I don't go to this site for a few months and this is what happens...
Hey does that mean ALL guitar tab sites are technically illegal?
Friday, June 30, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Instant Coffee World
Height of exam period productivity - brain comes up with weird song...too much caffeine, not enough studying. Gaah...somebody shoot me.
Instant Coffee World
You were discovered in an instant world
Where you just add boiling water
The smell of coffee hits the daily grind
Smoke and metal, flashing lights
You take the suspense
As you step off the sidewalk -
Would the world stop? Or would it run you over?
Tired and blind and sleeping
With its eyes wide open
You hope doors will open
Like you hope that drugs will dull the pain
But you hear the sound of the city's
Four walls closing in
You try to scream, but who will hear you?
A tree falls in a forest that no one's in
Playing hide and seek
You can't see who you're hiding from
Or who's counting...
The days until you're gone
Sticks and stones may break your bones
Words will take up memory on your phone
The smell of home hits the back of your mind
Tears and voices, pleading eyes
The children play mums and dads
While mums and dads are playing God
Or something else they just won't tell you
Cos they love you and they're making sure
Your heart's not broken
You hope doors will open
Like you hope that drugs will dull the pain
But you hear the sound of the city's
Four walls closing in
You try to scream, but who will hear you?
A tree falls in a forest that no one's in
Playing hide and seek
You can't see who you're hiding from
Or who's counting...
The days until you're gone
Do you lie awake in dreams at night
And wonder if you're there?
And with tomorrow's daylight
You fall asleep again....
Cos you hear the sound of the city's
Four walls closing in
You try to scream, but who will hear you?
Another piece falls in a game that no one wins
Playing hide and seek
You can't see who you're hiding from
Or who's counting...
The days until you're gone
Instant Coffee World
You were discovered in an instant world
Where you just add boiling water
The smell of coffee hits the daily grind
Smoke and metal, flashing lights
You take the suspense
As you step off the sidewalk -
Would the world stop? Or would it run you over?
Tired and blind and sleeping
With its eyes wide open
You hope doors will open
Like you hope that drugs will dull the pain
But you hear the sound of the city's
Four walls closing in
You try to scream, but who will hear you?
A tree falls in a forest that no one's in
Playing hide and seek
You can't see who you're hiding from
Or who's counting...
The days until you're gone
Sticks and stones may break your bones
Words will take up memory on your phone
The smell of home hits the back of your mind
Tears and voices, pleading eyes
The children play mums and dads
While mums and dads are playing God
Or something else they just won't tell you
Cos they love you and they're making sure
Your heart's not broken
You hope doors will open
Like you hope that drugs will dull the pain
But you hear the sound of the city's
Four walls closing in
You try to scream, but who will hear you?
A tree falls in a forest that no one's in
Playing hide and seek
You can't see who you're hiding from
Or who's counting...
The days until you're gone
Do you lie awake in dreams at night
And wonder if you're there?
And with tomorrow's daylight
You fall asleep again....
Cos you hear the sound of the city's
Four walls closing in
You try to scream, but who will hear you?
Another piece falls in a game that no one wins
Playing hide and seek
You can't see who you're hiding from
Or who's counting...
The days until you're gone
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Liar Liar
I'm a liar. Especially on Sundays. I tell more lies on Sundays than I do any other day of the week. Except maybe Fridays. I can think of at least four people I lied to last Sunday. Well maybe they weren't direct lies as such, more not volunteering the whole truth. But it's all the same. Maybe you were one of those people I lied to on Sunday. Maybe I've lied to you on previous Sundays.
Why do I lie? Is it called lying if you side-step answers to questions you don't want to talk about? What if it was even for the other person's benefit that you didn't go into the truth? And I'm not referring to gossip here. How much information are you obliged to reveal about yourself in a casual conversation? Sometimes it is less painful for all parties involved to just tell a white lie.
Why do people lie? Is it because people know they just aren't articulate enough to be able to tell the truth without hurting someone else's feelings or making someone else uncomfortable? Sure, you could give the "no comment" , or "I don't really want to go into that" response, but then people are going to read their own meaning into that.
Maybe people lie because they don't expect others to be encouraging in return. Why bother telling the truth when it will just be met with indifference, misunderstanding or a condescending sort of sympathy?
Hmmm...now I kinda understand why some people stop coming to church.
Why do I lie? Is it called lying if you side-step answers to questions you don't want to talk about? What if it was even for the other person's benefit that you didn't go into the truth? And I'm not referring to gossip here. How much information are you obliged to reveal about yourself in a casual conversation? Sometimes it is less painful for all parties involved to just tell a white lie.
Why do people lie? Is it because people know they just aren't articulate enough to be able to tell the truth without hurting someone else's feelings or making someone else uncomfortable? Sure, you could give the "no comment" , or "I don't really want to go into that" response, but then people are going to read their own meaning into that.
Maybe people lie because they don't expect others to be encouraging in return. Why bother telling the truth when it will just be met with indifference, misunderstanding or a condescending sort of sympathy?
Hmmm...now I kinda understand why some people stop coming to church.
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