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Semantics Of Sermon [25 May 2005|07:48pm]

4_letter_w0rds
Since I wrote this am I the culprit;
These useless wisdoms I dispense
At your expense.
Picture postcards;
A three minute essay.
Some scribbled words to four line verse.

Meanwhile, we mean well;
We cannot escalate or escape this.
So let's pretend our little songs are more than songs,
More like sermons.

Attention, attention.
That's all we're asking for.
Our little songs are our little whores.
Jukebox cupids -- and the medium's a trend.
The music lends itself to it -- to itself.
The lyrics bend to make the song

Attention! attention!
Don't tell me that's all we're writing for!

Picture postcards;
Three minute essays.
We can never fit in what we want to say
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[04 May 2005|09:40pm]

shiningsugar14
[ mood | creative ]

The time for introductions now is!!!

I'm Shining... or Meg... whatever. I'm still in school. I play flute(School band), guitar tabs(Haven't touched it in a while), keyboard(just started), drums and my own voice(both are my current specialities and main foucuses). I like any kind of music, especially foreign music, rock 'n roll and happy upbeat stuff that I don't think has a title. I'm pretty sure it's not pop. I don't like rap, R&B and newer stuff. Guys like Eminem and 50 Cent can take their music and shove it back in the speakers. Give me Led Zeppelin and L7 any day!

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a lunatic rants. [21 Mar 2005|12:52pm]

4_letter_w0rds
I need the music so loud I can't hear my thoughts;
drugs so potent I can't recognize my own body;
a fuck so hard that it will never be forgotten.(x4)

the winter cold reminds me I'm alive,
the new season is a time to be hiding
for fear of dying;
for fear of forgetting;
without the constant physical reminder.
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Blue Period [16 Feb 2005|12:10pm]

alt0169
Overly enthused, easily confused. Do you really even have to ask, why you feel so, why you feel so used? Common obligations, common complications. She said to me in the dark, that it was just like suicide and that you really don't want to die but you've said it so many times. Like a musical trend you see it as a phase. Predictable film with a forgettable end. Why does boy meet girl leave me feeling ripped off? The police have been tipped off. Following a trail of denial they've all got my file, send worry in for the knock off, guilt for the clean up. You say keep your chin up. Here we are in the open air. The glow of our godless season, we're fighting for no reason we both want the same things. And its just like suicide, I really don't want to die, but we've been through this so many times. Its just like suicide, I really don't want to die, but the choice ain't mine
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no one seems to update this much anymore [01 Dec 2004|10:58pm]

shanamabobel
[ mood | melancholy ]

chances are no one will read this anyway.



Find security in the music you love.
Find love in the music you hear.
When you feel love, make music.
The result will be the most infinite
Beauty only YOUR senses can comprehend.
When the ones you hold dearest fail you,
Your music will be waiting.
When words escape you,
The music will retrieve them.
When emotions steer you the wrong way,
Simple sounds will put you back on path.
Never lose faith in yourself.
Because you make the music to your own life.

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Art Star [09 Nov 2004|09:10am]

4_letter_w0rds
I've been working on a piece
That speak of sex and desperation.
I've been screwing on the tracks
of abandoned track stations.


One, two, three, four

Art Star

I got a deal in Tokyo

I got a rep in France

I got a agent in Rome

Shit I got a gallery in New York!

Its a mad house
this modern life

Its a mad house my
faithless bride

Art Star
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[08 Nov 2004|09:41pm]

killmattcugini
so much for this community ey?
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[23 Sep 2004|12:09pm]

ohbitemylip
i drink good coffee every morning
comes from a place that's far away
and when im done i feel like talking
without you here there is less to say
i don't want you thinking im unhappy
what is closer to the truth
that if i lived 'til was 102
i just don't think ill ever get over you
im no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'cause i shook the hand of time and i knew
that if i lived, 'til i could no longer climb my stairs
i just don't think ill ever get over you



garden state <3
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I wrote this in study because I was bored. [21 Sep 2004|11:06pm]

shanamabobel
[ mood | tired ]

All the answers with no questions
for the reasons people feel
the way we feel for others
just one answer for so many

All the questions with no answers
the way we think life works
why we feel a thing at all
there's no answers for so many

All the music for the deaf
so much art for the blind
concepts for the incapable
but I'll complain about my drink
and never give a second thought

All the tiny cells
that make up tiny me
to live on this tiny world
in something intolerably large.

blah

Firebelly Salamander [17 Sep 2004|05:33pm]

alt0169
[ mood | content ]

Mother, your little boy's dying at the gates
with a mace and a longbow arrow
lodged firm in his breastplate.
"Isn't there something we should do?"

