The Misery Loves Co. (original) (raw)

They didn't have Goose. Who stocks Goose?	[20 Dec 2005\|09:51am]
Do you remember the timeyou told me that of all the animals,people are most like ducks?Oh, man.From the head of the table, I shouted you down,and you wouldn't explain, so we thought you a fool,and returned to the meal,which I'm sure was delightful,but I dont really remember.Later, I lay there knowing I'd tread water until morning,when I'd have to look pretty for bread.Joseph, I've never felt that someone knew meYou could task me to leave thisYou could ask me to believe Miss O'Learyand with bleary, tearful eyes,I'd improvise my replies.Of course, I'm just delaying our goodbyes.It was cassoulet,well, as close as could be,considering your delicate palate.Oh, my loveI'm too tired to argueGet in the car, you'vehad more than I would in a week.Sarah, I've never felt that someone knew meAnd you're no exception,but your eyes can burn my dinner.With innocence in my eyes,I'd schedule my replies.And well, I'm just delaying our goodbyes.
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They didn't have Goose. Who stocks Goose?

[20 Dec 2005|09:51am]

Do you remember the timeyou told me that of all the animals,people are most like ducks?Oh, man.From the head of the table, I shouted you down,and you wouldn't explain, so we thought you a fool,and returned to the meal,which I'm sure was delightful,but I dont really remember.Later, I lay there knowing I'd tread water until morning,when I'd have to look pretty for bread.Joseph, I've never felt that someone knew meYou could task me to leave thisYou could ask me to believe Miss O'Learyand with bleary, tearful eyes,I'd improvise my replies.Of course, I'm just delaying our goodbyes.It was cassoulet,well, as close as could be,considering your delicate palate.Oh, my loveI'm too tired to argueGet in the car, you'vehad more than I would in a week.Sarah, I've never felt that someone knew meAnd you're no exception,but your eyes can burn my dinner.With innocence in my eyes,I'd schedule my replies.And well, I'm just delaying our goodbyes.

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'Monsters'	[11 Nov 2005\|04:43am]
If our love was a vampireI would have staked itIf our love was a zombieit would have stayed deadIf our love was the Loch Ness Monsterthey'd say that we faked itBut our love's not a monsterNo, our love's not a monsterIf our love was the wolfmanI would have shot itIf our love was a mutant virusI doubt I'd have caught itIf our love was a billowing ghostyou'd have told me to knot itBut our love's not a monsterNo, our love's not a monsterBecause monsters will take you to places you don't want to goMonsters swim in black lagoons and crush TokyoMonsters will never be sated until they meet their equalAnd when monsters die you know that they'll come back in the sequelBut our love's not a monsterNo, our love's not a monster
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'Monsters'

[11 Nov 2005|04:43am]

If our love was a vampireI would have staked itIf our love was a zombieit would have stayed deadIf our love was the Loch Ness Monsterthey'd say that we faked itBut our love's not a monsterNo, our love's not a monsterIf our love was the wolfmanI would have shot itIf our love was a mutant virusI doubt I'd have caught itIf our love was a billowing ghostyou'd have told me to knot itBut our love's not a monsterNo, our love's not a monsterBecause monsters will take you to places you don't want to goMonsters swim in black lagoons and crush TokyoMonsters will never be sated until they meet their equalAnd when monsters die you know that they'll come back in the sequelBut our love's not a monsterNo, our love's not a monster

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'Welcome Break'	[06 Nov 2005\|11:46pm]
Motorways merge and lives convergeYou were counting off the hours since the power surgeAll those mounting worries and takeaway curriesmade up your evenings 'til you got the urge to leaveFrom the top of the bottom to the back of beyondyou can tinker and tailor and soldier onbut I can spy where we went wrongAnd so will you, before too longBoundaries shift and moods can liftBut we're ignoring all the times that you took the FifthAll my boring stories and tired allegoriesmake you lose patience 'til I get the drift and leaveFrom the top of the bottom to the back of beyondyou can tinker and tailor and soldier onbut I can spy where we went wrongAnd so will you, before too long
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'Welcome Break'

