lyrical fitness

the lazy way they turned your head into a rest stop for the dead and did it all in gold and blue and grey.
the efforts to allay your dread, in spite of all you knew and said, were hard to see and harder still to say.
a comfort plush, all laced in lead was sent to quell your sentiment and keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay.
and when a sudden silhouette escaped the top-side of your bed i knew you'd never, ever be the same.
is is not me? am i not folded by your touch? the words you spoke, i know too much-- it's over now and not enough.
is it not me? the damage you hold inside your blush? the load you towed, you showed it up-- it's over now and i'm insane.
wild spirits winds from out your chest collides with world and wilderness. it needs a gentle hand to call it home. now surfs the sun and scales the moon and winds the waistband of her womb. all eyes ablaze the day you break your mold.
is it not me? am i not culled into your clutch? the words you spoke-- i know too much, we're closer now and said enough.
is it not me? am i not rolled into your crush? the road you choose, uloads control-- see it take me so. go throw this stone into this halfway home.

Read More

current

10. black swan - thom yorke
9. i feel better - hot chip
8. symphonies - dan black & kid cudi
7. eenie meanie - justin beiber & sean kingston
6. shiver - shawn desmond
5. halfway home - tv on the radio
4. dirty picture - taio cruz ft ke$ha
3. first kiss - 3oh!3 ft ke$ha
2. safety dance - glee cast
1. riding solo - jason derulo

' ... no one to answer to, no one that's gonna argue, no. and since i got the hold off me i'm living life now that i'm free, yeah. telling me to get my shit together; now i got my shit together, yeah. now i've made it through the weather. better days are gonna get better. i'm so sorry that it didn't work out; i'm moving on. i'm so sorry but it's over now; the pain is gone. i'm putting on my shades to cover up my eyes; i'm jumpin' in my ride i'm heading out tonight. i'm solo, i'm riding solo. i'm feeling like a star-- you can't stop my shine. i'm loving cloud nine-- my head's in the sky... '

Read More

currents

10. cannonball - the breeders
9. dog days are over - florence & the machine
8. agent orange - cage
7. the backyard - dinosaur jr
6. magic - b.o.b ft rivers cuomo
5. airplanes - b.o.b ft haley williams
4. anonanimal - andrew bird
3. lil hipster girl - lmfao
2. black swan - thom yorke
1. king of the carrot flowers pt 1 - neutral milk hotel

'... and your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor. as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for. and this room one afternoon i knew i could love you. and from above you how i sank into your soul; into that secret place where no one dares to go. and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream of all the different ways to die. each one a little more than he could dare to try... '

Read More

lyrical fitness

oh, i've just come fromt he land of the sun from a war that must be won in the name of truth.
with our soldiers so brave, your freedom we save with our rifles and grenades and some help from God.
i want to see my family; my wife and child are waiting for me. i've got to go home, i've been so alone you see.
you just can't believe the joy i did recieve when i finally got my leave and i was going home.
oh, i flew through the sky, my convictions could not lie for my country i would die and i will see it soon.
when i walked through the door my wife she lay upon the floor and with tears in here eyes did sore, i don't know why.
then i looked into her hand and i saw the telegram; said that i was a brave, brave man but that i was dead.

Read More

currents

10. sunburn - muse
9. she moves in her own way - the kooks
8. fuck this... i'm leaving -
7. eraser - thom yorke
6. airplanes - b.o.b ft haley williams
5. red dress - tv on the radio (the glitch mob remix)
4. high road - broken bells
3. naive - the kooks
2. black swan - thom yorke
1. engine - neutral milk hotel

' ... for i am an engine and i'm rolling on. the world is all bending and breaking from me. for sweetness alone, who flew out the window and landed back home in a garden of green... '

Read More

currents

10. bad reputation - joan jett
9. money to blow - birdman ft. drake & lil wayne
8. feel it (tiesto remix) - three 6 mafia, sean kingston & flo rida
7. magic - b.o.b ft rivers cuomo
6. naive - the kooks
5. black swan - thom yorke
4. opposite of adults - chiddy bang
3. airplanes - b.o.b ft haley williams
2. the dress looks nice on you - sufjan stevens
1. red dress (the glitch mob rmx) - tv on the radio

'... it's a trap, that much is plan. still, maybe send snapshots of all your sweet pain; playin' torturous games. it goes lense, light, fame. read my names on your lips when the man cracks the whip and you'll all shake your hips and you'll all dance to this without making a fist. and i know that it sounds mundane but it's a stone cold shame how they got you tame and they got me tame. so go ahead and put your red dress on; days of white robes come and gone, come and gone. oh, you rivers; oh you waters run. come bear witness to the whore of babylon... '

Read More

i feel it's almost wrong not to care...

upon spending copious amounts of time on teh interwebz (fuck) i've come to the abrupt realization that i'm a hipster.
hipster. gasp.
whether the fact that i'm acknowledging my ability to be a yuppie makes my observation null and void, but all of the stereotypical red flags are there. i'm a step away from cocaine use because it's cool and getting a tattoo of some stupid love poem in french across my wrist.
i'm a hip. ster.
what has happened?! i used to be that girl. you know, the girl that wore jeans because they're comfortable; the one who played rugby and didn't drink?
now i order gin when i go to the bar, fashionably late, of course instead of a vodka cooler. i freak out when i can't find something deliciously disheveled on my floor to wear and i find myself wanting to read the classics like bronte and dickens without being forced to by a teacher. i keep telling myself that it'll make me cultured. i find myself listening to weird conceptual music at the bar and really feeling it rather than just listening on the outside because, man, they are truly deep.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
when i scroll through my top played songs on my ipod, a part of me that went to warped tour to mosh her face off shudders. there are some mainstream songs yeah, but most of them are indie dribble that i love. i won't say it's bad music and i'm only listening to it because that's what hipsters do... i actually like it. and if that isn't the best answer a card carrying hipster could give, i don't know what is.
i'm not as fashionably conscious as a true hipster is, but i think that's just because i'm unfashionable to begin with. i can't dress myself to save my life.
but i act and talk and do all the stupid things hipsters do without even thinking.
my skinny jeans are worn ragged and i'm going to replace them with the exact same pair from urban outfitters this weekend. in fact, i love urban outfitters. i could honestly live in that store if it weren't for those frosty bitches that work there. i think they should develop an american apparel credit card because i would sooooo sign up for one. thrift stores are better than a smutty novel to get the ladyjuices flowing and the trendy area downtown has seen my face more than i think i've been in the college library.

hi, my name is getthejellytwat! and not only am i addicted to twilight and robert pattinson's face, among many, many other trivial things, i am a hipster. for my disgressions, i cannot be held accountable for anything i do past this admission of my failings.

Read More

happy 100 post

you're a part-time love and a full-time friend. the monkey on your back is the latest tren. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you. i kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train. i kiss you all starry-eyed; my body's swinging from side to side. i don't know what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
here is the church and here is the steeple; we sure are cute for two ugly people. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
the pebbles forgive me, the treest forgive me so why can't you forgive me? i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
i will find my niche in your car with my mp3, dvd, rumble-packed guitar. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, start-- just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
you are always trying to keep it real and i'm in love with how you feel . i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
we both have shiny, happy fits of rage. you want more fans, i want more stage. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
don quixote was a steel driving man-- my name is adam, i'm your biggest fan. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
squinched up your face and did a dance; you shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
but you.

Read More