the inner workings of my mind...
July 05 2006
From now on, I am going to try to put the lyrics of whatever song is stuck in my head or I am listening to when I am on here. I do this because, well, some of you aren't guessing very well, and the songs that get stuck in people's heads offer a great insight into the inner workings of their mind. But you may not want to look too closely at mine: it's not the most organized, or safe.
I'll take with me every single luxury when I leave you can
Count on me for that and nothing more
(Count on me for that and nothing more)
The view from this side's not what
The view from this side's not what
I thought it'd be, promised something different
We close our eyes and let go of the wheel
It's not the quantity that bothers me
(no it's not the quantity that bothers me)
No it's not the quality that bothers me..
It's the means, twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty-twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty-twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
Well all young children listen, 'cause they've got so much to learn
(Turn it in, tune out)
We'll get you home in time to make the rent
(...Should be for free for being me)
It's not the quantity that bothers me
(no it's not the quantity that bothers me)
No it's not the quality that bothers me..
It's the means, twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty-twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty-twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
I do, I don't need you like you think
I do, I don't, I don't need you like you think
I do, I don't, I don't need you like you think
I do, you don't you just don't... leave me alone.
It's the means, twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty-twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty-twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
You're so sensitive
I am, I am a machine.
You're so sensitive
I am, I am a machine.
You're so sensitive
I am, I am a machine.
You're so sensitive
I am, I am a machine.
'twenty-twenty surgery' by taking back sunday
"Kezia, my darling, please never forget this world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette,"
Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
before she added, "the warmest of blankets is six feet of soil"
She had a perfume called Pride that smelled a lot more like Shame
When she walked into the room I was sleeping, heard her curse my father's name;
It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame
It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame
"Mother, I'm shaking while I write, tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright
There's a letter waiting for me that I have yet to read cause I know it's not from you
And you're the only one I need, I'm tired and I'm cold and I want to go to bed
But there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead"
'she who mars the skin of gods' by protest the hero
Well, to read the lyrics of that last one, it doesn't sound so great, but it really is an incredible song.