[06 Nov 2005|11:46pm]

Motorways merge and lives convergeYou were counting off the hours since the power surgeAll those mounting worries and takeaway curriesmade up your evenings 'til you got the urge to leaveFrom the top of the bottom to the back of beyondyou can tinker and tailor and soldier onbut I can spy where we went wrongAnd so will you, before too longBoundaries shift and moods can liftBut we're ignoring all the times that you took the FifthAll my boring stories and tired allegoriesmake you lose patience 'til I get the drift and leaveFrom the top of the bottom to the back of beyondyou can tinker and tailor and soldier onbut I can spy where we went wrongAnd so will you, before too long

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A Bad Start	[23 Aug 2005\|03:17pm]
I wasn’t quite sure what she said. …like she wanted me to have her repeat it,But I out of coldness instead,Told her she should fucking eat it.Which of course, made no sense, but the tension was such That the touch of her hand went ignored,As I’m bored with her clutching at straws.She screamed and turned, and I yearnedTo be elsewhere, but all I could doWas stare when IRealisedWhat she’d said.And now things are fineSince the baby has beenAnd I hope his first words of meAre nothing like mine of him.
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A Bad Start

[23 Aug 2005|03:17pm]

I wasn’t quite sure what she said. …like she wanted me to have her repeat it,But I out of coldness instead,Told her she should fucking eat it.Which of course, made no sense, but the tension was such That the touch of her hand went ignored,As I’m bored with her clutching at straws.She screamed and turned, and I yearnedTo be elsewhere, but all I could doWas stare when IRealisedWhat she’d said.And now things are fineSince the baby has beenAnd I hope his first words of meAre nothing like mine of him.

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'Declaration of Independence'	[25 Jul 2005\|02:22am]
_Last old one..._Under the tree there's a book and it's spreadto the pages we looked at and the stories we readof those Hollywood people with fictional pastsYou'd get friction burn turning the pages too fastAnd who would have thought it but me?When you caught the Greyhound to the seaand under the lights of the city nightsyou found a fiction to beand I hope that you're happy without meUnder the house there's a basement we'd gowhen the places we went to were buried in snowWe could wait for the Summer all Winter down therebut you hated the way you felt numb with no sun in your hairAnd who would have thought it but me?When you caught the Greyhound to the seaand under the clouds amongst city crowdsyou found a fiction to beand I hope that you're happy without meyeah I hope that you're happy without meI hope that you're happyI hope that you're happierI hope that you're happier without me
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'Declaration of Independence'

[25 Jul 2005|02:22am]

_Last old one..._Under the tree there's a book and it's spreadto the pages we looked at and the stories we readof those Hollywood people with fictional pastsYou'd get friction burn turning the pages too fastAnd who would have thought it but me?When you caught the Greyhound to the seaand under the lights of the city nightsyou found a fiction to beand I hope that you're happy without meUnder the house there's a basement we'd gowhen the places we went to were buried in snowWe could wait for the Summer all Winter down therebut you hated the way you felt numb with no sun in your hairAnd who would have thought it but me?When you caught the Greyhound to the seaand under the clouds amongst city crowdsyou found a fiction to beand I hope that you're happy without meyeah I hope that you're happy without meI hope that you're happyI hope that you're happierI hope that you're happier without me

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'We Thought Glass Was Liquid'	[25 Jul 2005\|02:17am]
_Another old song..._They tear it downLike it's a part of meHe wears a frownCaught from astronomyI can't break it, I can't careAbout this placeYou don't fake it, you don't dareWithout your faceWouldn't it be niceTo start a killing spreeImages of ChristAre etched eternallyI can't break it, I can't careAbout this placeYou don't fake it, you don't dareWithout your faceThe Master RaceCame down from spaceI can't break it, I can't careAbout this placeYou don't fake it, you don't dareWithout your face
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'We Thought Glass Was Liquid'

[25 Jul 2005|02:17am]

