Oct
02
2003
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Don’t Tear Your Sutures out.

I’ve fallen in love with Postal Service thanks to Friendjamin from work– 🙂 and this is my all time favorite song of theirs. Artemis says it’s the best break up song ever. And I agree. It’s not conventional– but still– good. Awesome, and amazing.

LYRIC SPEW! Postal Service, Nothing Better

Will someone please call a surgeon who can

crack my ribs and repair this broken heart that

you’re deserting for better company?

I can’t accept that it’s over: I will block the door

like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter

of a tied-game of rivalry

So just say how to make it right

and I swear I’ll do my best to comply

Tell me am I right to think that there could be

nothing better

then making you my bride and slowly growing

old together

I feel I must interject here, you’re getting carried

away, feeling sorry for youself with these

revisions and gaps in history.

So let me help you remember. I’ve made charts

and graphs that should finally make it clear.

I’ve prepared a lecture on why I have to leave

So please back away and let me go

I can’t my darling I love you so…

Tell me am I right to think that there could be

nothing better

than making you my bride and slowly growing

old together

don’t you feed me lines about some idealistic

future

your heart won’t heal right if you keep tearing

out the sutures

I admit that I have made mistakes and I swear

I’ll never wrong you again

you’ve got a lure I can’t deny, but you’ve had

your chance so say goodbye

Derringer Meryl [Ripping sutures] Out

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Sep
27
2003
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You are the drama queen, young and sweet

Lyric Spew, Dido, Here With Me

I didn’t hear you leave

I wonder how am I still here

And I don’t want to move a thing

It might change my memory

Oh I am what I am

I’ll do what I want

But I can’t hide

I won’t go

I won’t sleep

I can’t breathe

Until you’re resting here with me

I won’t leave

I can’t hide

I cannot be

Until you’re resting here with me

I don’t want to call my friends

They might wake me from this dream

And I can’t leave this bed

Risk forgetting all that’s been

I regret ever calling out to anyone. If i could only go back to that heavenly dream– so many mistakes i’ve made… so much that i wish… i wish i could take back. instead– i press forward, with only the nightmares of what could have been to haunt me. And each night i pray for better dreams. For no dreams. And God won’t grant me rest from my torment. my penance. for what i did. i loved. i should know. i should know by now. that i can’t– that i wasn’t meant to. and then i tried. and i don’t blame you. i don’t blame God. I blame myself. for reaching towards heaven. too high. you think i’d learn — oh icarus.

you’re my brother in spirit now, icarus.

Derringer Meryl [drama queen] out

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Sep
19
2003
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Brains? What Brains? I switched mine for a bottle of Caffine

*dances* I’m off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz…. err.. something. I’m actually off to work in a little while (Hi-Ho Hi-Ho, it’s off to work I go…) and then I’ll be all hyper cheerleader girl on speed there. WAHOO!

Anyway I thought i’d drop a spew ‘fore i go. 🙂 Toad the Wet Sprocket, Good Intentions

it’s hard to rely on my good intentions

when my head’s full of things that i can’t mention

seems i usually get things right

but i can’t understand what i did last night

it’s hard to rely on my own good senses

when i miss so much that requires attention

have to laugh at myself sometimes

and i can see that i’m not blind

there’s little relief

give us reprieve

for all the things i’ve left behind

i’m positive that i’m not blind

i’m not afraid things won’t get better

but it feels like this has gone on forever

you have to cry with your own blue tears

have to laugh with your own good cheer

it’s hard to rely on my good intentions

when my head’s full of things that i can’t mention

seems i usually get things right

but i can’t understand what i did last night

there’s little relief

give us reprieve

imagining the world outside

i’m positive that i’m not blind

i can’t be hard on you

’cause you know i’ve been there too

learned a lot of things from you

but life gives little relief

give us reprieve

and when everyone is cold as ice

i clinch my fists and close my eyes

imagining the world outside

but i can see that i’m not blind

Derringer Meryl [my mind is full of things that i can’t mention] Out

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Sep
15
2003
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Yeah– i’ll think twice

