Siren's Silence...

The clock is watching me. It judges me, in everything I do. It torments me with every tick, it taunts with each tock. It reminds me only that I have a limited time here, and it is pleased with my discomfort. It is arbitrary. It moves when it likes, stops when it wants to. It drags its weary feet as I toil, and skips daintily while I sleep. Yet I obey its every command, coming and going in accordance with its wishes, waking when it tells me to, sleeping when it demands it of me. The clock? The clock is merely an assemblance of mechanical bits, the clock does not torment me. I blame the clock, but it is time itself which aggravates me so. Time struts across my heavy heart, it kicks my soul with every step, and someday it shall dance upon my cold, barren grave. But until then, I will snub my nose at time, for it has no longer has a power over me.

posted by 123454321 at 5:04 PM

War benefits none but the buzzards.

posted by 123454321 at 4:49 PM

posted by 123454321 at 12:44 AM

"A recession is a period in which you tighten your belt. A depression is a time in which you have no belt to tighten. When you have no trousers to hold up, it's a panic."

Addition by me: Now, when you're living on the street in a box, boiling that belt in your boxmate's bong water into a soup to get the last nutrient out of it, THEN you've got problems. Welcome To Dubya's America...

posted by 123454321 at 11:16 PM

Reality TV... Now there's a contradiction in terms. Just how realistic is this crap? "We've picked the 7 most dysfunctional, yet attractive post-adolescents out of 500,000 applicants from across the nation to live in a fabulous house in New Orleans with our cameras all over the house to see what happens when people stop being polite... and start being watched constantly and very overpaid. We have Rick, a white supremacist from Alabama who is active in the KKK, and whose interests include breeding the perfect hangin' tree and crocheting. He is currently working on a biography of James Earl Ray. Sharing a bunk with him, we have Muhammed, an African-American Muslim who is a member of the local chapter of the Black Panthers and who also co-wrote and produced the popular rap song, 'Kill Whitey'."

What's this new one they have, Bachelorettes in Alaska? Right. Five women in full wedding gowns are really hiking up a snow-covered peak to select the perfect mate from the group of 50 desperate men waiting at the top. "Gee, I don't know... bachelor 23 has a nice igloo, but I really like 36's snowmobile..."

The Osbournes... Oh. God. This is NOT REALITY. This is a sub-reality that exists in the 50-yard radius around Ozzy Osbourne. They have a contract for something like $60 million with MTV and are the highest rated MTV show ever. Then again, their competition included "Remote Control" and some other pieces of crap.

Survivor... what's to survive? Even if you get voted off the island, you come back and co-author a book about it and go on Howard Stern and, if you're lucky enough to be a woman, you get a million bucks or more from Playboy to flash men across the country.

Reality? Well, reality is boring. That's why we HAVE TV in the first place, so we can avoid reality for a mind numbing 30 minutes or an hour, until we get up and go the hell to work. You want reality TV? Follow me for a day. Six days a week I wake up, drag my ugly ass out of bed, and go to work. I work for eight to twelve hours, then I come home, eat some ramen noodles, shower, and go to bed. Sunday, I sleep some more, then pay my bills. This is a red-letter day, folks. Then I pass out on the couch till Monday morning. Can I have MY $60 million now?

posted by 123454321 at 11:03 PM

Promise

I'll meet you at the corner
Of You and I
And when the night is over
We will say goodbye

I'll leave it up to you
If we should meet again
And if and when we do,
Perhaps we'll just be friends

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow

Maybe this could last
A little longer than we'd planned
But when that feeling's passed,
Can we lay it in the sand

Will we be able to leave
To turn and walk away
I'll grant you a reprieve,
So I won't ask you to stay

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow

I won't sign up for a lifetime
When I have nothing to give
I can't throw you a lifeline
If I'm struggling to live

And if we think we're ready,
We can take that next step
Hold on and stay steady,
And I know we won't trip

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow

I can tell you I love you
But you know they're just words
I could give you a necklace
But you know they're just pearls

When I love you, I'll show it
In everything that I do
When you love me, I'll know it
Cause I'll see it in you

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow

posted by 123454321 at 6:00 PM

Merry Fucking Christmas
Performed By Mr. Garrison

I heard there is no Christmas
In the silly Middle East
No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus
They have different religious beliefs

They believe in Muhammad
And not in our holiday
And so every December
I go to the Middle East and say...

