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i really love my girlfriend (veronika)!
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[18 Sep 2007|10:00am] |
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who knew it would be this good
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| new album for the summer |
[02 Jul 2007|10:56am] |
"The Ocean"
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven,
I would wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean.
Carried by the currents to all continents' shores.
Reaching into depths where the sun’s light has never shown.
Mixed with algae and coral.
Breathed in by sharks and dolphins.
Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists.
Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers, swamps, and estuaries.
Down through limestone into the aquifer.
Purified by the county, pumped through pipes and out faucets.
Filled into a glass to meet the thirst of our children.
If I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman.
My mother once told me she would have named me Laura.
I would grow up to be strong and beautiful like her.
One day I’d find an honest man to make my husband.
We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico.
Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together.
The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water.
We would know we loved each other without having to say it.
At night we would sleep with the windows of our house left open.
Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children.
There is an Ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve.
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| lyrics to get by |
[30 Jun 2007|08:54pm] |
"Thrash Unreal"
If she wants to dance and drink all night then there’s no one that can stop her.
She’s going until the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is going to end when we’re damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time.
We do what we do to get by, and then we need a release.
You get mixed up with the wrong guys.
You get messed up on the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn’t really plan on going.
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they’re thinking.
She keeps on working for that minimum,
as if a high school education offered any other options.
They don’t know nothing about redemption.
They don’t know nothing about recovery.
Some people just ain't the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
She’s out of step with the style.
She don’t know where the actions happening.
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point where there’s not a lie in the world
that you could use to make the boys believe your still in you twenties.
She’s not waiting for them to come over and ask for the privilege.
She can still here that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983.
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her and she doesn’t care.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
If she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn’t change anything for the world.
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[09 May 2007|11:38pm] |
i have a new home that i can call my own.
anyone have cool stuff that want to let me have.
any artist wanna paint stuff so i can hang them on the walls?
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| song of the week |
[09 May 2007|07:59am] |
"White People For Peace"
East and west could not agree
So their generals gave a call and gathered at the border
With guns ready, drawn and aimed
each side was praying to a god
to bless them with strength and courage
it was in his name that artillery lit the sky on fire
the people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
But the battle raged on......
Sirens filled the air and the ground shook with war
Civilian casualties has been a cost that was predetermined
when interviewed for report victims pleaded in frustration
Their claim: That this was a war without reason
Bureacrats enraged in debate to try and reach a resolution
the people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
But the battle raged on......
The Broadcast like their prayers went unanswered and ignored
god, like the rest of the world, just watched in silence
There was purpose to be served, there were fortunes to be earned
before a peace could be called to stop a war
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
But the battle raged on......
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[27 Apr 2007|01:00pm] |
Dinesh D'Souza is comming to speak to grossmont college! it should be really interesting hearing such a character speak to us. anyone interested?
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[24 Apr 2007|09:14am] |
by the way
you now that hope will make you strange
make you blink make you blank make you sink
it will make you afraid of change
and often blame
the box with the view of the world
and the walls that fill the frame
i turn it up but then i turn it off
because i can't stand when they start to talk
about the hurting and killing
whose shoes are we filling
the damage and ruin
and the things that we're doing
we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
we gotta rewind and start it up again
because we fell across the fall line
ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
somebody saw him jump
yeah but nobody saw him slip
i guess he lost a lot of hope
and then he lost his grip
now he's lying in the freeway
in the middle of this mess
guess we lost another one
just like the other one
optimistic hypocrite
that didn't have the nerve to quit
the things that kept him wanting more
until he finally reached the core
fell across the fall line
ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
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[14 Apr 2007|12:13am] |
.A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mama said
It's just make believe
You can't believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight
Who's the one to decide that it would be alright
To put the music behind the news tonight
Well mama said
You can't believe everything you hear
The diagetic world is so unclear
So baby close your ears
On the news tonight
On the news tonight
The unobtrusive tones on the news tonight
And mama said
Mmm
Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
Mama said
It's just make believe
You cant believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight
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| didnt write it, but i will sleep to it |
[28 Mar 2007|11:37pm] |
"In The Name Of What?"
