You Owe Me Nothing

I'll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance if you want it
I will give you encouragement to choose the path that you want if you need it
You can speak of anger and doubts your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it
You can share your so-called shame filled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it
(and there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I'll grant it
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you'll have it
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else and I'll support it
You can ask for anything you want anything at all and I'll understand it
(and there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

I bet you're wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop
I bet you're wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up
I bet wonder how far you have now danced you way back into debt
This is the only kind of love as I understand it that there really is

You can express your deepest of truths even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss I'll empathize with
You can say that you have to skip town to chase your passion I'll hear it
You can even hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it
(and there are no strings attached)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

-Alanis Morrisette

posted by 123454321 at 5:55 PM

Why Mommy Left Us

Hush little girl, sweet baby don't cry tonight
Daddy is here and he'll sing you a soft lullaby tonight
Why can't it all be like it was before
How can I explain why mommy's not here anymore

Cause daddy likes porno and ten dollar whores
Daddy gets wasted and robs liquor stores
Daddy likes rubbing against little boys on the bus
I think that's why your mommy left us

Hush little girl, there is no reason to fret tonight
Don't mind the smoke, daddy just wants to forget tonight
Soon it will all be like it was before
Any minute she will walk through the front door

But Daddy plays poker and drinks lots of beer
Then he wants sex that involves mommy's rear
Daddy has sores on his naughty parts oozing with pus
I think that's why your mommy left us

Please don't cry, I swear I'll try
To be here by your side
Right after daddy gets home from the bar
Visits his bookie, and steals a new car
He'll drive to the strip club,
And if daddy plays his cards right
He'll bring home your new mommy tonight!

-Stephen Lynch
posted by 123454321 at 5:54 PM

A Man

I am a man as a man I've been told
Bacon is brought to the house in this mold
Born of your bellies I yearn for the cord
Years I have groveled repentance ignored

And I have been blamed
And I have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended

I am man who has grown from a son
Been crucified by enraged women
I am son who was raised by such men
I'm often reminded of the fools I'm among

And I have been shamed
And I have relented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
And I have been shamed
And I have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended

we don't fare well with endless reprimands
we don't do well with a life served as a sentence
this won't work well if you're hell bent on your offence
I am a man who understands your resistance

I am a man who still does what he can
to dispel our archaic reputation
I am a man who has heard all he can
cuz I don't fare well with endless punishment

Cuz I have been blamed and I have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
And we have been blamed and we have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
-Alanis Morrisette

posted by 123454321 at 5:53 PM

School Night

he went over to her apartment
clutching his decision
and she said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
so he built a skyscraper of procrastination
and then he leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
of his reply
and he felt like an actor
just reading his lines
when he finally said
yes. it's really goodbye this time
and far below was the blacktop
and the tiny toy cars
and it all fell so fast
and it all fell so far

and he said:
you are a miracle but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and i am on call
you are a party and i am a school night
and i'm lookin' for my door key
but you are my porch light

and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you'll probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is but one of my truths

what of the mother
whose house is in flames
and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both
with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time?
she's choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices
of so many desires
she's bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness
while frantically running around
putting out fires

but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is just one of my truths

so i
i'm goin' home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don't expect
she'll have much sympathy for my grieving
but i guess that this is the price
that we pay for the privilege
of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing
in
-Adapted from the original by Ani DiFranco
posted by 123454321 at 5:52 PM

With You

The way your father looked at me
I thought that I could die
And the way my mother looked at you
I thought that I could cry

I thought that it was over
And I thought that we were through
But time went by and I found
All I thought about was you

I wanna be with you
That's all I ever knew
I wanna be inside your mind
The way you're inside mine

I wanna kiss your lips
And catch you if you slip
If nothing else is true,
I wanna be with you

The way you act around your friends
And the way they stare at me
Convey a thought so strong
That even blind men can see

We are so very much the same
In the things we say and do
But we're still very different
And that's why I love you

I wanna be with you
That's all I ever knew
I wanna be inside your mind
The way you're inside mine

I wanna kiss your lips
And catch you if you slip
If nothing else is true,
I wanna be with you...
posted by 123454321 at 3:50 PM

You can make all the people happy some of the time, or some of the people happy all the time, but you can't make all the people happy all the time. However, it's pretty easy to piss all the people off all the time...
posted by 123454321 at 11:18 PM

I know what you're doing
I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline
When I kiss away your tears
You really had me going
Wishing on a star
The black holes that surround you
Are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion
You were so completely torn
Must've been that yesterday
Was the day that I was born
There's not much to examine,
There's nothing left to hide
You really can't be serious
If you have to ask me why
I say goodbye

Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
Don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
I don't suppose it's worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay

Everyone keeps asking,
What's it all about?
I used to be so certain
Now I can't figure out
What is this attraction
I only feel the pain
There's nothing left to reason
And only you to blame
Will it ever change?

Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
Don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
I don't suppose it's worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
I've come to find
I may never know
Your changing mind,
Is it friend or foe?

I rise above
Or sink below
Every time
You come and go
Please don't
Come and go

Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
Don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
I don't suppose it's worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay...
-Duncan Sheik
posted by 123454321 at 8:05 PM

So much to do
So many things to see
This time next year
Who knows where I'll be

Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Feet down on the floor
Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Through the open door

Gotta find love,
Gotta find faith,
Gotta find out what happened
To that thirty inch waist

Gotta find me an idol,
Maybe it's you
Or maybe it's someone
I can't see right through

So many new people
So many new things
Each one of them shining
Like a new diamond ring

Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Feet down on the floor
Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Through the open door

Gotta find love,
Gotta find faith,
Gotta find out what happened
To that thirty inch waist

Gotta find me an idol,
Maybe it's you
Or maybe it's someone
I can't see right through
posted by 123454321 at 12:50 AM

I don't want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought or processed. Or repair anything sold, bought or processed, y'know? As a career I don't want to do that. So, my father's in the army, he wants me to join, but I can't work for that corporation. So what I've been doing lately is kickboxing. ' - Say Anything
posted by 123454321 at 1:04 PM

Some of us have great stories, pretty stories. That take place at lakes, with boats, and friends, and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But a lot of people, thats their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good. -As Good As It Gets
posted by 123454321 at 2:40 PM

One cannot produce peace from war as one cannot wring water from a stone.
posted by 123454321 at 2:19 PM