"Hey there Mr. Muslim
Merry fucking Christmas
Put down that book the Koran
And hear some holiday wishes.

In case you haven't noticed
It's Jesus's birthday.
So get off your heathen Muslim ass
and fucking celebrate.

There is no holiday season in India I've heard
They don't hang up their stockings
And that is just absurd!

They've never read a Christmas story.
They don't know what Rudolph is about
And that is why in December
I'll go to India and shout...

Hey there Mr. Hinduist
Merry fucking Christmas
Drink eggnog and eat some beef
And pass it to the missus.

In case you haven't noticed
It's Jesus's birthday
So get off your heathen Hindu ass
and fucking celebrate!

Now I heard that in Japan
Everyone just lives in sin
They pray to several gods
And put needles in their skin.

On December 25th
All they do is eat a cake
And that is why I go to Japan
And walk around and say...

Hey there Mr. Shintoist
Merry fucking Christmas
God is going to kick your ass
You infidelic pagan scum.

In case you haven't noticed
There's festive things to do
So lets all rejoice for Jesus
And Merry fucking Christmas to you.

On Christmas day I travel `round the world and say,
Taoists, Krishnas, Buddhists, and all you atheists too,
Merry Fucking Christmas, To You!

posted by 123454321 at 12:28 PM

Charity

As I lie and watch you sleeping
I can see into your soul
Your simple, rhythmic breathing
Somehow makes me whole

A feeling deep inside
That I've never had before
A feeling I can't hide
And all I want is more

This love is so familiar
For passion is so like pain
And one becomes the other
Or perhaps they're one and the same

I wish that you could show me
That you're feeling this way too
I love you because you know me
But I can't love enough for two...

posted by 123454321 at 12:19 AM

posted by 123454321 at 11:56 AM

If you believe in the power of magic,
I can change your mind
And if you need to believe in someone,
Turn and look behind
When we were living in a dream world,
Clouds got in the way
We gave it up in a moment of madness
And threw it all away

Don't answer me, don't break the silence
Don't let me win
Don't answer me, stay on your island
Don't let me in
Run away and hide from everyone
Can you change the things we've said and done?

If you believe in the power of magic,
It's all a fantasy
So if you need to believe in someone,
Just pretend it's me
It ain't enough that we meet as strangers
I can't set you free
So will you turn your back forever
On what you mean to me?

Don't answer me, don't break the silence
Don't let me win
Don't answer me, stay on your island
Don't let me in

Run away and hide from everyone
Can you change the things we've said and done?
-Alan Parsons Project

posted by 123454321 at 1:31 PM

A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should
-Counting Crows

posted by 123454321 at 1:29 PM

You know people, when you do find somebody, hold that woman, hold that
man, love him, hold him, squeeze her, please her, hold, squeeze and
please that person, give 'em all your love, signify your feelings with
every gentle caress, because it's so important to have that special
somebody to hold, kiss, miss, squeeze, and please...
-The Blues Brothers

posted by 123454321 at 1:26 PM

Sometimes, where you're going isn't as important as how you get there.

posted by 123454321 at 8:31 PM

"Night after night, day after day, it went on and on
Then came that morning he woke up alone
He spent all night staring down at the lights of LA
Wondering if he could ever go home..."
-Bob Seger

posted by 123454321 at 6:19 PM

Sometimes I swear I can see my world in her eyes, and I can hear the wind in her voice, and smell the ocean in her hair. Did you know that loving someone can feel like freedom?

posted by 123454321 at 11:01 PM

Give all your love to one person, and you will often find you still have enough for others.

posted by 123454321 at 10:10 PM

Sometimes the greatest satisfaction comes from the doing, not from the results.

posted by 123454321 at 10:13 PM

That which does not kill us
Often makes us wish it had
The emptiness we're left with
In our souls will make us sad

A deep, dark hole
The place we call depression
The place where we all judge ourselves
This court is now in session

We judge, we rule, we execute
And try though we might
Depression still sweeps over
As we lie alone at night

Thinking no-one loves us
Thinking no-one cares
Thinking no-one listens
To our desperate, earnest prayers

Begging for forgiveness
For the things we haven't done
Crimes gone uncommitted
All except for one

The crime of persecution
Of our minds and of ourselves
Questioning our motives
And building our own Hell.

