Somethings have happened
I sit back & take it in.
It set my mind whirling...
You can have everything today
You're on top of the world.
You took that step further
A step I could never take with you.
I'm standing there
A piece of me begins to tear
You fade into the distance
And I walk away
Tempted to look back.
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tear's me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't wanna feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And the lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late
The truth hurts
And the lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Today's the night, tonight's the day..
http://blog.urbanoutfitters.com/media/player.html
YOU have GOT to check this out.
My ears have my "soundnapped". Right now, "Burial(benny blanco remix)" by Miike Snow feat. Neon Hitch is on repeat on my ipod. So is, " Tonight's Today" by Jack Penate. DIIVINE i say :P <--If that doesn't get you in the mood for to dance with an ice cold beer in hand, the warm rays of the setting sun on your back, toes in the sand & dancing round a bonfire, WHAT does? *I'm so in need of a long weekend away*
xoxo,
your designer walking down the road of a burnout
Friday, April 10, 2009
I took a break from work to well...create "more work"
As the title says so... I broke out this baby & my sales pitch? Well, read on.
Mom & Pop
They will @#$! you up
For Sure
Love so deep
Kills you in your sleep. It's true.
Love keeps us together
Love will keep us alive
And we- are criminals that never
broke no laws
And all- we needed was a net
to break our fall
They're searching for diamonds
They're grabbin' at straws
Sex 'n' sin
Sax 'n' violins
It's heaven
Wooden heads
Furniture with legs
For sale-
Love keeps us together.
And love will drive us insane.
AH..yes well, "touche" i say.
xOxO, Peace out..
Thursday, April 9, 2009
you bright young thing, this is your talk show on mute
Dear blogger,
tonight seems a good night to blog. Not that I usually publicly air my thoughts...no. I don't air my dirty leather ( my new "it" material lol). LIFE, geez, it's such a wide topic to ramble on about. My life alone is one heck of a story...I think the producer(s) of "The Ring" would call me up to buy my life story over & name it " The Life". It'll be a blockbuster horror film of the year. It'll start out with an interview *camera's rolling*..."The late night show with David Letterman" (b'cause that's when all my thoughts usually start pouring in like I'm god listening to a light year full of #$%!)
letterman: hi, it's so nice to have you on tonight's show..I understand you're strapped for time so
let's get right down to business.
bright young thing: Right. Fire away.
Letterman: So I understand your life's taken a rather drastic turn from where you had it heading. What's the deal? What happened?
BYT: Umm yeah...Shit happens, that's life eh? People whom I thought had my back fled like I started a plague. So I'm standing alone in this pile of #$%! & not a soul is brave enough to take a leap & grab my hand while I'm hanging off the cliff. There are 2 ways out-> A) I take their hand but at the price of me surrendering my latest pair of Cheap Mondays & YSL high tops which mean the world to me. I mean in essence, they'll be stripping me down to what?! I won't be me anymore. B) #$%! 'em all right...& just break all the nails i've got clinging on to the rockwall. Rock climb my way back up which probably means i'll get there tomorrow night, rip rip my Cheap Mondays. I won't know if i'll survive it b'cause it'll take pretty long...I'll be dead tired & there's a
high chance I could quit on myself & let go. So I chose B.
Letterman: No shit. Do you regret your route you chose now though?
BYT: Yes & no. I've got to a certain extent my freedom. But I've fallen far from my destination. Will I ever get back on course & reach there? I've no idea & I can only hope & swear on my life, I'll make it work.
Letterman: Word.
BYT: *smiles & leans back into the seat*
Letterman: So you've done a couple of great things since though. Don't you think your making some progress with your work/life..what have yous?
BYT: Well yeah fo sho?! I exhibited in NY. Just being invited was like a bright ray of light finally hit my eye b'cause I've been staring at this sun for so long. But I'm still a really long way off from where I wanna be, u know? And I'm going at it all on my own. Where I come from...what I'm doing is looked at as being in a dream...
Letterman: I know. Square pieces of #$%! I totally get you. I wanted to be a rockstar but old
with grey sideburns couldn't cut it.
BYT: haha yes well I'd still date you. You're one funny #$$ & since you get me, our convos ain't gonna be dull.
Letterman: Well check with my wife. Maybe she'll share?
BYT: Nah, it's cool.
Letterman: In a previous interview for Nylon where you fronted the cover (Kudos), I read about what you want from life . Are they all the same still? What's changed & why?
BYT: Yes, it's changed. I don't wanna be a rich #$%! (not that being richer is bad but..) I'll be really satisfied with my life if I'm able to live a decent life doing what I do best. I'd like really to be living on an island with a yacht that takes me out to a quaint lil city. Know of any?
Letterman: Nope. If I do, I'll call ya.
BYT: Cool.
Letterman: If you could describe your life in a sentence...What would it be?
BYT: "Maybe this has all been some really weird dream while I'm passed out in an alley in Amsterdam, still high."