Day Sucks. Life sucks. stuff sucks. *sighs* i’m going to be a big girl, and pick myself up, and move on. I don’t have time to waste on this. I don’t have a life to waste on this. I can’t spend my life loving him, when there are so many others, so willing…

so ready..? and I don’t know what his obsession with picking girls who are in serious relationships. I dont’ know why he can’t love me– why it can’t be something special– why life has to turn this way. But i’m sure that someone else who knows more than me– knows that we can’t be together, and is doing this to keep it right. *frowns* This has to be right. I have to put all my faith in the fact that this is right,

so much in my life is changing now. My Job, my heart. I can’t …

i can’t bear to watch, to go, to move. and it hurts. physically. Change hurts me physically. My legs hurt, and my head hurts. and i jsut want to die inside.

So lyric spew. Think Twice, Eve6

When all is said and done

And dead does he love you

The way that I do

Beathing in lighting

Tonight’s fighting

I feel the hurt so physical

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around I’ll let you feel the burn

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around come around no more

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around I’ll let you feel the burn

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around no more

She spreads her love

She burns me up

I can’t let go

I can’t get out

I’ve said enough

Enough by now

I can’t let go

I can’t get out

Wait till the day you finally see

I’ve been here waiting patiently

Crossing my fingers and my t’s

She cried on my shoulder begging please

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around I’ll let you feel the burn

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around come around no more

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around I’ll let you feel the burn

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around no more

She spreads her love

She burns me up

I can’t let go

I can’t get out

I’ve said enough

Enough by now

I can’t let go

I can’t get out

What is it you really want

I’m tired of asking

You come wasted

When I showed up and he was there

I tried my best to grin and bear

And took the stairs but didn’t stop at the street

And as we speak I’m going down

Cause she spread her love

And burnt me up

I can’t let go

I can’t get out

I’ve said enough

Enough by now

I can’t let go

I can’t get out

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around I’ll let you feel the burn

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around come around no more

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around I’ll let you feel the burn

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around no more

Derringer Meryl [thinking fifty times] Out

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Sep
14
2003
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a screwed up beginning to this week.

Siblings. Some would say they are a blessing and a curse. I’m finding them just a curse. The curse of the annoying, the judging, the unloving, and the moody. Oh Yes, I should love them always, and good grief do I try. I never verbally judge them, at least i don’t think i do. But cheese and rice….

My older brother decides that he should tell my dad that once someone asked me to move in with them. good grief. I don’t think i can trust them with anything. at all. so i’m moving into complete anger mode.

my sister in law thinks that i love friendjamin, but i don’t. He’s a funny guy, and he understands a lot, but no. I don’t. Guess what great and spifforific source my sister in law got this infactual information from? My nephrew, who’s four. I’m sick and tired of people assuming they know what’s going on in my life, then giving me advice on it.

Oh, and of course my sister in law couldn’t bring this up in ya know, private, because that’s not her way. She’s a fetching pot stirrer. she knows what she’s doing, and when and why to do it. *mutters* and apparently i swear too much in my blog. It’s a damn good thing certain people don’t have access to my personal journal. Jerks.

*hmph*

anyway, the lyric spew for today is going to be … um… a Tony Bennett Tune…. which is also a gershwin song too. Yippie. Have a happy week 😀

They Can’t Take That Away From Me

There are many many crazy things

That will keep me loving you

And with your permission

May I list a few

The way you wear your hat

The way you sip your tea

The memory of all that

No they can’t take that away from me

The way your smile just beams

The way you sing off key

The way you haunt my dreams

No they can’t take that away from me

We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love

But I’ll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife23

The way we danced till three

The way you changed my life

No they can’t take that away from me

Derringer Meryl [you took it away right nicely thanks] Out

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