Here nothing grows. Here nothing lives. Do you dream of the future or do you live in the past? Are you out for humanity or a gender, race, or class? Are you dilligently fighting with the movement, or fighting the blind cause? If you were given freedom would that be an end? If you were given the means would you use them to your benefit?
Could you survive in this world without your fucking technology? Your conveniences that have cowardly carved a brilliant way of life, dependent on oppression of the way of nature. Pollute the environment for a cheap fix of flexing useless capabilities. All in the name of what? Our arrogance, this need for dominance. Well I am not so blind.
Despite our belief we are not the greatest species in existence. We are not the missing link, this is not advancement, the turth remains the same. As we push forward searching for our destiny, which we know damn well is death, I sing a song in desperation for the dying, those who could all be helped so easily. Those who fill your fucking plate. All in the name of what? Our arrogance, this need for dominance. Well I am not so blind.
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[28 Mar 2007|11:31pm] |
maybe i was really meant to someday become something people appreciate.
the feeling of being alive is the most wonderful feeling anyone can ever experience.
but, what does it really mean to be alive?
thats what i have been thinking about lately.
my econ teacher is quite a character.
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[27 Mar 2007|10:28am] |
oh, and like if all that wasnt enough, this morning at around 8 am i crashed into a brand new BMW!
life is just so fucking wonderful and full of surprises.
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| 1,2,3,4,take the elevator! |
[26 Mar 2007|01:03pm] |
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im pissed!, so i guess is time to write on livejournal.Besides the fact that i have been working 6 days a week and going to school full time and spending some or a lot of my free time doing homework from stupid assholes trying to turn students into another follower of this robotic system, i guess i have been pretty damn good. lets see i had a friend who i gave rides to school to and partied with some times but i dont anymore because i decided it was fair for him to give me a little gas money and he didnt, so we dont really talk anymore. i also had to pay $1,765 to immigration, which is the reason why i am completly broke. alsdkfjaosdif0ew32309i
but im still happy to be alive.
happy note...
last tuestday i went to pomona to the against me show, and it was special because i didnt have to pay for the ticket (not that i wouldnt have, but because i didnt have money) since they (against me) put me in their GUEST list. Yes, i know! it was really cool, and the cooler thing is that i acutally got to thank them in person and exchange some words with them.
it made me happy that there is still a connection between the band and the fans, it really was a great feeling.
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[09 Dec 2006|02:38am] |
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my baby is sick :(
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[06 Nov 2006|11:24pm] |
i lost my cellphone today, so give me your phone number.
NOW!
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[31 Oct 2006|07:46pm] |
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so, its about time i write something here.
life has been pretty fair with me. i am enjoying it at the most.
i have a wonderful girlfriend who i have been with for One year, One month and Six days, which is the longest relationship i have been on. whats incredible about it is that we dont fight (maybe argue every now and then, but nothing big). my mother and sister are doing good, i am doing good, life is good. the only pretty shitty thing that happened just recently is that i gave up with economics, i just couldnt do it. i loved the class but i just didnt really got it, maybe its cus on the inside i think is all bullshit and all leads to being selfish, and thats just not what i am. yes, i would love to be rich and fullfill all my wants and needs but not by making others poor or driving them out of business, i just dont want to become and insensitive human being. i decided that i am going to go for the eviromental side, i dont know yet what but i want to do something or become someone that makes a change and actually hepls people and our surrandings.
anyhows, i am doing good.
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mari, i love you and ive missed you. it sucks that i havent really gotten to see you lately but its not going to be like this all the time i promise. hm, i love you and yeah, i love you.
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| When the President Talks To God- (awesome song) |
[06 Oct 2006|12:52am] |
When the President talks to God,
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women's rights?
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike?
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute on down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind?
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed?
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
I wonder which one plays the better cop?
"We should find some jobs the ghetto's broke",
"No they're lazy George I say we don't,
Just give em' more liquor stores and dirty coke",
That's what God recommends.
When the President talks to God,
Do they drink near beer and go play golf?
While they pick which countries to invade,
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess God just calls a spade a spade,
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
Does he ever think that maybe He's not?
That that voice is just inside his head?
When he kneels next to the Presidential bed,
Does he ever smell his own bullshit?
When the President talks to God?
I doubt it.
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[26 Sep 2006|12:02am] |
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what a fucking day!
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