This weekend was half fun and half me trying not be sick. This week should be about the same--lots of honey/lemon/ginseng tea, rehearsal (we finally have shows again starting this weekend 
) and booking. Oh, and I want to see Eternal Sunshine...
In other news, I think my vocabulary is a getting a bit out of control. The dictionary is becoming my new favorite book...lyrics to our newest song to follow. Any and all forms of opinions/praise/disgust are welcome...
The (our) grand escape.
pardon my gaping holes
and the spires that rise from my floors
and the sirens that blare in my ears
by god, this is treacherous territory and
surely sir, you could pardon me
pardon megive me just a moment to flee this wretched scene
i am drowning in the mire I am, I am!
agoraphobic in this coldnesssilent, wistful and demented
this suburban sprawl is crushing methe weight of all these half-dead trees (all these half-dead trees)
and snowy, smiley pleasantries
quarantined here, doomed to repeat and repeat and repeatad nauseate
suffocate, expatriatemake a
run for runnings sake
as friends rust, our days are numbered
(this is our grand escape)
as friends rust, our ghosts will deliver us from this fate
(this is our..)
grand escape
our grand escape
this is our grand escape
our grand escape
I want to stab their eyes! out loud I cry, they lied! they lied!
now forget her face, she was a parking space in this shitty, busy city.
I will never park in this city againthe transactions to parking spaces
I will never park in this city againthe scars emblazoned on nameless faces.
And you will or will not survive thiseventually, everything comes down (everything comes down)
Eroding sand and rock and flesh and home
Just think: if you lived here, youd already be dead
a fitting match to the look founded in our eyes
a tired mantra from the mouth of an unwilling bride
as friends rust, our days are numbered
(this is our grand escape)
as friends rust, our ghosts will deliver us
(this is our..)
grand escape!
(and I say to you!) Inferior artists
Blackened syndicate of liars
the fear of being
normal is normal
normal is normal
normal is normal (and youre martyrdom makes me sick)
normal is normal
normal is normal
normal is normal (and youre martyrdom makes me sick)
newborn misologist, still hating the mind youre framed in
so state your case for escape
You can have your cake and eat it any way you please
So you think youre a fucking rebel?
Caught yourself up in a brand new state of grace?
Hold on, you dont fucking get it!
This is funeral-style my man
In here, we all must eat a little dirt to survive.
) and booking. Oh, and I want to see Eternal Sunshine...
In other news, I think my vocabulary is a getting a bit out of control. The dictionary is becoming my new favorite book...lyrics to our newest song to follow. Any and all forms of opinions/praise/disgust are welcome...
The (our) grand escape.
pardon my gaping holes
and the spires that rise from my floors
and the sirens that blare in my ears
by god, this is treacherous territory and
surely sir, you could pardon me
pardon megive me just a moment to flee this wretched scene
i am drowning in the mire I am, I am!
agoraphobic in this coldnesssilent, wistful and demented
this suburban sprawl is crushing methe weight of all these half-dead trees (all these half-dead trees)
and snowy, smiley pleasantries
quarantined here, doomed to repeat and repeat and repeatad nauseate
suffocate, expatriatemake a
run for runnings sake
as friends rust, our days are numbered
(this is our grand escape)
as friends rust, our ghosts will deliver us from this fate
(this is our..)
grand escape
our grand escape
this is our grand escape
our grand escape
I want to stab their eyes! out loud I cry, they lied! they lied!
now forget her face, she was a parking space in this shitty, busy city.
I will never park in this city againthe transactions to parking spaces
I will never park in this city againthe scars emblazoned on nameless faces.
And you will or will not survive thiseventually, everything comes down (everything comes down)
Eroding sand and rock and flesh and home
Just think: if you lived here, youd already be dead
a fitting match to the look founded in our eyes
a tired mantra from the mouth of an unwilling bride
as friends rust, our days are numbered
(this is our grand escape)
as friends rust, our ghosts will deliver us
(this is our..)
grand escape!
(and I say to you!) Inferior artists
Blackened syndicate of liars
the fear of being
normal is normal
normal is normal
normal is normal (and youre martyrdom makes me sick)
normal is normal
normal is normal
normal is normal (and youre martyrdom makes me sick)
newborn misologist, still hating the mind youre framed in
so state your case for escape
You can have your cake and eat it any way you please
So you think youre a fucking rebel?
Caught yourself up in a brand new state of grace?
Hold on, you dont fucking get it!
This is funeral-style my man
In here, we all must eat a little dirt to survive.
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