"Won't it be a shock for the coroner's colander?
His blood is so thick with the fight.
And when they find the twenty-something hearts in his stomach...
It was all I could get him to eat some nights," she sighs,

and looks out toward the castle wall.
She closes her eyes and faces the far-off moat
where I splashed and sputtered, practicing my strokes
and the dead man's float among the crocodiles.

Always to return to her side.
Forever her eldest child.

Father, your boy's being gunned down on a plane.
He's out reading Marx on the left wing again
and they can't get him to come in. They've tried,
but his singing's a bathtub gin.

"He'll jump when his wings are fully grown,
or he'll learn to build them on the way down."

"He won't hit the ground for miles..."

"Yes, but he'll be in complete denial," he smiles,
we(e)akly, but it's better than yearly.
He scratches his head and raises his eyes
to his son's palbearers,
floating thither and yon and on and on
into a sun too bright.

For a moment his boy's a kite.

Don't harvest blame, after the rains come
to drown and to destroy,
'cause you tried to pull your child out from the fire,
but you couldn't pull the fire out of your baby boy.

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January 1979 [16 Sep 2004|09:47am]

alt0169
[ mood | curious ]

January, 1979 saw a terrible crash and it couldn’t help but laugh.
My ear pressed against the pass like a glass on a wall of a hospital photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea rescued by a sinking ship.

If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)

You watch me like a ten car highway wreck with a tact, bold or curiosity?
Us looking down on the tops of the hats of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony and grew such a height we missed creatures too small for sight.
Carry on over conversation as the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration.

After years with their crown on my head, I’m rolling over in bed unconcerned and comfortably numb kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy.
Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become.
At the first sign of possible sorrow I’ll turn my heel and run.
Oh, I’ll never learn.
My life’s become the sugar I’ve borrowed before, time and again and forgot to return.

It was a matter of time, I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (If I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of miserable time but I heard somewhere, there was a cure for useless eyes. (If I could be your servant)

blah

[06 Sep 2004|03:09am]

shanamabobel
[ mood | emo ]

There's something about a morning without the picture perfect ribbons in her hair
It's raining and I know that you want to let me in

Cause my dear I can't breathe out here
It's cold so tell me why
I break to pieces for hopeless reasons
Stereo therapy heals my lesions

Do you know what it's like to hurt at night for oh no reason?
Do you know what it's like?

So forget the feelings so few have
She says I love you to death
And forget the feelings so few have
Forget our future we don't have

Four-flush and forget I make you feel like a harlot, does he know I'm here?
So please dear untie me before we drive that awful extra mile
And at night I dream about that smile
And the jealousy that's gleaming on our teeth
There's something about a morning without that picture perfect...

Do you know what it's like to hurt at night for oh no reason?
Do you know what it's like?

So forget the feelings so few have
She says I love you to death
And forget the feelings so few have
Fuck you and the future we don't have

blah

another update because I can't sleep [29 Aug 2004|01:23am]

shanamabobel
[ mood | emo ]

I can't sleep.

I wrote this.

it's generic and boring, don't even bother.





On this night in mid May
My face is nervous and red
Take my hand but gently
Can’t wait to see you again

On this night in late June
My eyes are still bright
The fireflies cover our path
Kissing under a streetlight

Some night in July
My smile is still there
You can let go of my hand
I’ll enjoy the summer air

A night in late August
Push me on a swing
Ignore the tears on my face
They don’t mean a thing

Two nights later that month
I’m just waiting for your call
Haven’t talked to you in days
Just worried that’s all

Your friend questioned me
Said “doesn’t it bother you?
That he’ll notice everyone
But you he’ll look right though.”

I know you had fun tonight
All your friends told me
I guess I wasn’t wanted
But why would I be?

I wish things didn’t change
I want to wrestle in the grass
And kiss by the ocean
Enjoy letting time pass

The last day of August
This relationship’s unfair
You never seem to notice
Just how much I care.

