Cest-La-Vie's Journal

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  • Fuck The Radio

    by Cest-La-Vie on August 31, 2010
    So it’s always summer in California And being rich as great You’re boyfriends a dick But that’s ok You love him too much to walk away I get it Again and again and again I get it For the eighth, ninth, tenth time today So won’t you turn the station Before these 4 songs start replaying Yeah, I love music coming through in stereo But fuck the radio So love me, love me Overplay me It doesn’t matter if you change me I’m everywhere Yeah, I love music I really do I’d say I love it more than you And that’s why I don’t listen to this station ‘Cause it’s just these 4 songs replaying Yeah, I love music coming through in stereo But fuck the radio Fuck the radio
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  • Conversion Factors

    by Cest-La-Vie on August 29, 2010
    I haven't done one in a while... so I felt I needed to. ======= When September comes around And you're still off this ground I can hardly remember how you'd laugh without a sound You're eyes were either green or blue And sometimes I don't dream of you But I still see your face each night Glaring from the lighting of the moon And I can hear you're faintest sigh I didn't think we'd have to say good-bye So I walk into the gray skies And I'm looking into my own eyes There's a shadow walking closer than I ever thought could be My jeans have blackened with your swampy turf And I wonder why I'm on this earth You're only two yards away, but you've never been further away from me Well the weather's come to pass No, the clouds, they never last But it'll come back soon enough, the eye goes much too fast The sound of you when I'm alone Never fails to shake these bones I don't need to see you here To know that you have never left this home And I can hear you're faintest sigh I didn't think we'd have to say good-bye So I lie down and close my eyes And now I can see the sky All the world is golden, a sunset glowing off the lake But my world's turned a bitter gray 'Cause everything's been pulled away I'll chase this dream, 'cause really, You've got nothing left to take And I can hear you're faintest sigh I didn't think we'd have to say good-bye
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