Unwanted Permission 'Cause they've told you about them How you could reach out and gain something better But there's too much in-between for you to see clearly And your trust keeps on dying to make it all even harder And they say you'd finally end up surrounded by any of them While you think of ways to escape, to fly away 'Cause it feels so different to try the unknown ...knowing how much risking has broke your heart They might be right, and my head crushes on this thought Seeing myself walking and nodding along towards them Sad visions of what I thought I was will stare at me Singing tunes of shame and wondering what led me to it 'Cause they've told me about them And I've met them as well, always with an exit pass Aware of the danger of staying too long But risking with each visit, each night, each permission I give myself Lyrics by Death Cab For Cutie Cath, she stands with a well-intentioned man
But she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back And as the flashbulbs burst She holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child And soon everybody will ask what became of you 'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do Cath, it seems that you live in someone else's dream In a hand-me-down wedding dress Where the things that could have been are repressed But you said your vows, and you closed the door On so many men who would have loved you more And soon everybody will ask what became of you 'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do The whispers that it won't last roll up and down the pews But if their hearts were dying that fast, They'd have done the same as you And I'd have done the same as you And My Hair Will Grow I'll meet you in a park or a train station I'll meet you surrounded by people unaware of this special moment I'll meet you wearing something special and with this unique and significative promise I made for you I'll kiss you and hug you You'll smile and stay silent I'll make sure you know how happy I'd be to be with you Because I've missed you for years Since we met... I've longed you for a long time and I'm sure my life will be complete after seeing your face So I won't make plans, or think of the best way to make it happen I'll just hold on to this desire with a smile Because we'll always be there for each other And that moment will be so special that I won't even be able to imagine My hair will grow and then it will just happen.
Wave After Wave It was chosen before she was born, that insane appreciation for the rush... there's not much she can do about that, what does depend on her will is the way she stands and waits for it. She's had different experiences, some more intense than others, some fresher but they all match at one specific attribute, as for the strenght they carry and goes through her body when she gets to live it. As a routine, she goes over and over to find that mark to stand on, and gets herself ready in a very unconscious way to receive a set of sensations, strong, powerful and hurtful sensations. It usually knocks her down, almost causing some physical damage and she can't really say what's so great about it, but soon enough she'll find herself standing on that spot once again, because they say there could be greatness after it, and she hopes for it. Maybe she finds different positions, thinking of ways not to get hit with such impact, perhaps she'll figure out how to stand quicker before letting the water drag her down, but I'm sure it will still break her a little. Somewhere there's a part of her head that has the answer to that way of living, probably it has something to do with the idea of maybe one day, she would finally be floating away... but everytime the wave pushes her down, it also pushes her far away from it. So she'll just recover herself from the last one, to then be sure that with fake will power, some sad awareness and low amounts of faith, her body and heart will be facing it again watching as the hit gets closer and closer. Lyrics by Fastball They made up their minds And they started packing They left before the sun came up that day An exit to eternal summer slacking But where were they going Without ever knowing the way? They drank up the wine And they got to talking They now had more important things to say And when the car broke down They started walking Where were they going without ever knowing the way? Anyone could see The road that they walk on is paved in gold And It's always summer, they'll never get cold They'll Never get hungry They'll never get old and gray You can see their shadows Wandering off somewhere They won't make it home But they really don't care They wanted the highway They're happier there today , today The children woke up And they couldn't find 'em They Left before the sun came up that day They just drove off And left it all behind 'em But Where were they going Without ever knowing the way? Anyone could see The road that they walk on is paved in gold And It's always summer, they'll never get cold They'll Never get hungry They'll never get old and gray You can see their shadows Wandering off somewhere They Won't make it home But they really don't care They wanted the highway They're happy there today , today What I want? One easy answer comes to my head, but this rational side tries to filter the words, even when plans get created behind this entry. Silly and stupid plans, that could actually give me what I want. Things I didn't want, things I refused before You brought and threw at me What I want, you say? I want to pull back time I wanna choose again What I want? Besides what I won't say here Is to feed anger so it would leave sooner Things I didn't want and refused before, like muting myself or thinking of regret you brought and threw at me making me drop who I was When I think about what I want, only one true thing comes along and I struggle with myself for it is something I never really wanted, and never really needed... But you did this and now I can't help it. Lyrics by Metric Black sheep, come home Black sheep, come home Black sheep, come home Hello again, friend of a friend I knew you when Our common goal was waiting for the world to end Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend You crack the whip Shape-shift and trick The past again I'll send you my love on a wire Lift you up every time Everyone, ooh Pulls away, ooh From you Got balls of steel Got an automobile for a minimum wage Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outer space Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend You crack the whip Shape-shift and trick The past again I'll send you my love on a wire Lift you up every time Everyone, ooh Pulls away, ooh It's a mechanical bull at number one You'll take a ride from anyone Everyone wants a ride Pulls away, ooh From you Update I can get so frustrated with the shape this box might take, knowing that I'm the one to blame. So I'll try not to touch her as much, instead... I'll go to Vienna to heal.
FYI Too happy to come around here In a way, I got used to write when something's wrong And now, everything is the way it should be, Just right, great. I could write Put some lines together But they might come out way too pink for my taste So I just won't, Because I'm happy.
Must Know
That I don't usually feel this way
That I don't usually open my soul like this That I don't usually say this much about myself as I'm about to... And also, Knowing what I'm sure you already know You must know That I'll fight for us You I could list them, write their names or maybe describe them Put them all on a wall using different kinds of paint Decorate these memories and display them on the street So all would know them, recognize them Because I could make a composition of the ones that gave up the ones that never felt like trying harder or getting themselves involved. Such a proud production, filled with such fancy stories, I have them all, and I could wash the sky with their names This weird artist, expressing her feelings of frustration and disappointment for her lovers, her story tales, her boxes and frames facing in a second, one different perspective one that, without knowing, is using his heart as a weapon ...hurting me with so much love ...so much love One that seems so different from the rest One that does not belong to this master piece... of the ones that gave up... that didn't try One that tonight, won't please me by walking away, but might be gone so soon. I think I'm ready, to get rid of this well known way of living and surrender to a different kind of love one that's true and pure one that won't be displayed on that wall of deserters. All of them... But you. P.S.: You can't blame me for deserving this. Lyrics by Coldplay 'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?' It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold Written up in marker on a factory sign 'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine' It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart Still I won't let go Still I won't let go You Ooohooh 'Cause you do Oh you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven On every street every car every surface a name Tonight the streets are ours And we’re writing and saying Don't let them take control No we won't let them take control Yes, I feel a little bit nervous, Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax, How come they're out to get us? How come they're out when they don't know the facts? So on concrete canvas under cover of dark On concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark Armed with a spray can soul I'll be armed with a spray can soul You Ooohooh Oh, you Ooohooh Yes, you You use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven Woho-ooh Woho-oooh It's true When you Use your heart as a weapon It hurts like heaven
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