_Another old song..._They tear it downLike it's a part of meHe wears a frownCaught from astronomyI can't break it, I can't careAbout this placeYou don't fake it, you don't dareWithout your faceWouldn't it be niceTo start a killing spreeImages of ChristAre etched eternallyI can't break it, I can't careAbout this placeYou don't fake it, you don't dareWithout your faceThe Master RaceCame down from spaceI can't break it, I can't careAbout this placeYou don't fake it, you don't dareWithout your face

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'Poughkeepsie'	[25 Jul 2005\|02:15am]
_An old song, that I thought I'd put here for completeness_You never were oneTo mince your wordsNot to anyoneEver since you heardThat Preacher's sermonOn the debt of soulsIt touched a nerve andStill won't let it goYou told me that the ghost had diedI demanded a full autopsyMost of me hoped that you'd cryLike on the day we left PoughkeepsieExplained how you feltIt was me who criedSaline on asphaltAnother birthday diedYou told me that an era'd endedKnew that you'd fail to reach meAsked if you wrote where should you send itI said post it back to old PoughkeepsieThe magic's gone, and we can't go onThe magic's gone, and it was never that strong in the first place
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'Poughkeepsie'

[25 Jul 2005|02:15am]

_An old song, that I thought I'd put here for completeness_You never were oneTo mince your wordsNot to anyoneEver since you heardThat Preacher's sermonOn the debt of soulsIt touched a nerve andStill won't let it goYou told me that the ghost had diedI demanded a full autopsyMost of me hoped that you'd cryLike on the day we left PoughkeepsieExplained how you feltIt was me who criedSaline on asphaltAnother birthday diedYou told me that an era'd endedKnew that you'd fail to reach meAsked if you wrote where should you send itI said post it back to old PoughkeepsieThe magic's gone, and we can't go onThe magic's gone, and it was never that strong in the first place

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'My Son Wore The Green Beret'	[04 Jul 2005\|04:27pm]
Burning forests lit my evening skyA broken promise to finally answer whyWhy all the hate and the spite and the sight of the late Mrs Hennessey, hanging from her balcony.Burning villages on the evening newsHowling savages forcing you to chooseDo we join in the fight though we know it's not right and shoot each other for bread, or are we better off dead.My son wore the green beret, 'Oh Mother,' he'd say, 'I have done many terrible things in my day.'And I'd cradle his body as his soul made it's way out through holes that were bloody and eyes that would fade out as fever and numbing drugs made this a final homecoming.Burning questions fill my mind at nightVague suggestions of something sharp and brightBrighter than suns or explosions or bullets in motion across the capital, of when we once had it all.
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'My Son Wore The Green Beret'

[04 Jul 2005|04:27pm]

Burning forests lit my evening skyA broken promise to finally answer whyWhy all the hate and the spite and the sight of the late Mrs Hennessey, hanging from her balcony.Burning villages on the evening newsHowling savages forcing you to chooseDo we join in the fight though we know it's not right and shoot each other for bread, or are we better off dead.My son wore the green beret, 'Oh Mother,' he'd say, 'I have done many terrible things in my day.'And I'd cradle his body as his soul made it's way out through holes that were bloody and eyes that would fade out as fever and numbing drugs made this a final homecoming.Burning questions fill my mind at nightVague suggestions of something sharp and brightBrighter than suns or explosions or bullets in motion across the capital, of when we once had it all.

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'June'	[04 Jul 2005\|02:39pm]
Hey you look so tired I hope I didn't keep you upEver since you got fired I've been waiting to sweep you upBut for a damsel in distress you're a damn sight more of a mess than I'm used toWhen we first met I thought form would follow functionI know we made a bet that we would never pay attentionNow the form is good but I'm not sure that you would like what I'm reduced toJune, I know it's too soon, but I can't refuse youHey you look so young I suppose you skipped a lot of timeSpending far too long indoors while all the Winter months went byBut if it makes a difference I can say it's Christmas everytime you arriveDogs might follow wise men but that won't make them any wiserIf I don't apologise then I know that you won't do it eitherWe're walking round in circles talking down to each other just to surviveJune, I know it's too soon, but you scare me aliveHey you look so shocked I'm sorry for these revelationsBut if I hadn't talked now I would have halted operationsI can see cogs turn as you as you try to discern if I would deceive youIf you can take the downsides then I'm sure I'll find some uppersI don't want to downsize what we have made of each otherAnd when we're old and grey I'm told we'll say "You were the one I sent my reprieve to"June, I know it's too soon, but I'll never leave you
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'June'