posted by 123454321 at 9:09 PM

posted by 123454321 at 1:26 PM

Whenever people say, "We mustn't be sentimental" you can take it that they are about to do something cruel. If they add, "We must be realistic" you may assume they are going to make money out of it.

posted by 123454321 at 4:47 PM

If man could not dream, he would never accomplish anything. If man were ever satisfied with the world he lived in and the man he had become, there would be no progress. We're not greedy, we're visionaries.

posted by 123454321 at 11:44 PM

Despite all our battles
We're losing the fight
Jumping at shadows
And hiding from light
We're living in darkness
And living in shame
Swimming with sharks
And we're passing the blame
From father to son
And those inbetween
Thinking we've won
But unable to see
Forsaking the virgin
To save the unworthy
Forever we're searching
For someone more dirty
To stand by, and feel better
About being ourselves
We all know better
But ignorance sells.

posted by 123454321 at 12:10 AM

The dirt is hard
Underneath my feet
As I walk the well worn path
To the end of the earth

And the end does not come,
But if it did, I would continue.

The wind whips my hair
Like a thousand wisps
Of weeping willow
As I look out across the water

The shifting tides
Move in harmony
With the cool, crisp
Ocean breeze.

I feel the radiant warmth
Of the August sun
Tanning my skin
And bleaching my hair

A mother's warm love
Given unto the Earth.

The rain comes down
Landing on the tin roof
Like the slow, soft beat
Of a thousand drums.

I hear the soothing rhythm
Of nature's love song
Playing above me
And I sleep in peace.

posted by 123454321 at 12:05 AM

When will you learn
Or why can't you see
The difference between
Drunken elegance
And stupidity
Or maybe you've seen
Too many things
And can't take any more
The way life has thrown you
And teased out your fantasies
Before driving them away
And if you could just
Keep them for your own
They'd stay forever
Hope being better than doubt
But you'd have to see it coming
But you can't think ahead
Can't anticipate
Life changes around you
And you need to decide
Between your mind
And your heart
And the feelings in both
But you stun them to silence
Before they can make a sound.

posted by 123454321 at 12:04 AM

Who's to say

As long as we are in the dark
Who's to say we are not beautiful
And as long as we don't see the clock
Who's to say that time's not standing still

As long as we are not in sight
Who's to say we are not gone
As long as we are can make it
Who's to say we are not strong

As long as we can fix it up
Who's to say that it was down
And as long as we are lost below
Who's to say we didn't drown

As long as we can whistle
Who's to say it's not a flute
But as long as we are silent
Who's to say we are not mute?

posted by 123454321 at 12:02 AM

Leave the porch light on

You said it was over
You said we were through
But I just can't get over
How much I'm missin' you

You said I was ungrateful
I said you were unkind
Why were we so hateful?
I was yours, and you were mine

But it can't be over
Not over by far
I'm jumpin' over the fence
And into my car

I'm comin' home
Oh, yeah
I'm comin' back to the place
Where I see your face
Crying and alone

I'm coming for you
Oh, no
You'll never cry again
I'll learn to be your friend
So leave the porch light on,
I'm coming home

posted by 123454321 at 7:20 PM

Dreams of Gold

When he falls asleep at night
All alone and cold
It frees him from reality
Makes room for dreams of gold

Dreams of gold and glamour,
Of fame and happiness,
All the troubles of the world
Are lifted from his chest

He dreams of being handsome,
Gallant, strong, and bold
All that gets him through the day
Are his dreams of gold

Although he shivers softly
His heart is never cold
And all he knows of the world
Are hardship and dreams of gold.

posted by 123454321 at 7:18 PM

I looked, I glanced,
But I did not see
The heart engraved
Upon the tree

Two lovers met
Under the moon
Knowing they'd
Be parted soon

They carved their love
Upon the tree
And I looked, and I glanced,
But I did not see.

posted by 123454321 at 7:12 PM

The Learned Men

Goodbye curiosity
We'll miss you so very much
But the learned men have done away
With wondering and such

Every question needs an answer
No pondering allowed
Just enter in the data
Aren't the computers proud?

