| For Josh. |
[28 Aug 2005|06:36pm] |
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Here is Gone - Goo Goo Dolls |
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| When the Curious Girl Realizes She is Under Glass. |
[25 Aug 2005|09:27pm] |
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Time take us forward,
Relief from this longing,
They can land that plane on my heart,
I don't care.
Just give me November,
The warmth of a whisper
In the freezing darkness of my room.
- Conor Oberst.
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| *sigh* |
[18 Aug 2005|06:39pm] |
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Our Lady Peace |
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So when time comes to claim me
My friends and my family will gather around my grave
And they'll believe that they knew me and loved me and missed me
And all call me by my name
So imagine what you want
And then hold on to that thought
Cause that's as close as it will ever come
--The Trees all get Wheeled Away, Conor Oberst.
Would you all miss me if I were no longer here?
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[21 Jul 2005|12:15am] |
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An Attempt to Tip the Scales - Bright Eyes, duh. |
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Ariana.
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| Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh. |
[05 May 2005|11:39pm] |
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Haligh Haligh A Lie Haligh - Bright Eyes |
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"Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh"
The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed then, some apology
I didn’t want to tell you this
No, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with
I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess
Well, thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start
Hear the casket close
Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like a T.V. set
Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight it must be satisfied
You offer only one reply
You know not what you do
But you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you have twice removed now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
Well ha ha ha
I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you
You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you’d take care of me
You'd always be there
Well where are you now?
Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
The plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine
Dangling before my eyes
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you have twice removed now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am
But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided
Nothing is clear
Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now you must live them
Or just not live
But do you want that?
I heart Conor Oberst. <3
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