| Good times for a change .. |
[Feb. 10th, 2005|08:48 pm] |
| [ | in the street today |
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| [ | sound affect |
| | The Smiths - ask | ] |
Good times for a change ..
See the luck i've had , could make a good man turn bad
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See the life i've had , could make a good man ... bad
So please , please , please let me let me let me
Let me get what i want this time
Lord knows it would be the first time ..
- Morrissey
Few words. Wide range ... |
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| Waking up and getting up has never been easy ,,, |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|03:14 pm] |
| [ | in the street today |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | sound affect |
| | Elastica - Waking up | ] |
Recollections ( of the times we never seen )
Levelling his time against the chaos of boredom
Levi writes lines that only share in common
The fact they all rhyme with disanchentement and sorrow
Lisa asked : “ Why won’t you write a pocketbook novel ? “
But Levi knew Lisa only tried to be kind , that even if it was crap she’d still say : “ That’s alright ! “
In love with his intelect she gets laid with other guys
What more could he expect but to feel what he writes
He wrote a small novel about the dreams that he had
Published in his blog on the internet
“ Why did you do it ? That just seems rather strange … “
Was posted as a comment on that first single day
Lisa wrote down her’s but kept them out of sight , scribbled
on a small list the supermarket type
She works as a cash attendant every single night
Works to earn enough so she can dream in her spare time
The days he spent at school are still difficult to forget
For he recalls all the bullies and their fists on his head
The runs down the corridoor never looking back
Too much time tu understand he never belonged there
He left behind college after taking his first job , delievering pizzas every night after stuffin’them in a box
Running the desert town led him sometimes to think
That maybe this was not the written novel of his dreams
Lisa wasn’t blue so she never read the Bible
But knows it by the hand since she sang on a gospel choir
About waiting for a man to take in hand all your problems
Struggling for peace of mind never trying to solve them
She got laid with her boss in the supermarket storage , she did it twice a week between May & August
The girl’s going for a raise against a sack of seeds
There’s too much bills to pay beyond her list of dreams
When you’re uncool soon you’ll know
Why do you spend time on your own
You are strange and you won’t change
As time will pass like a vacant gaze
And you’ll sit wondering why did you grow up so fast …
Now everynight that cash register shouts throughout her dreams : “ Better feel his breath tomorrow than be a pawn of big corporate squemes “. Levi told her not to worry , soon he’ll earn enough for both , for a bathroom sized apartment that she’ll eagerly call home . Then the sex will come on schedulle , the routine of each Saturday. Soon the test will turn to blue , soon the birth will be delayed. Better write another novel about a list of shattered dreams. Better call it “ Recollections of the times we never seen … “
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