
Because you,re my wonderwall

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he to
Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain faithful.

But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and
he wasn't there (Awww...).

The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled
to appear. He'd just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company
of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write.

It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails. Then it struck
him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple. He would ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.

By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and
happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne
up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough
weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about
it though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what
Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago.

Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen on television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to
touch her knees. "I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."

She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. "After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know
what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here
she bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to!" Now she was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "I dunno."

Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down
the center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the return address and see who
it's from?" Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the
vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "Ah, god,
it's from Waldo!" "That schmuck!" said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation.
"Well, you might as well open it," said Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the
staple flap. "Ah sst," said Marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."
They tugged on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
breathing heavily.

"Why don't you get a scissor," said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.
"Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die." She sank into a large fluffy couch and
exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
room. "God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,
"I got an idea." "What?" said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her
finger to her head.

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of
Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.


The Velvet Underground - The Gift

Lying beside you
This joy is so deep
I reach out and touch you
Tenderly
Looking inside you
My world is complete
I struggled to find you
Now I'm free

Precious love
Burning so deeply
Shining completely
For you

So blessed
Amazingly
Touching you now
Awakens me
You are my heart
My everything
Feeling you now
Is all I need

Adrift in a moment
So sacred and pure
Alive for you only
I am yours
As you touch me so sweetly
And you whisper my name
I feel how you love me
We are the same

Precious one
Don't ever leave me
Forever need me
This way

Stay with me
Beyond the end
I treasure you
You made me whole again

Beautiful ladies in danger
Danger all round the world
I will protect them
Because I am Chris de Burgh
Beautiful ladies in emergency situations

Beautiful ladies are lovely
But sometimes they don't take care
They're too busy with their make-up
Or combing their lovely hair
To take basic safety precautions

But I will protect them
I will save the pretty ones, with their smiles and their sparkling eyes
But let the ugly ones die
I have no place for them
In my new world order
I won't waste my seed on hideous trolls

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the trolls!
Hunt them down, there shall be no clemency!
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the trolls!
Look under the bridges, that's where they hide!
That's where they hide
And beauty shall be my bride






I was alone
My heart was cold
It was a stone
My soul was lonely
Like a stone
There was no moss

And when I danced
I danced alone
But then I did not dance
Because I was alone
So I did not dance

I shuffled through life invisible
To all happy couples
Who would mock me
With their merry laughter
Ha ha ha

The only sound I heard
In my lonely silent world
Was the rusty hammer of my heart
Nailing at the hatred in my soul

But then you came...

And my life was turned upside down
You showed me the beauty
Of the things that I had never seen
Like the snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer

Or the painting of a dog
That wears a deerstalker and smokes a pipe
That made you laugh so heartily
That I previously thought was rubbish

Or the duck that lands so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter
But the intoxicating power of our love
Transforms this simple act into an anthropomorphic drama
Where Mr Duck’s embarrassed and the other ducks are laughing
“Quack quack quack quack quack”

And then you left

And I have died a thousand deaths
And I will die a thousand more
I thought you were an angel
You turned out to be a whore

And everything is turned to dust
And everything is infected with a plague
When you had to sleep with Craig

'Oh, he's so sensitive'
'He’s got a tattoo'
Yeah, carving your name with a compass in my forehead
Was not enough for you?

The snowflake on the eye of the dear
Has turned to pus
That oozes from an open wound
The deer, now blinded, stumbles into a ravine

The duck lies shredded in a pancake
Soaking in the hoi sin of your lies

The dog has moved from the pipe
To 60 cigarettes a day
And coughs away his life
In the cold neon research lab

Of your betrayal
Of your betrayal



[Edited 8/3/08 9:56am]

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

[Chorus]
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

[Chorus]

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah

[Chorus]

horatio said:

That's not a lyric, that is an emoticon.

Close the door and take the stairs.
Up or down? Ups and downs.
Don't pretend you've never been there.
You kiss me like an overdramatic actor who's starving for work,
with one last shot to make it happen.
You've won the role, you've played your part, you've been cordially invited.
But I'm not impressed, and I'm definitely not excited.
'Cause the film runs a shallow budget, and the writer's subject script isn't any deeper.
So dive right in...

Hollywood hills and suburban thrills,
hey you, who are you kidding?
I'm not like them. I won't buy in.
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills,
hey you, who are you kidding?
Don't quit 'til 47.
Then we'll turn it up and we'll play a little faster.

Take back everything you ever said.
You never meant a word of it. You never did.
Take back everything you said.
You never meant a word of it. You never did.

She said 'Alright, Alright, slow down!"
Oh no, oh no, we won't.
'Cause I regret every thing that I said
To ever make her feel like she was something special,
Or that she ever really mattered.
Or did she ever really matter?

Hollywood hills and suburban thrills,
hey you, who are you kidding?
I'm not like them. I won't buy in.
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills,
just don't count on this summer.
Don't quit 'til 47.
Then we'll turn it up and we'll play a little faster.

I'm not saying that I'm not breaking some hearts tonight, girl.
Oh...
I'm not saying that I'm not breaking some hearts tonight, girl.

Alright, alright, slow down...

Put me in
A special school
'Cos I am such a fool
And I don't need
A single book
To teach me how to read
Who needs stupid books?
They are for petty crooks
And I will learn
By studying
The lesson in my dreams
Turn off the TV
'Cos that's what others see
And movies are as bad as
Eating chocolate ice cream
They only sicken me
Don't let me play football
I'll sack the quarterback
and jack da brother of the ball

I'm a troublemaker
Never been a faker
Doing things my own way
And never giving up
I'm a troublemaker
Not a double taker
I don't have
The patience
To keep it on the up

I picked up a guitar
What does that signify?
I'm gonna play
Some heavy metal riffs
And you will die
You wanted arts
And crafts
How's this for arts
And crafts
Wananana
That's right
I'm growing out my hair
I'm movin' out
To Cherokee
I'm gonna be
A rock star
And you will go
To bed with me
'Cos I can't work a job
Like any other slob
Punch it in
And punch it out
And suckin' up to Bob
Marrying a bitch
Having 7 kids
Giving up
And growing old
And hoping
There's a God

I'm a troublemaker
Never been a faker
Doing things
My own way
And never giving up
I'm a troublemaker
Not a double taker
I don't have
The patience
To keep it
On the up

I'm gonna be a star
And people
Will crane necks
To get a glimpse of me
And see
If I am having a sex
In studying
And my moves
They try
To understand
Why I am so unlike
The singers
In the other bands

I'm such a mystery
As anyone can see
There isn't
Anybody else
Exactly quite
Like me'

And when
It's party time
Like 1999
I party by myself
Because I'm such
A special guy

I'm a troublemaker
Never been a faker
Doing things
My own way
And never giving up
I'm a troublemaker
Not a double taker
I don't have
The patience
To keep it
On the up
(Keep it on the up)
I'm a troublemaker
(Keep it on the up)
I'm a troublemaker
(Keep it on the up)
I'm a troublemaker
Never giving up

You got a lot to learn before I let you go
There's things you need to see and things you need to know

They say we won't make it
What do they know?
They say we can't do it
But I got to know

Is it getting better?
Is it getting worse?
Was it ever worth it?
was it just a curse?

Is it getting better now?

You've got a lot to do before I let you stay
There's things you need to see and things you need to say

They say we won't make it
What do they know?
They say we can't do it
But I got to know

you always talk too much, too little, too late,
too much, too little, too late
for me to figure out

I still can't figure out