Letterman: High? from being over visually stimulated? I read it in a previous interview that you
get your high from being visually stimulated.
BYT: Hell yeah, hahaha. From being high from visual over stimulation & not being able to express it all. This world I live in is too square. They don't have the chops to take what I'm about to dish out.
Letterman: No shit. I wanted to suntan on my lawn wearing nothing but a silver g-string. My neighbour from across yelled "god letterman, if your chops were nice to look at, I wouldn't mind all that much. Do me a favour & save my eyesight!"
BYT: no kidd.
Letterman: Well, that's all we've time for tonight. I look forward to seeing your work out some day. Watch out, this one's hot.
She takes off her YSL high tops, signs em & hands em to letterman. With everyday that passes, with every talk show that's on mute in my head...a part of me dies.
til the next ramble,
xoxo
tonight seems a good night to blog. Not that I usually publicly air my thoughts...no. I don't air my dirty leather ( my new "it" material lol). LIFE, geez, it's such a wide topic to ramble on about. My life alone is one heck of a story...I think the producer(s) of "The Ring" would call me up to buy my life story over & name it " The Life". It'll be a blockbuster horror film of the year. It'll start out with an interview *camera's rolling*..."The late night show with David Letterman" (b'cause that's when all my thoughts usually start pouring in like I'm god listening to a light year full of #$%!)
letterman: hi, it's so nice to have you on tonight's show..I understand you're strapped for time so
let's get right down to business.
bright young thing: Right. Fire away.
Letterman: So I understand your life's taken a rather drastic turn from where you had it heading. What's the deal? What happened?
BYT: Umm yeah...Shit happens, that's life eh? People whom I thought had my back fled like I started a plague. So I'm standing alone in this pile of #$%! & not a soul is brave enough to take a leap & grab my hand while I'm hanging off the cliff. There are 2 ways out-> A) I take their hand but at the price of me surrendering my latest pair of Cheap Mondays & YSL high tops which mean the world to me. I mean in essence, they'll be stripping me down to what?! I won't be me anymore. B) #$%! 'em all right...& just break all the nails i've got clinging on to the rockwall. Rock climb my way back up which probably means i'll get there tomorrow night, rip rip my Cheap Mondays. I won't know if i'll survive it b'cause it'll take pretty long...I'll be dead tired & there's a
high chance I could quit on myself & let go. So I chose B.
Letterman: No shit. Do you regret your route you chose now though?
BYT: Yes & no. I've got to a certain extent my freedom. But I've fallen far from my destination. Will I ever get back on course & reach there? I've no idea & I can only hope & swear on my life, I'll make it work.
Letterman: Word.
BYT: *smiles & leans back into the seat*
Letterman: So you've done a couple of great things since though. Don't you think your making some progress with your work/life..what have yous?
BYT: Well yeah fo sho?! I exhibited in NY. Just being invited was like a bright ray of light finally hit my eye b'cause I've been staring at this sun for so long. But I'm still a really long way off from where I wanna be, u know? And I'm going at it all on my own. Where I come from...what I'm doing is looked at as being in a dream...
Letterman: I know. Square pieces of #$%! I totally get you. I wanted to be a rockstar but old
with grey sideburns couldn't cut it.
BYT: haha yes well I'd still date you. You're one funny #$$ & since you get me, our convos ain't gonna be dull.
Letterman: Well check with my wife. Maybe she'll share?
BYT: Nah, it's cool.
Letterman: In a previous interview for Nylon where you fronted the cover (Kudos), I read about what you want from life . Are they all the same still? What's changed & why?
BYT: Yes, it's changed. I don't wanna be a rich #$%! (not that being richer is bad but..) I'll be really satisfied with my life if I'm able to live a decent life doing what I do best. I'd like really to be living on an island with a yacht that takes me out to a quaint lil city. Know of any?
Letterman: Nope. If I do, I'll call ya.
BYT: Cool.
Letterman: If you could describe your life in a sentence...What would it be?
BYT: "Maybe this has all been some really weird dream while I'm passed out in an alley in Amsterdam, still high."
Letterman: High? from being over visually stimulated? I read it in a previous interview that you
get your high from being visually stimulated.
BYT: Hell yeah, hahaha. From being high from visual over stimulation & not being able to express it all. This world I live in is too square. They don't have the chops to take what I'm about to dish out.
Letterman: No shit. I wanted to suntan on my lawn wearing nothing but a silver g-string. My neighbour from across yelled "god letterman, if your chops were nice to look at, I wouldn't mind all that much. Do me a favour & save my eyesight!"
BYT: no kidd.
Letterman: Well, that's all we've time for tonight. I look forward to seeing your work out some day. Watch out, this one's hot.
She takes off her YSL high tops, signs em & hands em to letterman. With everyday that passes, with every talk show that's on mute in my head...a part of me dies.
til the next ramble,
xoxo
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