Me In A Frame

3 voices


As I enjoy doing, I give people a special photo of myself... That contains exactly what their last perception of me provided them. Decorated with specific details and unique colors.

Each photo is different and is made especially for each person that will receive it. For memories of myself can get only be develop as that impression they get. All those that left my road, took a picture in a frame as a memory of that last view, that last speech, that last sensation, that last thoughts and that last touch. It's me in a frame for them.

I prepare myself specially for the moment I'll be frozen in paper then stocked in time and in their minds for the rest of their lifes. As they see me, they'll remember that photo which represents what the said goodbye to and who I was when we went in different directions. Some could keep that photo near and some would just make it disapear but what they can't help is to have it recored in their heads forever, as that special picture won't fade so easily.
If the photo gets created it means there was a bond stong enough to discover and that there was a memory to discover, frozen in time and in space. Me in a frame for them to remember how the think they should.

Lyrics by Pinback (non-photo blue)

She's posting all the time, but the boards are down.
It's a burned out building.

He's spending all this time on his back.
Staring at the ceiling.

They spared themselves that way
I'm with that. I'm with them.

You aren't. You're alive, dammit.
Gnawing on the prey.
I think about you, some.

Where to put you?
All the backed up data for a raining time.

Insulate a fragile mind.
Capsulize a broken find.

Don't do this, man.
There's another one off behind.
Breaking down the door without... warning.

She just ignores the time that the boards came down.
It's a numbed out feeling.

He just accepts that pain with a hate mantra.
A spiritual killing.

They just relax that way.
I'm with that. I'm with them.
You aren't. You're alive, dammit.

Crayon past line. Stay after school.
Crossword filled in non-photo blue.
So they'll never find you.
Can't go through this now.

I'm leaving a message.
Stapled on your head.

SHHAA......I get the same result.
We get the same effect.
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Mystic

1 voices


It's sad that it can't last longer than that short period of time. But while we have it we can only take the biggest advantage of it. The only fact of not knowing someone can make your imagination grow beyond well-known limits.

The mystery that gets created between people when they start knowing each other, if they could just hold on to that we all would be much happier... But eventually we'll get to know each other well enough to use that information and fill certain holes we made out of fun doubts, doubts that before you fill them your imagination enjoys by giving many different and entertaining answers.

That mystic that can makes us fall in love with little details but the person itself, many different times and continuously, having infatuations is the greatest thing ever and the reason is that it represents a magical wow factor as a bomb tick tack... it won't be long until explodes. Just then that Wow Factor can only be fun for a while 'cause is nothing but all the wrong reasons for us to wish someone to be with us, just because it was the first thing that caught our attention and the same reason why we can't help wanting that someone.

Physicals, ways of thinking, movements, life-goals, money, type of people, job, friends, taste, etc.. There are millions of reasons for everyone to say "I want him/her". Is that wow factor objective? No it's not, but is definitely the thing that we hold on to, in order to investigate if that someone represents the right choice or we'll enjoy that mystic 'till it fades.

For me infatuations keep me alive and as long as I can, I'll enjoy them to the extreme.

Lyrics by Sugarcult

I can't take it
It's just a paycheck
Making arrangements to burn it to the ground
I can't fake it
When nothing's sacred
Making arrangements to burn it to the ground

And beauty lies in the ignorant
With the sound of selling out to the innocent

I can't save us from the outside
I can't take it, what I'm told
You can't stop it
It just started
Dead living on the radio
I can't save us from the outside

I can't take it
I won't cooperate
Making arrangements to bury it in the ground
I can't fake it
This station
Is going under, so I'll bury this in the ground

And beauty lies in the ignorant
With the sound of selling out to the innocent

I can't save us from the outside
I can't take it, what I'm told
You can't stop it
It just started
Dead living on the radio
I can't save us from the outside

I can't take it
It's just a paycheck
Making arrangements
I can't take it
It's just a paycheck
Making arrangements

I can't take one more day all for I am done
I can't bend, this must end, counting back from 3, 2, 1

I can't save us from the outside
I can't take it, what I'm told
You can't stop it
It just started
Dead living on the radio
I can't save us from the outside

I can't save us
You can't take us
No one gets out alive
I can't save us
You can't take us
No one gets out
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Define Me Define You

3 voices


There's no need to say that no one can never know someone else completly. Said that I'll write here about how well people know each other and how they develop a very weird tendency of changing the perspective they have of people. (I can read your mind right now, so stop and read)

I can say that there're certain someones I know very well, meaning that I can pretty much always predict their reactions, understand their sensations and know this special language to speak to them. We all do that, knowing it or not... here's when things get messy, in that process of organizing friends we know very well, we might define them through our very personal perspective without counting theirs in, see my point?

