Currently Listening Southern Weather By The Almost Dirty & Left Out see related

A Song About Indie Music or the so called genre that is getting a not so gentle feeling from me now

I’ve got a Ribbon of Slow Individuation

Whistle love dangle it on a string, melted cages kings are baffled

I am restless and the giraffes are tired

I’ve got a ribbon of the angled type

Some may say I hold a skewed view of reality

Well if I do at least I have something to hold onto

What is real? This is fake? what is posing as an identical snowflake?

I am bold, not so old but not complacent

I am cold it’s shone in the bottom of the basement

The sidewalks are growing humane

The pavement in anger retaliates to the pain

Rival me: I dare thee to hold aloft the balloon you hold callously

Revile me: bow before me, this is not what it started out as

I caused a rift in the ocean I buried you alive in the sand

Then sat a while to watch a ceasefire and all I got was a reprimand

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa no ego, you have no ego to please

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa no ego, I have an ego

Fear of stages, pots that are planted in the factory are always forgotten

Old stimulants the part where you found your first match

With it you lit a fire and now I’ve got ribbons of the angled type

Here by my side I sit with a mercury pen

Writing planets and sewing wings to your head

They say I’ve lost sight of everything

This is a dream world I’ve been covered by water

This is a dream world I’ve passed it off as a liar

Rival me: I dare thee to shiver close, hastily

Revile me: bow before me, now you bore me but I accept patiently

I caused a rift in the ocean I buried you alive in the sand

Then sat a while to watch a ceasefire and all I got was a reprimand

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa no ego, you have no ego to please

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa no ego, I have an ego but now you’ve destroyed everything

Currently Listening Dead Man's Party By Oingo Boingo see related

Excalibur Beats Light Saber

Buried in the deep blue sea behind me

Set for life or something like it, a clever way to say you love me

(We are together); lift you up out of the water

The sparkle and the cure are built in deep

And maybe it’s depressing how you keep on getting (while we don’t receive)

And maybe I just keep forgetting what brought us here (that could be the problem)

I’m in need of a simple false and guiding light

Yeah it turns off as you turn your head it goes invisible

((I’m one for all and I’m for all speed ahead))

I don’t believe in science, I’ll believe in something when I’m dead

I’m not a picture book to be put back on the shelf

With a hand stuck in this jar I can read it myself

Connect the dots; it will always be dark here

(Play the plot and don’t withdraw)

A mile between a curse and full open apology

(I’m not calling you out I’m just holding out the claw)

The windows glazing over, like your eyes; how can the sun shine here?

In mid October it feels like July but (there’s no sun here)

(I laid it down, built on solid wood)

(Until the ice came around I had no need for rescue until after the flood; it turned to water, turned to wine and now it’s turning into blood)

[repeat]

I’m in need of a simple false and guiding light

Yeah it turns off as you turn your head it goes invisible

((I’m one for all and I’m for all speed ahead))

I don’t believe in science, I’ll believe in something when I’m dead

I’m not a picture book to be put back on the shelf

With a hand stuck in this jar I can read it myself

Until the flood came around

Until the blood started to flow

Until the ice started caking on the old oaks in the courtyard

Was I aware of what could happen

Well now I’m there and they caught me napping

I’m in need of a simple false and guiding light

Yeah it turns off as you turn your head it goes invisible

((I’m one for all and I’m for all speed ahead))

I don’t believe in science, I’ll believe in something when I’m dead

I’m not a picture book to be put back on the shelf

With a hand stuck in this jar I can read it myself

((I laid it down, built on solid wood))

((Until the ice came around I had no need for rescue until after the flood; it turned to water, turned to wine and now it’s turning into blood))

[repeat]

Currently Listening Oh! Gravity. By Switchfoot see related

So I Officialy don't like ice, especially like...6 inches of ice...all over everything.

I found out a ghetto way to keep it from sticking to my windshield overnight though.