| mewithoutYou – Fox's Dream of the Log Flume Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Here's what I got when I tried to figure it out last night. ? practically alive mistook sign for signified and sowed sins that often tried to run along the cliff like gathering swine inside my word rosen (?) anchored fins wandering if we were someone better then or maybe just better able to pretend and what better means to our inevitable end oh i don't know if i know though so some with certainty insist no certainty exists well i'm certain enough of this the past fourteen years, there's only one girl i've kissed in the blistering heat of the asbury pier we sat quiet as monks on a ferris wheel looking down at the ? howl at the sea i asked her if there ever occured a fantasy where you pushed little kids from the tops of the rides and she shook her head no and i said oh neither do i and with my grandma's ring i went down on one knee and then suddenly catastrophe a sin (?) part of me like a fiberglass ghost the ? of my inconveniently selected memory as a ? you mercifully withdrew all the bearing points we thought we knew phase (?) run, phase set clock or caught a shot we sailed waywardly on singing our midnight archer song until well past dawn it's still dark on the deck of our boat haphazardly blown broken arose our aimless arrow words still mean a thing so i think it's pretty obvious that there's no God and there's definitely a God i dreamt on the rocks at the asbury dune that you jumped the top of the log flume and they gather like wolves on the boardwalk but well they're howling for answers no wolf can know i charged at the waves with a glass in my hand i was tossed like a ball at the bottle stand and i landed beside your names on the stone where your cold fingers wrapped around my ankle bones maybe ten feet away was a star thousands of times the size of our sun exploding like tiny balloons you throw darts at swept until our chest was full of yarn we spun from shed (?) in the wool socks from where the ? grows sheered the ? hours before the rooster crows the price of german silver fell threw this huge (?) tailors down the superstition well |
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| Oh, Sleeper – IN ALL HONESTY Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Cody Bonette! :D | |
| Jon Foreman – Lord Save Me From Myself Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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"Yea, this world is where I breathe Let it never be called home" It gets me every time. Beautiful. :) |
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| The Devil Wears Prada – I Hate Buffering Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| I think the vertebrae with no spine is a metaphor for contradiction. In order to be a vertebrae you must have a spine or a backbone. This may be a reference to Christians who are supposed to have a backbone in Christ, but instead go off and continue sinning even though they have new life in Christ. | |
| The Devil Wears Prada – I Hate Buffering Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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haha. Yepp. I didn't expect to get this thing so early. |
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| The Devil Wears Prada – I Hate Buffering Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Straight from the booklet: Confidence blurred by arrogance And the self-worship continues Who is an artist? You can't decide for yourself Straight lines, I see straight lines, But they control sloppily, studpidly Keep that golden, celebrity character to your own conscience Take a breath and rest your jaw A vertebrae with no spine Our entertainment: a mockery With every laugh and every joke the actor's lungs become more dense with damnation Don't mistake my intentions for superiority, let's make that clear This isn't right and the worst part is we're not pretending Don't memorize these names Eternally This world will run dry and we'll watch the clock We'll watch what we'll become Don't memorize these names Eternally Take a breath rest your jaw A vertebrae with no spine |
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| mewithoutYou – Every Thought a Thought of You Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Sounds sooo different. | |
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