Sure we can know someone well enough to share our perspective to them, of the things they represent or what kind of person they are. But it's sort of subjective sometimes, depending on what level we have that person standing on... As we all know, expectations can be a very nice reason for disappointment since we might expect something from that person just because we have redefined them.

Those who know me, always tend to do that... No exceptions. They start receiving information from me and as soon as they put me in a certain level, they define who I am for them, sometimes according with my defination of myself or not. I have no idea why they expect so much from me, I understand that is all for good but it happens that some of my actions might not be correct for their concept of me, and well I guess I let them down... but does that mean I should feel guilty?

I know there's a reason for everyone to do this, redefine people they know and that we want to mantain our certain someones in those levels, but when we don't agree with their actions it's neccesary to wonder before moving them from their spaces... It's only when we expect too much when we get more disappointed.

I know who I am, you know me and they know me also... And all of you know that there's no need to redefine Ana, if you still hold on to me it means that you're fine with my own defination of myself... Not everybody can say I call them my very special someones, I've made no mistakes with you and the levels you own.

Lyrics by You Me At Six

You've been looking at me like you've got something to say
You got flaws in your step, you're miles away from anything a-a-a-anyway.
Lets get to the point, the words that fell off your lips, didn't mean anything; they didn't mean shit, to you or him.

But tonight, but tonight, we will be alright; yes the champagne is on ice for you and I.
And oh right and oh right, oh we will be alright, because we've got it all, and all thats left inside. Let's just keep on talking.

I smell your scent on my skin and the clothes that I wear, it's a thought in my head and I can't shake it, of you and him. Sh-sh-sh-shake it
I am at the party too, I am in the room next to you, with your back to the door and your ear to the floor, and you were desperate.

But tonight, but tonight, we will be alright; yes the champagne is on ice for you and I.
And oh right and oh right, oh we will be alright, because we've got it all, and all thats left inside. Let's just keep on talking.

Don't let me down, and don't let me down.
And don't let me down, yeah don't let me...
Don't let me down.

But tonight, but tonight, we will be alright; yes the champagne is on ice for you and I.
And oh right and oh right, oh we will be alright, because we've got it all, and all thats left inside. Let's just keep on talking.
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Emergency Contact

4 voices


If there's something that identify us as unique kind of human beings, is the fact that in a very emotional way we leave marks in other people. As frames in our emotional brain.

Some people can leave bigger marks than others, but what's important to understand is that it's not an ability we all have or learn how to develop, it comes with they way we are and it can't be changed or managed.

It's a very interesting investigation to find out what kind of mark we leave and for me, it has been a roller coaster since I remember I knew what all this meant. There has been people coming in and out of my life; I recently found out the way to classify them all... The ones that are here still and the ones that are gone for good.

Those who see themselves close to me or attach to me for some reason, are the people that felt my mark deeper than others, and I know exactly who they are and what I mean for them, and maybe the reasons why the don't leave... All this is not something I think about and regard myself feeling superior, it's the opposite: I just feel I can't reach them right so it can be called a friendship.

People can come and connect themselves to me taking all they need and I feel ok leaving my mark, but then I'm left alone once more... 'Cause (what this is all about) no one can keep their marks in me long enough by staying beside me the way it should... It works like a gas station and I just don't know how to handle it.

I feel attached to some "certain someones" and I feel they don't have a clue, which is why (maybe) I don't get exactly what I need from them... not only the great sensation of leaving my mark but for them to know that I need it to... After all and no matter what, they're my emergency contacts.

But as I said before, I'm still looking for the correct way to make it better... The thing is that (as strange as it sounds) is out of my hands. So I'll just consider some my best friends and some my greatest enemies while living this connections and knowing who we are for each other better than you.

Lyrics by Kids In Glass Houses

And I wish I could sleep
But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a week
And I've been singing to my feet, yeah
But I won't admit defeat til
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Will come my way
For your information
I love my demons
Cause they keep me company, yeah
I've grown to love my new routine
But on my better days
Better days, better days

Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Enemies

And I wish I could speak
We spend the last half hour in the back room
Celebrating me
And now I feel a little cheap, yeah
But I won't admit defeat til
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
It's not one of my better days
Better days, better days

Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Enemies
So Show a little skin and make a million
Bare a little soul and make a million more
Show a little skin and make a million
Bare a little soul and make a million more

When I grow up, woah
Wanna be famous, woah
And when you grow up, woah
Will you still blame us

I wish I could see
Ive been tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a bitch of a week, yeah

Saturday, saturday, saturday

Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Enemies
Show a little skin and make a million
Bare a little soul and make a million more
Show a little skin and make a million
Bare a little soul and make a million more
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