[04 Jul 2005|02:39pm]

Hey you look so tired I hope I didn't keep you upEver since you got fired I've been waiting to sweep you upBut for a damsel in distress you're a damn sight more of a mess than I'm used toWhen we first met I thought form would follow functionI know we made a bet that we would never pay attentionNow the form is good but I'm not sure that you would like what I'm reduced toJune, I know it's too soon, but I can't refuse youHey you look so young I suppose you skipped a lot of timeSpending far too long indoors while all the Winter months went byBut if it makes a difference I can say it's Christmas everytime you arriveDogs might follow wise men but that won't make them any wiserIf I don't apologise then I know that you won't do it eitherWe're walking round in circles talking down to each other just to surviveJune, I know it's too soon, but you scare me aliveHey you look so shocked I'm sorry for these revelationsBut if I hadn't talked now I would have halted operationsI can see cogs turn as you as you try to discern if I would deceive youIf you can take the downsides then I'm sure I'll find some uppersI don't want to downsize what we have made of each otherAnd when we're old and grey I'm told we'll say "You were the one I sent my reprieve to"June, I know it's too soon, but I'll never leave you

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'This Lightning Age'	[16 Jun 2005\|03:34am]
In a city of angles you're walking wet streets as the rain beats on your templesIt's a pity you're tangled in the jumble sales and jungle tales of jezebelsIn a flurry of breakdowns, swapping bottle tops for glottal stops and sharp reliefThere's a hurry to take down all the evidence on presidents and secret chiefsIn this lightning age, can you blame the flames for wanting to surviveIn this lightning age some dreams are stillborn, the rest are buried aliveI could take another slug from you and I could pull the plug without meaning toAnd I could watch you fall on your sword, bite through sentences like umbilical cordIn a city of culture we're placing quick bets on the kismet and the arcade gamesWe're so pretty we're vultures, flying slowly round the lowly while they call us namesWe were talking for hours about why TV screens with high esteem were dangerousWhen we're walking through showers then the well wishes and promises will seem strange to usIn this lightning age, can you blame the flames for wanting to surviveIn this lightning age some dreams are stillborn, the rest are buried alive
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'This Lightning Age'

[16 Jun 2005|03:34am]

In a city of angles you're walking wet streets as the rain beats on your templesIt's a pity you're tangled in the jumble sales and jungle tales of jezebelsIn a flurry of breakdowns, swapping bottle tops for glottal stops and sharp reliefThere's a hurry to take down all the evidence on presidents and secret chiefsIn this lightning age, can you blame the flames for wanting to surviveIn this lightning age some dreams are stillborn, the rest are buried aliveI could take another slug from you and I could pull the plug without meaning toAnd I could watch you fall on your sword, bite through sentences like umbilical cordIn a city of culture we're placing quick bets on the kismet and the arcade gamesWe're so pretty we're vultures, flying slowly round the lowly while they call us namesWe were talking for hours about why TV screens with high esteem were dangerousWhen we're walking through showers then the well wishes and promises will seem strange to usIn this lightning age, can you blame the flames for wanting to surviveIn this lightning age some dreams are stillborn, the rest are buried alive

