I'm sinking slowly so hurry, hold me...
Bright Eyes - February 15th
All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here the days pile up with decisions to be made
I'm sure all of them were wrong
Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse and forget
This wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear and
I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things that you can't fake
I guess that it is typical to cling to memories
That you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
And there, below his frozen face
You wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date
And you can't believe he is really gone
When all that's left is a fucking song
I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you
I know that it's late
But thank you for talking because I needed to
Some things just can't wait
***
Taking Back Sunday - I Am Fred Astaire
I'm under the assumption that I'm gonna be the one that's leaving you
Tonight, tonight
Well, I flipped every switch that I could find on my way out
Just to upset you more (just to keep you busy)
Just to make you angry (just because you were right, just because you were)
All tired scream safe haven,
Let's get this out and on the table
Fast forward to say four o'clock
I'm keeping time, I'm holdin', we're always holdin' (we're always holdin)
We're always holdin, holding out
And that's what got us here in the first place
You should have never come here alone (you should have never bothered at all) Bothered at all
Scream older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it, OH (I haven't been happier since)
Scream older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it, OH (I haven't been happier since, I haven't been happier, not since)
Well, five o'clock the floor caught fire with footsteps (my footsteps)
And spread like a disease to the door
I'm stuttering through it but I hear it
I-I-I hear its good t-t-to stick to what you know
And you know a whole lot of this, it all could have been avoided when
You were courtside for this nightmare
Well since then I got myself come and listen
Scream older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it, OH (I haven't been happier since)
Scream older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it, OH (I haven't been happier since, I haven't been happier, not since)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier, not since
Well, it used to take so much more (I used to, I used to too)
It used to take so much more (I used to, I used to too)
I used to, I used to too
***
Bright Eyes - You Will. You? Will.
You say that I treat you like a book on a shelf
I don't take you out that often cause I now that I completed you
And that's why you are here
That is the reason why you stay here
How awful that must feel
You said you'd be my dream, I could have you every night
If, by morning, I had forgotten you, well, no big deal, it would be all right
Cause you are the reoccurring kind
You are the reoccurring kind
You never really leave my mind
Are you the love of my lifetime?
Because there have been times I've had my doubts
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents' house
And I wish we were there now
It took so long to figure out what this book has been about
Now I write when I'm away letters that you never read
You said go to explore those other women, the geography of their bodies
but there is just one map you'll need
You are a boomerang, you see
You will return to me
You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
Because if you don't, then this book is all lies
If you don't, then my plans would be all ruined
If you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank before
And I just wont have a future anymore
***
Dashboard Confessional - Anyone Anyone
I'm not sure of anyone anyone, but I've got plans
I'm not asking for everything, but sure I could use a hand
Get a little anxious sometimes
You'll be gone and I'll be left behind
Get a little nervous sometimes
It'll be my queue and I'll forget my lines
Get a little lost look
As I'm staring from the corner of my eye
Never really mastered disinterest
I can't see how the way that you leave me
Only makes us close
I must be out of touch
I won't ask you to give up on the things
That seem to keep you gone
But I could be gone too
Feel a little sorry sometimes
You're not here when I am writing
Feels a little awkward sometimes
You won't talk but we're not fighting
You hold on to your secrets
And I'm not privy to what is on your mind
But I cannot help but feel tired, so tired, so tired
***
Modest Mouse - SHIT LUCK
This plane is definately crashing
This boat is obviously sinking
This building's totally burning down
And my, and my, and my, and my, and my, and my, and my, and my
And my, and my, and my, and my, and my, and my, and my, and my
And my heart has slowly dried up
***
Bright Eyes - Perfect Sonnet
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear then
But I guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments
And watch it all dissolve into a single second
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
Or one foolish line
Cause that's all that you'll get
So you'll have to accept
You are here and then you're gone
But I believe that lovers should be tied together
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
Left there to drown
Left there to drown in their innocence
But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there's still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after
That's the only way it can be
So I stand in the sun
And I breathe with my lungs
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth
Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
You've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
And laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
Wishing you were a ghost
But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover
Danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
But autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember
Where she said she was going to
But you know that she's gone
Cause she left you a song
That you don't want to sing
Singing, I believe that lovers should be chained together
Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
Left there to burn
Left there to burn in their arrogance
But as for me I'm coming to my final failure
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
And ended up becoming something other
Than what I had planned to be
All right
I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
And laid entwined together on a bed of clovers
Left there to sleep
Left there to dream of their happiness
***
Fiona Apple - Sleep to Dream
I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there
For all I care
I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around
I got my own hell to raise
I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool
But you just run to hide and I can't abide
I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around
I got my own hell to raise
Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, 'cuz it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim
And don't forget the blame
I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around
I got my own hell to raise
***
Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges
The rain it started tappin'
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreamin'
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new to me
The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet
And I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said there's nothing that I can do for you you can't do for yourself
He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help
So I sat with him awhile
Then I asked him how he felt
He said I think I'm cured
No, in fact, I'm sure of it
Thank you, stranger
For your therapeutic smile
So that's how I learned the lesson
That everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you're ever gonna grow
And when crying don't help
You can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singing baby don't worry
'Cause now I got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company for those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
We'd stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault-lines and the soil
Aye, I saw Euro Trip, which was stereotypical & immature, but nevertheless oh SO funny! ♥ Or maybe I was just desperate, heh.