They'll feel it in the back of their throat.
We know I can't construct a poem,
Cause words like girls get bored and run
C'est la vie, I say "I've got so many better things"
I've got nothing, you should see me,
I smoke myself to sleep.
And blame postmodern things I can't relate,
Like summer camp and coastal states.
Like alcohol and coffee beans.
Dance floors and magazines.
I think its safe to say I've only got myself to blame
But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,
Taking pictures of themselves.
And so I walk the web in search of love,
But always seem to end up stuck.
I'm finding flaws in everyone.
I've reached the point where all I want,
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.
We are parallel lines we’re running in circles,
We're never meant to cross.
I'm at a loss, you were my tangerine,
My pussycat, my trampoline.
Now alls I get are wincing cheeks,
And dog problems, I signed a lease.
Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park.
Instead I broke a girl’s heart,
And flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started.
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
This is the sound of my heart breaking.
And I hope it's entertaining,
Cause for me it’s a bitch.
Was it worth it?
When you slept with him?
Did you get it all out of your system?
I am a man
Holding it all
I couldn’t breath
Coming across
I didn’t know
I couldn’t give up
B is for believing you'd always be here for me.
E is for everything, even when we see it though.
C, c is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to
A because, because, you always run away.
I never finish phrases, I misspell.
Open arms are prison cells.
When I said, "I hate what I've become"
I lied, I hated who I was.
So when you start to wonder 'bout the pain in my throat,
Then don't you ever, no never, ever, speak for someone you don't know.
Let's go steady!
My tribute to Lykke Li...
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Mere hours from now, yours truly will be featured on the Strange Love Livepodcast! Part of scheduled activities at Camp Naughty, an all-girls, all-blogger sleepover. I wrote all about it on my other home in a post entitled Who Says I'm Naughty? You should check it out and see what the heck I'm talking about.
Anyway, tonight at 8:30pm PST, I and the rest of the Camp Naughty campers (with our two hawt Camp Naughty counselors MissBurrows and CamiKaos) will be streaming live on Strange Love Live's uStream.tv channel. (After that, on the schedule of events is extreme truth-or-dare and smores for whores. Should I be afraid?)
I hope to see your name in the chat room!
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Let's go steady!
This video makes me very, very happy. =)
Let's go steady!
DG Bohos is the creature of two very talented prebucesent UK boys named Dylan and George. Dylan provides the bones of the band, writing lyrics and music. George provides the meat as lead singer and charismatic front man. DG Bohos isn't kid stuff; they're serious about the music, busking their craft to hone their sound. (I can't confirm this just yet, but I believe this is Dylan and George busking Knocking on Heaven's Door on the street...)
BG Bohos is (incredibly) unsigned and un-noticed on youtube. As far as I can gather, their only real web presence is their youtube video channel, which features the band's many of original tunes. Here is band info, purloined from DG Bohos' youtube.com channel:
We're two 12 year old boys from Steyning - where we started busking; than last summer we branched out to Brighton. We've played several gigs, performed at school events and private parties. Throw us in at the deep end... we're not fazed by anything!
My favorite DG Bohos tune is Land of the Trevors (LND). Here are some sample lyrics: I'm gonna tell you the truth now, And I'm not gonna lie, I'm gonna give you some proof now, And tell you the reason why, Love is just another illusion, everything around me is just another confusion, Let me take you to the Land of Trevors, with colored clouds and golden feathers, Now wouldn't that be clever?
Let's go steady!
