burningtonight's Journal

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  • Archives for April 2003
  • cherokee red

    by burningtonight on April 30, 2003
    in a pile of trash on the corner of first and park. almost as tall as the street light. we pulled over. two kids on a black and white dyno. my mom and dad bought for my birthday. just last week. we're finding our fortune here. once upon a time. brothers by a pocket knife. you traded me your secrets. i traded you all of mine. sometimes when i'm looking back now. i wish i could say i'm sorry. i'm thinking of me and you. back when things felt right. this morning we met at the playground. we sat on the side of the tractor tire. and talked of our plans for the next five days. over some cherokee red. sometime back in late november. we checked out the ice together. the rope tied around my waist. you'd pull me back if i would fall. late night. sending signals through the open blinds with flashlights. the neighbors dog would bark till early morning sunrise. some roman candles and a book of matches that night. explaining burn marks in our clothes at dinner. headlights that ran across the bedroom wall. we thought that it might be a ufo from outer space. and sometimes we crawled out on the roof. and tuned the radio into the auto-rama drive in movie show -brandtson
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  • three miles down

    by burningtonight on April 30, 2003
    Oh great here I go again I'm stuck in this rut and I'm not sure how to begin- should I tell you everything? I'm feeling out of luck so I won't see you soon 'cause I know it's too soon for you to see me- if this is the last thing you do just tell me that it's o.k. for me to have these feelings for you and that it's normal to want to call you. Oh I'm dialing the phone and I'm letting it ring for hours and I'm pretending to hear your voice- Why does my heart always beat before yours does? After a while you can make yourself believe in almost anything, so I'm making myself believe in you. -saves the day
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  • strange condition

    by burningtonight on April 30, 2003
    Read me the letter, baby, do not leave out the words. Stories and cigarettes ruined lives of lesser girls, and I wanna know, ‘cos I want you to know, and it’s a strange condition, a day in prison, it’s got me out of my head and I don’t know what I came for. Send me the money, baby, do not leave out the wage. You know you’re the best thing ever to come out of this place, hey I want you to know, ‘cos I wanna know and it’s a strange condition, a day in prison, it’s got me out of my head and I don’t know what I came for, I want you to know... it’s a strange condition, a day in prison, it’s got me out of my head and I don’t know what I came for, I want you to know, I want you to know... so leave out the others, baby, say I’m the only one, cut out the uniforms and settle with the sun, hey I want you to know, ‘cos I wanna know, and it’s a strange condition, and life in prison, it’s got me outta my head and I don’t know what I came for, I want you to know... ‘cos I wanna know, yeah I gotta know... -pete yorn
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  • detonation

    by burningtonight on April 30, 2003
    We are not the images we see I refuse to follow the fashion to its end hypocrisy is killing me on the rights of your wealth I disagree this puppets culture scars our tongues with what's unsung but we're not finished we're not done illusions of their fucking progress are always fed to us but innocence can rise again redemption a healing trust from the depths of their false dreams rebuilding, rebuilding nothing for their war nothing anymore are we all guilty ? are we all guilty ? the greed inside me waiting for our share stand up now rebuilding nothing for their war nothing anymore we're all addicted born with desperation, scorn for hopes and dreams to mourn the time we did not dare ( but it's not there ) stand up, speak out to define a future we live in silence pulling in it's what we're in this for gotta stop the war we buy and buy hypocrisy what are we in this for ? gotta stop the war I refuse to carry the flag of this country of golden guns and cynics puns as the rights of your wealth walk over me from the depths of these false dreams we're addicted born waiting at the window for the coming storm we're all addicted born with desperation scorn our hopes and dreams to mourn the time we did not dare to change the future and respect our past illusions that are fed are passing through and they won't last we are not the images we see -strike anywhere
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  • for you

    by burningtonight on April 30, 2003
    There's no words to say No words to convey This feeling inside I have for you Deep in my heart Safe from the guards Of intellect and reason Leaving me at a loss For words to express my feelings Deep in my heart Look at me losing control Thinking I have a hold But with feelings this strong I'm no longer the master Of my own emotions -tracy chapman
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  • still

    by burningtonight on April 30, 2003
    we were staring at the stars and we heard a clap of thunder then the moon gave way to rain and it tore apart the sky so we lay flat on our backs cuz in the rain no one knows you're crying on top of a mountain under the sea. in the austin moonlight after the summer heat. dance you lonely dancers won't you dance for me? i swear i will give you everything that is me did we try too hard last year? did the money make us monkeys? and with everything you fear it comes at times when you don't know you've got all this behind you a broken hand like a broken wing does not hold you back but sets you free -red animal war
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  • words for you

    by burningtonight on April 19, 2003
    everything about you is a picture worth a thousand words. try as i may i try in vain. there's more to you than i could ever hope to explain. i don't think you know. i'll never be the same again. purity stood in front of me and said "i'm clumsy and my back hurts" and i thought "you're about as beautiful as God's creation gets" and i've seen oceans and sunsets that took away my breath. and you remind me of everything that's precious in His sight and i don't think you'll ever realize just how much you've touched my life. everything i thought i knew redefined in the light of you. though the white it burns my eyes. all my shadows fall behind me. i don't think you know why i'll never be the same. try as i may i try in vain. there's more to you than i could ever explain. i can't find the words for you -brandtson amazing.. and exactly how i feel...
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