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The Day Dies Slowly	[15 Jun 2005\|09:25am]
He was handsome.He was tall.He had it all.He had a plan.He was the man with the golden shoes on.But when he put the news onHe'd always get the blues. On...... the times he'd have the cashhe'd have a bashit was a laughbut he'd always shut the curtainas when he was the dirt an'stuff outsideit made him want to die.
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Listen, Barbara.	[23 May 2005\|10:21am]
Listen, Barbara. I’m here to see Dick Jones, but afterwards I have a little free time. Maybe you could fit me in.You may not like what you are going to see.Murphy had a wife and son. What happened to them?My targeting grids are out of alignmentI’ll help you if you let me.Good business is where you find it.I’ll buy that for a dollar.
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'The Person You Love Is 72.8% Water'	[10 Apr 2005\|02:17am]
When I was a child, five or a little older,There was a while when I was scared of the cola my mother poured me,I thought I should expect a shark to swim slowly in those dark depthsAnd now that I stare into your blue eyes,I'm reminded of the dark there behind the skyThough I'm sure that you would taste so sweet I can't help wonder what sharks wait in you, for me
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'I Hate The Summertime'	[10 Apr 2005\|02:10am]
Anger gives me hopeI tell myselfGet out of the house, stop mopingIt's bad for your healthTry something else than just copingWith yourselfTraffic makes me smileI go to sleep for a whileWake up again to rememberThat I've been in denialFear gives me speedI told you thenGet out of my house, stop pleadingIt's not your styleFile me with people who've stopped needingYour attentionSunrise makes me sighI go to sleep for a whileWake up again to rememberThat I've been in denialPostcards make me smileI add them to the pileGo to bed again and rememberI'll go to sleep in a while
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'I Hate The Summertime'

[10 Apr 2005|02:10am]

Anger gives me hopeI tell myselfGet out of the house, stop mopingIt's bad for your healthTry something else than just copingWith yourselfTraffic makes me smileI go to sleep for a whileWake up again to rememberThat I've been in denialFear gives me speedI told you thenGet out of my house, stop pleadingIt's not your styleFile me with people who've stopped needingYour attentionSunrise makes me sighI go to sleep for a whileWake up again to rememberThat I've been in denialPostcards make me smileI add them to the pileGo to bed again and rememberI'll go to sleep in a while

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'Wolves and Ravens'	[10 Apr 2005\|01:58am]
I was walking with the authorWhen he turned to me and saidNeither doctors nor the deckhandsEver fixed my broken headThen he dragged me to the windowMade me look out at the nightWell the wind it was all colouredWith a million burning kitesOh count the chickens when they're dancing on the hotplatesValkyries are singing and they're checking out your iceskatesIce is on the river, ice is on the riverIf you give her what she asks for then who will give the dictates?And all the pupils couldn't focusAnd the teachers were dismayedWhen the clouds all turned their facesAnd the sun began to fadeFor with the winter comes the snowfallWith the snowfall comes the frostAnd the schools must close their classesAs the children have been lostWhile all their parents build new lobbiesRound the houses of their shameAnd the dark satanic chimneysBelch out blue and scarlet flamesOh count the chickens when they're dancing on the hotplatesRagnarok is coming and you're putting on your iceskatesIce is on the river, ice is on the riverIf you give her what she asks for then who will give the dictates?So with the deepheld set of notionsThat you picked up in the rainYou aimed at your ambitionsFired a bullet through your brainAnd as the ravens peck your eyes outAnd the wolves they tear your fleshYou'll be writing little dittiesTo the one you liked the bestIce is on the river, ice is on the riverValhalla is calling and it's an Indian giver
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'Wolves and Ravens'

[10 Apr 2005|01:58am]

I was walking with the authorWhen he turned to me and saidNeither doctors nor the deckhandsEver fixed my broken headThen he dragged me to the windowMade me look out at the nightWell the wind it was all colouredWith a million burning kitesOh count the chickens when they're dancing on the hotplatesValkyries are singing and they're checking out your iceskatesIce is on the river, ice is on the riverIf you give her what she asks for then who will give the dictates?And all the pupils couldn't focusAnd the teachers were dismayedWhen the clouds all turned their facesAnd the sun began to fadeFor with the winter comes the snowfallWith the snowfall comes the frostAnd the schools must close their classesAs the children have been lostWhile all their parents build new lobbiesRound the houses of their shameAnd the dark satanic chimneysBelch out blue and scarlet flamesOh count the chickens when they're dancing on the hotplatesRagnarok is coming and you're putting on your iceskatesIce is on the river, ice is on the riverIf you give her what she asks for then who will give the dictates?So with the deepheld set of notionsThat you picked up in the rainYou aimed at your ambitionsFired a bullet through your brainAnd as the ravens peck your eyes outAnd the wolves they tear your fleshYou'll be writing little dittiesTo the one you liked the bestIce is on the river, ice is on the riverValhalla is calling and it's an Indian giver

