Monday, March 8, 2010

Another repost from Myspace... from tonight.

You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches ,
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face ,
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space.

I just love that set of Lyrics from "Song To Say Goodbye" its a really good song for those that you care about, who try your patience, to the point you can't love them anymore, but still can't keep from saving them from their idiotic selves.

I have the urge to send the first two lines as a text message to someone I've been angry at. not because they're currently part of any present-day thinking... just the fact they were a past flight of fancy that I kind of floated away from... and inexplicably got the silent treatment for.

but, that's overly mean. But I feel that way.

They exist somewhere in the wings of my thinking, not often seen, only thought about when it arises that they're NOT somewhere because they are probably avoiding me.

Presently, other thoughts and other persons come to mind much more often than the tragic waste of skin. :)


Don't give up on the dream, don't give up on the wanting, and everything that's true.
Don't give up on the dream, don't give up on the wanting..

Because I want you too,
because I want you too,
because I want you too,
because I want you,
because I want you.

Stumble into you, is all i ever do..
My memory's hazy..and I'm afraid to be alone.
Tear us in two, is all it's gonna do...


I also creatively edit which parts of the songs I'm posting. Why? Because its my blog, that gives me the license to be as self-serving and egocentric as I want. Right? RIGHT?!


I'm in a race and it's killing time,
I don't need yours I'll keep it with mine,
Can't you see these skies are breaking?
Coz I'm in a race and I'm doing fine,
Thank you.

Two of a kind and no one home,
I'm in a crowd and I'm still alone,
Can't you see these skies are breaking?
Cos one of a kind is all I own..


Now onto something completely different.

You know how life is cyclic, people will all share the same experiences in one way or another. this is how we allow ourselves to get to know each other I suppose. Gives us something to relate to each other. Also, it gives us something to have an opinion about.

Which sometimes leads to conflict.

Even if you try to give your opinion... it can cause conflict. People don't necessarily want to hear whats true or how you see things.

I tend to keep my opinions to myself. I will give some if asked... but there are just some people you inherently KNOW don't want your opinion, they want to be made to feel better.

which is how i felt when asked about someone's current situation with an ex. there's love, there's a child, and there's young person drama stuff that I am staring at and wondering how they're going to get over it. I stated my opinion simply: "You gotta figure out if you want to be with him. And if you want to be with him, it won't work unless you forgive him for his shit and he forgives you for yours and you guys move on." it was replied with a nod, a thoughtful look. But I know that what was searched for was acceptance or justifications for actions. Or at least me thinking that throwing oneself at an ex is a good idea. I didn't really have an opinion on all that. I just gave the "old person" advice... we never learn anything really until we live it ourselves. Once we figure it out, it seems pretty simple... Hence, just shrugging your shoulders and not knowing how to relate that knowledge easily. Someday they'll understand. In that vein, Pete Yorn lyrics:

So take your lessons hard and stay with him
When your car crash comes, don't be misled
Convince yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it already is


and in lighthearted fare: The Knife, lyrics to "Heartbeats"

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start - a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

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