Monday, August 01, 2005

He flung himself on his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long I think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
And I've got some friends some that I hardly know
We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
     -- Rise Against, "Swing Life Away"


Keep away from people who belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.
     -- Mark Twain


She's cold and she's cruel
But she knows what she's doin'
Knows just what to say
So my whole day is ruined...
Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself...
She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep comin' back for more...
     -- Click Five, "Just the Girl"

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