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'London Death Cults'	[28 Feb 2005\|07:14pm]
Down, down to London city, baby, that's where we'll goUp with the wheels and elevators, somewhere we don't knowSidestepping all those issues today for our peace of mindUnderneath all your allegations are pieces you can't find- Memories, or are they dreams, these days you cannot tellSo on the railtracks we roam so proud of words that no one else can spellRight now I've got wonder, honey, where can all this leadLeft overs on the dinner table, watching our hearts bleedBack then you know we nearly had it if we'd pulled them throughForward to four words spoken daily - "I almost love you"- Sentiments I never asked for but I will acceptSo on the afternoons we shirk so shamed by failures no one else regretsDay breaks in London city, baby, like some sweet kid's heartNightclubs and piss-stained shopping centres, this is where we'll startDawning realisation that you won't always be youngDusk brings you all the revelations, truth feels like a gunMorbidly, we act out parts of dead men with disdainSo in our hotel rooms we hide, so scared of life that no love can remain
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'London Death Cults'

[28 Feb 2005|07:14pm]

Down, down to London city, baby, that's where we'll goUp with the wheels and elevators, somewhere we don't knowSidestepping all those issues today for our peace of mindUnderneath all your allegations are pieces you can't find- Memories, or are they dreams, these days you cannot tellSo on the railtracks we roam so proud of words that no one else can spellRight now I've got wonder, honey, where can all this leadLeft overs on the dinner table, watching our hearts bleedBack then you know we nearly had it if we'd pulled them throughForward to four words spoken daily - "I almost love you"- Sentiments I never asked for but I will acceptSo on the afternoons we shirk so shamed by failures no one else regretsDay breaks in London city, baby, like some sweet kid's heartNightclubs and piss-stained shopping centres, this is where we'll startDawning realisation that you won't always be youngDusk brings you all the revelations, truth feels like a gunMorbidly, we act out parts of dead men with disdainSo in our hotel rooms we hide, so scared of life that no love can remain

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'Never Go Home'	[16 Feb 2005\|07:36pm]
If there's one thing that I've come to learnIt's to not turn on your friends from homeThey will tear you flesh from boneIf there's one place that I'll never goWhere the hope of closure waits in vainIt's a trip down memory laneBut we went there all the sameAnd if regret is the new nostalgiaThen there's things I wish I'd told youBefore we caught that trainAnd I wish that your heart was a lawSo I could feel justified in breaking itBut if I could change it all I wouldn't change a thingExcept for that tripIf there's no harm there's no foul you saidBut you'd read that in a magazineThat you'd soon forgot you'd seenIf there's no point in reminiscingThen you're missing out on self-abuseI hope those photos got some useYou could stack them underneath a nooseAnd if anger is the new compassionThen those harmful things you fashionedShould have never caused you painAnd I wish that your heart was a windowSo I could feel some satisfaction breaking itBut if I could change it all I wouldn't change a thingExcept for that trip
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'Never Go Home'

[16 Feb 2005|07:36pm]