The learned men are wrong
We thrive on questioning
The wonders all around us
Without a simple ending

The biggest questions need no answer
The problems go unsolved
And life goes on, all the better
Without us being involved.

posted by 123454321 at 9:06 PM

Dent

I feel like a blemish
Something to be washed away
You try to hide me
But I'm here to stay

I know that I'm just
A dent in your bed
Maybe just a little
Breeze through your head

You're everything to me
I turn and run from you
But I'm turning a blind eye
And I'm running to you

I'm a dent in your bed,
And a dent in your car
An identifying mark,
To you I'm a scar

And still I stay,
I'm here for you
But you don't want me
You just say you do

So I will move on,
But never forget
The tears I have tasted
And the fears I have left

posted by 123454321 at 7:32 PM

I'm a Vampire, discover your ALcoHoLiC personality!

posted by 123454321 at 7:05 PM

Love is a funny thing... if by 'Love' you mean, 'Cream pie'...

posted by 123454321 at 6:53 PM

Just because your love didn't last forever doesn't mean it wasn't real.

posted by 123454321 at 11:16 PM

All Earthly Things Wait

As I walked through the woods
Alone that night,
I happened upon
Two owls in flight

Dipping and diving,
They made their way
Silhouetted against
The night's cold grey

I marveled at how
They soared with grace
The snow falling gently
Upon my face

I knew I should go
I'd stayed too long
But I just couldn't leave
Their beauty, too strong

All earthly things wait
While I stand all alone
But it's now getting late
And I have to go home.

posted by 123454321 at 9:15 PM

oh god... I just ate a whole apple pie... I need sleep. That's right world, I'm a big fat pig.

posted by 123454321 at 8:31 PM

For a couple years I've been blaming it on iron-deficient
blood, lack of vitamins, drinking too much and a dozen
other reasons.

But now I found out the real reason I'm tired -- because
I'm overworked.

The population of this country is 237 million. 104 million
are retired.

That leaves 133 million to do the work. There are 85
million in school, which leave 48 million to do the work.
Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal
government. This leaves 19 million to do the work.

Four million are in the Armed Forces, which leaves 15
million to do the work. Take from the total the 14,800,000
people who work for State and City Government and that
leaves 200,000 to do the work.

There are, on average, 188,000 ill and in hospitals, so that
leaves 12,000 to do the work.

Now, there are 11,998 people in Prisons. That leaves just
two people to do the work. You and me.

And now you're sitting there screwin' around reading this!!

posted by 123454321 at 8:07 PM

My hands didn't scribe
These scars on my chest
That somehow passed
Through my bulletproof vest

My eyes couldn't see
The truth deep inside
The sadness and pain
That you tried to hide

I acted so surprised
But I knew all along
You thought I was fooled
But baby, you were wrong

I know
All the things you did
I found
All the truth you hid
I heard
Every lie you said
And I'm tired of trying to work it out

I saw
All the times you cried
I felt
All the fear inside
Your pain
Hurt me too,
Until something in me died

I'm not God,
I don't have the power
To take away all
These lonely hours

I never wished
For you to cry
But you know by now
I just can't lie

I know you're hurt
I know it's hard
But you've made it
This far

I know
All the things you did
I found
All the truth you hid
I heard
Every lie you said
And I'm tired of trying to work it out

I saw
All the times you cried
I felt
All the fear inside
Your pain
Hurt me too,
Until something in me died

posted by 123454321 at 8:06 PM

little by little we crawl across the floor
steadily making our way to the door
blindfolded by knowledge
we weren't meant to see
becoming the people
we weren't meant to be
controlling our fates
and waking to find
the lives we have left
are all in our minds
we have nothing real
just lies to ourselves
all the important things
are up on a shelf
to make room for our cell phones
and shiny sports cars
we dream to be famous
we dream to be stars
what's wrong with the world
was it so long ago
when we sat around fires
and played in the snow
when we saw what was there
and we knew it was true
there was earth, there was sky
there was me, there was you
no heaven, no hell
no devil, no God
just what we could see
not what we had bought

posted by 123454321 at 8:05 PM

Siren's Silence

Siren's silence draws me near
The song I heard is now so clear
Drawing me away from here
Telling me there's nothing to fear

Crashing on the rocks, I'm dying
Saying that it's fine, I'm lying
Seeing what I am, I'm crying
Leaving this behind, I'm flying

Losing everything that's mine
Finding everything that's fine
Walking farther down the line
Couldn't see that warning sign

Crashing on the rocks, I'm dying
Saying that it's fine, I'm lying
Seeing what I am, I'm crying
Leaving this behind, I'm flying...

posted by 123454321 at 5:47 PM