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| Your name is on everything you do
Well, so is mine
Your life made a turn for you and gave you time
And through your uneven footsteps you found tolerance and cleanliness
And I found you
Your name appears at such an alarming rate in this town, I can't escape it
(I'm sure you agree with that statement)
You sat around and borrowed money
I offered you a job trying to be funny
It worked out, but only at first
Your face is a minor detail,
Elephants as big as whales
Recreational vehicles and mutual friends...
But who's to blame? Lack of power?
And I don't mind that you're not here
And who's to blame? The believer?
The eye in the sky is watching your every single move
We stayed up at night much too late
Talking crap about The Secret Handshake
Talking about our life long mistakes
If only they knew, if only they knew
Talking bad about the kids from Denton,
Disagreeing about sexual attention
You've been with more girls than I have,
Both your faces have, both your faces have
I brought you to Las Angeles to do nothing
We both flew first class, and despite LA's boringness,
While I recorded you found plenty to do, plenty to do
Your face is as big as a whale
Elephants are a minor detail
Recreational vehicles and appointed tasks...
But who's to blame? Lack of power?
And I don't mind that you're not here
And who's to blame? The believer?
The eye in the sky is watching your every single move
We've both got better things to do
We've both got better things to do
We've both got better things to do...
So, today my mom and I were driving home from the YMCA and, typically, I was in a bad mood. I was rushed and cold and stressed out at the prospect of all of the work I have ahead of me this week. But, as we turned right for that hasty stretch of highway that leads right down through Flood, I happened to look up at the moon; a fingernail moon. There were three little stars around it, just like a kid's crayon drawing. Something about that moon and the smooth sky, the car's heating and the lyrics playing, it just put things back into perspective for me. So strange and comfortable was that moon, the coming winter... that tonight, for the first time in too long, I feel like we could save each other if we really wanted to.
But, I don't know if we really want to. | | |
| While looking up the new Harry Potter trailer, I got Rick Roll'd. | | |
| This night wasn't supposed to be lonely, but reading about other peoples' woes makes me feel like we are all just coyotes crying out to the moon. There isn't anyone up there, is there?
We can do better than this. Yes, we can. | | |
| Useless shitSo I'm pretty sure that my life is now going to be consumed by the new mychemicalromance.com. Now I creep all up on MCR ALL the time, without actually going to LA and stalking them. Life is so fucking awesome sometimes. No kidding.
P.S. Finished the rough draft of my One Act. It's not as shitty as I thought it would be, but it could definitely use same major improvements. I have time, though. Good mood tonight.
P.S.S. Gerard Way and I are sharing internet space right now. How cool is that?
I'm sorry I'm such a loser. | | |
| '67 to '72Sifting through old photographs of my mother,
I find her at 23, in 1972,
somewhere far away
where snow blooms along the roofs of mountains
like a field of daisies
You can see every peak,
and every pebble in the walk
where her long, patterned coat
(with the fur around the collar)
is just brushing the tops of the high-heeled shoes
she wears
Something I have never seen before
Sifting through old photographs of my mother,
I find her again, at 21 in '71,
on the beaches of Hove,
bundled against the frigid English wind
And she is laughing with such freedom,
such unknowing freedom,
and trying so hard to lift a friend of hers whose name
I don't know
Again, something I have never seen before
Sifting through old photographs of my mother,
from '67 to '72
I find her holding hands with a young man I've never heard of,
I find her smoking a cigarette,
I find her wearing a bikini
and looking absolutely stunning
I see now that both me AND my sister are related to her
Sifting through these photos,
I am forced to remember how little I know about my mother
how happy she was
before America
before Oklahoma
with the beaches of Crete, and ski slopes of Austria
I am forced to try to comprehend what happened to the beautiful woman
with strawberry hair
To comprehend how the world has gotten so far from where it's been
And wonder if I will have to wait another thirty years
to see where I am now as beautiful
Or if my children will think so
when they are sifting through old photos of me
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