If there's one thing that I've come to learnIt's to not turn on your friends from homeThey will tear you flesh from boneIf there's one place that I'll never goWhere the hope of closure waits in vainIt's a trip down memory laneBut we went there all the sameAnd if regret is the new nostalgiaThen there's things I wish I'd told youBefore we caught that trainAnd I wish that your heart was a lawSo I could feel justified in breaking itBut if I could change it all I wouldn't change a thingExcept for that tripIf there's no harm there's no foul you saidBut you'd read that in a magazineThat you'd soon forgot you'd seenIf there's no point in reminiscingThen you're missing out on self-abuseI hope those photos got some useYou could stack them underneath a nooseAnd if anger is the new compassionThen those harmful things you fashionedShould have never caused you painAnd I wish that your heart was a windowSo I could feel some satisfaction breaking itBut if I could change it all I wouldn't change a thingExcept for that trip

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	[16 Feb 2005\|10:15am]
I would like to see you smile with me in mind.I would like to see you try with me in mind.Then I'd like to have you lie with me.I would like to see you cry with me in mind.I would like to watch you die with me in mind.Then I'd like to have you lie with me.See, you want the world to love you, but don't we all?Just not in that way.You're over-sexed and under me, and I've never felt so futile.It wasn't hard to lie you down - I was only trying to move you.
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[16 Feb 2005|10:15am]

I would like to see you smile with me in mind.I would like to see you try with me in mind.Then I'd like to have you lie with me.I would like to see you cry with me in mind.I would like to watch you die with me in mind.Then I'd like to have you lie with me.See, you want the world to love you, but don't we all?Just not in that way.You're over-sexed and under me, and I've never felt so futile.It wasn't hard to lie you down - I was only trying to move you.

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Hey Boy	[16 Feb 2005\|09:48am]
I was sitting in a station, waiting for someone to come along and say to me, "Hey, boy, what are you doing here? Let's hit the road, and every place we go - you know we'll make it shine."No. I want to see what you've seen. I want to go where you go. I want to know what you know. I want to know what you want to know about me.I was sitting in a subway. This is where we used to eat each day, and it's empty now you're gone. Maybe it always was - I never thought too much about the world before you made it shine.Oh no. I want to know what you've seen. I want to be where you go. I want to go where you've been. I want to know what you want to know about me. I want to see what you've shown, I want to fly where you've flown, I want to be where you'll go. I want to know where you want to go wihtout me.(somewhere around this, in the "oh no" bit, there should be some other words being sung, I think... and I think... and for some reason I think they should be "you know what I want... you've been with me for some time.")
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Hey Boy

[16 Feb 2005|09:48am]

I was sitting in a station, waiting for someone to come along and say to me, "Hey, boy, what are you doing here? Let's hit the road, and every place we go - you know we'll make it shine."No. I want to see what you've seen. I want to go where you go. I want to know what you know. I want to know what you want to know about me.I was sitting in a subway. This is where we used to eat each day, and it's empty now you're gone. Maybe it always was - I never thought too much about the world before you made it shine.Oh no. I want to know what you've seen. I want to be where you go. I want to go where you've been. I want to know what you want to know about me. I want to see what you've shown, I want to fly where you've flown, I want to be where you'll go. I want to know where you want to go wihtout me.(somewhere around this, in the "oh no" bit, there should be some other words being sung, I think... and I think... and for some reason I think they should be "you know what I want... you've been with me for some time.")

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another fragment	[10 Jan 2005\|03:02pm]
_This is something I found on my computer, I have no idea what it means. I think I wrote it while drunk._in this beautiful placei am walking in hasteto reach out for the hem of your skirtit's a terrible prizewhen i look in your eyesand realise that you're feeling hurt againis this whenyou decide that you will leave me thenin this arrogant towni am walking head downto avoid all the glares of your friendswith an awkward disdaini have managed to framein the same way that light from the Sun bends awayi will stayrefracted by your pride another day
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another fragment

[10 Jan 2005|03:02pm]

_This is something I found on my computer, I have no idea what it means. I think I wrote it while drunk._in this beautiful placei am walking in hasteto reach out for the hem of your skirtit's a terrible prizewhen i look in your eyesand realise that you're feeling hurt againis this whenyou decide that you will leave me thenin this arrogant towni am walking head downto avoid all the glares of your friendswith an awkward disdaini have managed to framein the same way that light from the Sun bends awayi will stayrefracted by your pride another day

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