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| So I found this neat song and it goes a little somethin' like...
If time is my vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea
The flying, the metal, the turning above
These are just ways to be seen
We all get paid
though some get faith before they die
But the stars we will navigate
Through the holes in your eyes
How many days will it take to land
How many ways to reach abandon
oh abandon
Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me, I'll treat you right, baby
May our bodies remain
There is love to be made
So just stay here for this while
Perhaps heart strings resuscitate
The fading sounds of your life
How many days will it take to land
How many ways to reach abandon
oh abandon
So swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
As weak we move, I'll feed you light, baby
May our bodies remain
Oh yeah in history, I'll treat you right, baby
I'm honest that way, hey
Swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
-Interpol
Song lyrics on Xanga's are terribly tacky. | | |
| So Ben has a xanga. neat. | | |
| So i just found out about this thing called a Xanga... i guess you are supposed to write in it about like... how you feel bad about your boyfriend or girlfriend dumping you for a poorly dressed handball player who is a level 32 on Halo, or about how they are depressed about not having a chance with the girl they've liked since December 4, 2001. It all sounds a little shifty to me but yah know how that is. So i guess i dont like Comedy Central's "Too Late With Adam Corrolla". I'm pumped to learn things i wont ever use in 8 days. I stumbled across a happenin' band called "Little Brother". They are neat. This entry has no substance. I put another cool song on. I'm also not gay. I like white shoe laces. I like to see a Sea Lion feeding his young. I guess Ohio is for lovers? Logan has gay away messages. | | |
| Yo i put on a tight jam to satisfy your need for tight jams. This song was my favorite song in kindergarten... i'd strut into school with my mickey mouse back pack.. feelin' fresh... i was all like.. return of the mack! and if someone interupted me when i was singin i'd be like... yo i wanna challenge you do a dance off or a freestyle biznatch... i was a rough kid man. I wouldnt share my building blocks or Star Wars toys with no one but my main dawg Sica. One time this kid named brandon barger punched Sica in the stomach and i walked up to him and punched him in the face. During lunch i'd hold syphers in the the corner with some of my homies. We'd spit till some wack hater would bust our grills. I grew out of my gangsta fase at like.. 10. I couldnt wait till we played Harrisburg so i could spit wit my colored brothers. One time i layed down this lyric like.. Ya'll suckaz be hatin me cuz im 8, but wait, ill be packin a heater under my big wheeler twice my weight, ill be droppin lyrical M80's that will blow up your house and your 2 mercedes, you can catch me in your bedroom makin out witcha old lady cuz i be hittin the 3's like Tracy McGrady, all day every day thats my phrase, ill be beatin your face with a mace till your brains show through your face, i'm mentally ill but there isnt a pill for what i got, so gimme a lead bullet and ill cock, pull it,and shoot it, im a verbal nightmare so ya'll steer clear i've got a fifth of beer in me, ill bust shots to the double glock, look at my watch and bust more, and thats for sure cuz ive got 2 more on the floor of my Ford contour, so ya'll stop talkin smack on my crew cuz your mom's duct taped in the trunk and i know where to find you. It went somethin like that i think...Those were the days... | | |
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