Russian Gang

I was in the middle of a Russian gang fight today. Twas exciting.
Today I really got into character in MT. It was good.
Anyways I wanted to share some snippits of things...

i don’t know where we’re going
but i know we’ve gone too far and
i hope it isn’t showing
but i think i love you and
i can’t believe you’re leaving
just when i let you in and
when you had me believing
i could feel again

well, the girl next door might have cancer
and the hospital nearby’s got the answer, but
she’s never been there, can’t afford healthcare
in the arms of the home of the brave, she’s carried to her grave

this is for the world trade center, for columbine
for oklahoma city and the lost and lonely friends of mine
for ireland, iran, iraq
and the suffering caused by the indian ocean’s attack
for falun gong and the berlin wall
the homeless, the hungry, and slaves to drugs and alcohol
indian, australian, african slaves
native americans whose amber waves of grain
were melted down into white men’s riches
victims of war and for salem’s witches
for boys who were told to act more like boys
and girls who were told to only play with girl toys
the voiceless, forgotten, plagued by disease
god help us please, please, please

breaking up is hard to do
but waking up is harder
i had plans, and they fell through
now i’m back to beg and barter

i’m carving words in my arms, baby
hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
i need the touch of a hand
this isn’t what i had planned

i need relief from this life
i wanna slip away into the night
don’t wanna see the sun again
but can’t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind
i wish the ocean was warm
i feel like drowning

i’m losing my faith in me
i can’t remember the last time i felt free
from voices inside my head
when i taste liberation, they just feed me fear instead

well, that’s the way the fairy tale goes
boy meets girl and they wed with roses
but that’s not the way it seems to be
and i’m pissed that they lied to me
cuz boy meets boy and boy runs away
or girl meets girl and she’s afraid to stay
we end up home alone watching court tv
not living ever after happily

you’re right
you are prince charming
onto the next princess when he’s bored with the last
he’s the hero of every story
he’s got his chapter in every girl’s book
he walks away with all the honor and glory
but i wonder what else he took

goodbye, prince charming
and drown sleeping beauty
shove cinderella’s slipper where the sun don’t shine
toss the little mermaid back out to sea
cuz the fairy godmother had to perform another abortion today
and the seven dwarves live in the forest, of course, cuz they were driven away
but this part of the story could spark a cultural rage
so at the sound of the tone we just turn the page

he tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
but nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head
he wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in
he should have billions of dollars, cuz every asshole’s put two cents in

9 out of 10 motherfuckers agree
that his fucking foul language is a fucking travesty
but motherfucking fuck is just another fucking word
the idea a word is dirty is to him fucking absurd

cuz i don’t believe in heroes, but i believe in friends
and i believe that optimism without cynicism is a sin
just let yourself have one quote unquote bad day
i dare you to have a feeling, they’ll have you someday anyway
and what’s so wrong with feminine boys?
sorry for the euphemism
there’s a fun valley girl in this sad texas boy
and we don’t need your sexorcism

i’m an indoor person and you can suck it
my idea of the great outdoors is a nice big patio
or a cigarette on a fire escape
an air-conditioned roadtrip down a well-paved interstate
and i throw words like love and hate
around like confetti, then i watch them dissipate

and i’m almost comfortable in my own skin
i’ve walked around in it for years without fitting in
i shouldn’t have to suntan or highlight my hair
in order to feel beautiful if i don’t really care
i’m always going all the way down, but i always find my way back up
i tend to choke on dicks and emotions, drink placebo potions, cry rivers and oceans

bridge
and i can sing my own damn lullaby
and if you want a happy song, then you can write your own
i love me, i hate me, i need to escape me
but more importantly i need for you to leave me the fuck alone



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgcX9F3VZbk

That was interesting. Just some clips, from some songs. Billy The Kid and Jay Brannan. Beautiful Souls. Check them out.