4.28.2007

Gym Class Heroes - Faces in the Hall


I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat
And his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track
He ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered

Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never truant
His family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
His mother was Dear Abby,
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
Shecould tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave to her
She thought nothing of it
And just shoved it in the closet
Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual
I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronnie Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag
Call him "fag" and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
The gym teacher never cared
He'd just join in on the action
He'd make silly gestures
And compared him to Micheal Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it
He'd just stop showing up and whenever he walked them halls
He just felt like throwin' up
And night he would cry and cry and ask "God why?"
Like "God, why the fuck'd I have to be born this way?"
God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay"
Cause he had dreams to be a track star
Until that warm April night
Them gay jokes went way too far
Ronnie begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party
Cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi
Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted
Except it was all deception
And left them all unprotected
It was a plan Ronnie had scammed
To get him in the right place
Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly
They started calling him sissy
One punch turned into fifty
They beat him till he was dizzy
Now Alberto lie in blood
While his peers look on in fear
He took his last breath
And passed away his senior year

Needless to say
It was one big tragedy
And how was Ronnie gonna explain to his family,
While they were on vacation taking in sights
He got wasted and killed a kid that night

Don't be a slave and behave the way they do,
Just utilize the gifts that God gave you

I knew this girl named Maria
Bright and talented
With aspirations to be a
Big superstar
What a great idea
Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
Oh dear!
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
Analytical head strong rebel
Flippin' off the principal
Single mother home structure
She looked after baby brother
While mom worked two jobs
Just to buy supper
Pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man,
Juggling family and heroin addiction
He overdosed and left a notice of eviction
And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound
Who saw silence in the records she found
And she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself
Under pale moonlight
Righting wrongs that her pops made,
Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
Turns out
Carrie Anne had other plans
Her and her man Ronnie most popular,
Second best to nobody
Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling
And the story ends the same way
Ok, Ronnie's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him "No Drinking"
What the fuck were they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So when Carrie Anne asked
She got all excited
Like "damn now I got something to look forward to"
Or so she thought
Maria kindly accepted,
Except it was all bullshit
Not pay attention,
Carrie Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
So she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was
Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
And when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight
Now her boyfriend lie in blood
And she had no idea
Alberto passed away and she got hooked her senior year
Needless to say
It was one one big tragedy
And I hate to break it but
It doesn't end happily
A warm day in May,
The sky was so beautiful
Carrie Anne died in a crash leaving the funeral

4.27.2007

Anberlin - Alexithymia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning
Bricks to this old house are breaking
Steel would have weathered
But now forlorning
It's alarming how loud the silence screams
No warn, no warn, no warning
Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit
And conversate to the sounds
To the sounds of a record player
With it's jumping needle
And the lights that grow dim over time

With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
Woah

Are you where you thought you'd be
So beautiful and only twenty-three
Opposition rests in the hearts
With no, with no, with no opportunity
It's not that we don't talk
I'ts just no one really listens
And honesty fades
Like a politician lost in the course
All smiles and no one remembers our names

With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don't believe anything I say anymore
In the morn, in the morning

With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive

4.26.2007

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Dismemberment Plan - Sentimental Man

There is no heaven and there's no hell
No limbo in between, I think it's all a lie
Just a white light out to velvet black
and back to neutral gray, that's all when we die

There is no fate that divides our day
no spirits hard at work, no unseen hand at play
people talk like it's a given thing I dunno what they mean nor, I suspect, do they
I guess that's OK

But how do you know I'm not a sentimental man?
is it really so hard to see these things? I guess it is
I really don't know why, I think it's right there
nobody's perfect, but I'm doing what I can
and you best believe I'll keep it real

I'm an old testament type of guy I like my coffee black, and my parole denied yeah
even as I flake on every deal
I ever made with myself before the ink could dry
I should keep that one inside...

How do you know I'm not a sentimental man?
is it really so hard to see these things? I guess it is
I couldn't tell you why, I think it's plain to see
certain disaster, and I really couldn't say how the fuck I let this get that far

How do you know I'm not your biggest fan?
Can you really make this case so clear?
I think you can't I don't know why you try, I think it's all a game
I'm under the covers and I'm telling you goodnight
'cos I plan to have some real fine dreams

4.23.2007

Spoken - Promise

Yet another day seems like it's wasted
You don’t feel your any closer to the prize
A dead end job where there's no future
Praying that tomorrow, things won't be this way
Things will get better, this I promise you, and I know
That you won’t feel this way forever
Things will get better, this I promise you
And I know Loneliness won't last forever
Yet another day, another tired morning
You're catching up to your intentions
You're thinking, life has to be easier than this,
maybe tomorrow things won't be this way
Loneliness won't last forever
I promise, with all that's in me,
to leave this emptiness behind

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4.19.2007

umphrey's mcgee- nemo

No assumption should be worth listing
They belong with someone else
Set in motion what you're still missing
There will always be a need

You were always somewhere above me
Can't there be a way around this


When it's there you know you oughta be the one to ride it through
And it's easy to stop before you start

There's only one more way to think about what everything could
have been if it wasn't left unsaid
And every time we seem aware of all that matters there will
always be a memory you forget

Be demanding when no one's listening
You will always find an ear
Set in motion what you're still missing
There will always be a need
There has got to be a reason
Who's to say what privileged means then

When it's there you know you oughta be the one to ride it through
And it's easy to stop before you start
When it's there you know you oughta be the one to ride it through
And it's easy to stop before you start

The more I realize the things I've seen through these eyes
There's only so much more that you could show
As many times as we've been there and back again no I don't
care if I'll be no one in the end
As many times as we've been there and back again no I don't
care if I'll be no one in the end

Finch - What It Is To Burn

I feel diseased.
Is there no sympathy
from the sun?
The sky is still fire,
but I am safe in here
from the world outside.
So tell me,
what's the price to pay for glory?