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long time, no update [29 Aug 2004|01:00am]

shanamabobel
[ mood | hatemyself ]

One more time you will laugh about it
And he'll never try to give you more
And I don't care, he is such a dick
Treats you like you are a stupid whore

And it seems like things will never change
You go on, every cloud is in your way
And I know you feel empty all the time
You'll never listen to anything that I say

She's better off sleeping on the floor
'Cause she fell right off when all
Is said, you know
It's okay to just want more

Why leave when you claim it is love?
But why stay when you're not the only one?
She's proved she's strong
Be brave, be strong

She's better off sleeping on the floor
'Cause she fell right off when all
Is said, you know
It's okay to just want more

She's better off sleeping on the floor
She's better off sleeping on the floor (Because she fell right off her bed)
She's better off sleeping on the floor
She's better off sleeping on the floor (Because she fell right off her bed)
She's better off sleeping on the floor
She's better off sleeping on the floor (Because she fell right off her bed)
She's better off sleeping on the floor
She's better off sleeping on the floor (Because she fell right off her bed)

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We heart our hive [15 Aug 2004|02:59am]

4_letter_w0rds
[ mood | awake ]

it's a pleasure to reject.
for pleasure,
light all your cassettes on fire.
it's a measure to protect this birthday
present from distress.
it's a pleasure to reject the hide-and-go-seek
anonymity of public swimming pools.
it's a measure to protect this like a fragrance.
shut your windows.
happy birthday.
it's a pleasure to reject this distance.
so light up the cassettes.
all of the amateurs are cancelled out
for listening for the dulcet sounds
of the new children's coterie
safely singing in the rotary.
we all reject for pleasure.
then we swing.

right time.
wrong face.
i can not deny my own sweet taste.
this city owns me.
showed me.
undecided.

witnesses claim to have found
that impossible sound || of young adults
learning how to shake it in the hospital.
we all reject for pleasure.
now we sing.

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Pretty Lush [12 Aug 2004|11:08am]

alt0169
[ mood | amused ]

I draw them on reckless,
etched in,
scratched in like resurrection.
Your sins are killing you
and you can bet they'll get me too.
I've got to give some to get some.

Mining in the river
Standing in the rain.
Down on your knees
As you heave at the drain.

You can lead a whore to water
and bet she'll drink and follow orders.
And I said, "Is this what you wanted?"
"Is this what you needed?"
Give it some more time.

Tonight I'm going to a party,
but it's already started without me.
I aced philosophy
and mastered the art of spiritual phase.
I've got to give some to get some.

The disco ball spins away another year.
I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year.

Only three words come to mind.

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Japanese Gum [08 Aug 2004|12:46am]

alt0169
[ mood | geeky ]

I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away
To every guy she met
And with all the games they played
She never seemed to cry
She never got upset
And one by one they came
And one by one they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
But all of my advances
Were shut down in the end
When days turned into months
I begged her to explain
And this is what she sang

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself

I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages
Before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled
At all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers
Told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages
Crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read

It's not like I am weak
Or that I don't know how to leave
It's just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat

Until there's nothing left to love
Until there's nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can't save you from yourself

blah

[30 Jul 2004|01:18pm]

killmattcugini
Hello All.
For my first entry i just want to post lyrical genius...

''Jodie'' by Saves The Day.

Tonight I'll stay awake long enough to stop breathing
and I wonder how long it will take before I pass out drunk off night skies
and lying on hills with wet grass below and blue black above-
I will carry all the weights tonight
'cause I keep remembering the day that you said you might go crazy
if you spent one more minute with me and I just don't know-
is one more minute going to kill you now?
Stop before I say too much-
so now I've been alone and it's been going but tomorrow might not come
if I don't let it so don't forget the mornings that we spent deep inside out heads
staring at blank walls 'cause that's what counts
and I don't know but I'm trying to let you go
but I can't cut so well these strings I have around my neck
and I'm trying to let you know that I'm doing this by myself-
so don't forget we sent letters to ourselves without words
and it was just to remember those days that we spent in our heads.
blah

Thursday "This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb" [30 Jul 2004|01:09pm]

likeyousaid
I'm sure you've all heard it at some point...but this song is amazing and I've been listening to it a lot in light of all the news of Thursday's potential break up---


do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car alarms as it passes by? do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios? shut the window, love. keep the world outside. I don't want to think about anyone but the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the sound of the rain, as it knocks on the windowsill. I'm not answering the phone -- let it ring. lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down. this song has been brought to you by a falling bomb.
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Hey, Wanna Throw Up? Get Me Naked [30 Jul 2004|09:33am]

alt0169
[ mood | bored ]

Let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation.
From every drink's glass drips condensation.
She's got her jacket on her back.
We put our last drinks back
and hit the first red light.

No one moves; No one stands

Red-lip-sticks on her drink glass

He's gone for three nights, come on
he's gone for three nights, come on
come on come on come on

I got somewhere else to be.


NO ONE ELSE POSTS IN THIS CUMAHN PEOPLE!^!&^$@%%)^

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