Sunday, January 6, 2008

Song of the Week

this is a really good song of the album i just bought by Emery. they lyrics are amazing, but listen to the song, it will rip your face off. (*sigh* poor mr. c and his laundry problems)

Can't Stop the Killer
Emery
I'm Only a Man

You'll raise the daughter
and she'll raise a son
You'll live like two people
that wish they were one
She may not be perfect,
but oh my friend neither are you

You feel like you're waiting
for somebody to
remind you of all the things
that you're supposed to do
Careful what you reach for,
one more step and you're falling through

Your family's a joke
and your job is your life
The time spent without them
is time spent most every night
Get your house in order
'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride

you can't stop...
you can't stop the killer

you can't stop...
you can't stop the killer

I work my hands
right down to the bone-
still you don't give me what I want
You are so ungrateful,
we're more like a house than a home, oh

Please dear understand,
I'm sorry again for all that I said
How could you leave?
I swear that I'll be a better man

Well, go ahead and run, run,
run from the man with the gun in his hand
Darling I would shoot you before
I would ever let you leave
Oh, dear God

In a certain place I've kept my outs,
one for us both, two for my doubts,
I'm shaking
I'm hollow
because I know how to get this done
so I will be the only to follow,
to follow through

In a certain place I've kept my outs,
one for us both, two for my doubts
I'm shaking
I'm hollow
because I know how to get this done
so I will be the only one to follow,
to follow through with this

You kneel beside her
at the foot of the grave
Your daughter is crying
and you say she's in a better place
She was never perfect,
oh, my friend, neither were you.


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navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...