| Sister of Bat - I didn‘t Like The Way They Were Looking at You. |
[25 Oct 2006|02:56am] |
FUTURE!
Thermometer
I will take you
Out of your perfect plastic packaging
And place you in my mouth
Thermometer
I will take you
Out of your perfect plastic packaging
And place you in my mouth
I never feel so well,
I guess it’s because of the way I’ve been eating
I never feel so well,
I guess it’s because of the way I’ve been sleeping
I never feel so well,
I guess it’s because of the way I’ve been drinking
Do you feel the fever in my blood?
Do you feel the fever in my bones?
Do you feel the fever in my skin?
Do you feel the fever in my heart?
Sweats fever
Everywhere.
Thermometer
I will take you
Out of your perfect plastic packaging
And place you in my mouth
Thermometer
I will take you
Out of your perfect plastic packaging
And place you in my mouth
I never feel so well,
I guess it’s because of the way I’ve been eating
I never feel so well,
I guess it’s because of the way I’ve been sleeping
I never feel so well,
I guess it’s because of the way I’ve been drinking
Do you know something that I don’t know?
I will agree with you when the results return.
Do you know something that I don’t know?
I will agree with you when the results return.
Do you know something that I don’t know?
I don’t
Know lots of things.
About My Name:
Do you wonder about my band name?
It’s the bats - I do it all for the bats
The way they hang from their feet
Seems nice to me
I have always wanted to fly naked
Through the trees - Grazing fruit
The way they eat their fruit
Seems beautiful to me
I know, I can relate
Because bats are really very pretty
But people think they’re very scary
And that is what’s terribly
Wrong with We
Do you wonder about my band name?
It’s the bats - I do it all for the bats
I am hopelessly and intensely in love with the bats
They are all I want to be
I know, I can relate
Because bats are really very pretty
But people think they’re very scary
And that is what’s terribly
Wrong with We
Younger Boys Make More Noise/
Older Boys Have Less Toys:
I can’t decide
Who to make love with
My mom she told me
I’ve got to pick a side
And these wise words she told me:
Younger boys make more noise
Older boys have less toys
Oh, the problem is huge for me!
I can’t seem to tell the difference,
Toys make noise and noise makes toys
The talk talk talk at the toy factory,
They clank clank clank with their train-sets
Oh, the problem is huge for me!
I do like toys an awful lot but I also like to talk talk talk
I can’t decide
Who to make love with
My mom she told me
I’ve got to pick a side
And these wise words she told me:
Younger boys make more noise
Older boys have less toys
And I do like toys an awful lot but I also like to talk talk talk
And I do like toys an awful lot but I also like to talk talk talk
And I do like toys an awful lot but I also like to talk talk talk
And I do like toys an awful lot but I also like to talk talk talk
And I do like toys an awful lot but I also like to talk talk talk
I don’t need you:
I don’t need you to scream away my midnights
I can do it all myself!
I don’t need you to cry away my mornings
Anything you can do
I can do better
I don’t need you to want to die
I do it on my own
I don’t need you to want to die
I do it on my own
I don’t need you to scream away my midnights
I can do it all myself!
I don’t need you to cry away my mornings
Anything you can do
I can do better
I don’t need you to want to die
I do it on my own
I don’t need you to want to die
I do it on my own
I wish my audience
Could know me
When I was younger
I wish my audience
Could know me
When I was
Young, bright, happy.
Applesauce Applesauce:
Applesauce applesauce
You make the pill go down
For me!
For me!
Antibiotics
Given to fix my lung!
Oh yum!
Oh yum!
Applesauce applesauce
You make the pill go down
For me!
For me!
I think we all agree that
Apples are a red baby
They make flapjacks
And flavor tea
And make the pills go down
For me!
For me!
I think we all agree that
The source of life’s an apple tree
They feed you
They feed me
And make the pills go down!
Applesauce,
apple tree.
When We Drink, When We Drug:
Just ask poppa this one thing for me
Ask with fear
When we drink beer
Why do wolves appear?
Just ask momma this one thing for me
Whisper in’er ear
When we do drugs
Why do we make love?
Now this is something odd for me
To sing about, to truly see
Although I drink ten beers a night,
I’ve never done nose or needle drugs
Just ask poppa this one thing for me
Ask with fear
When we drink beer
Why do wolves appear?
Just ask momma this one thing for me
Whisper in’er ear
When we do drugs
Why do we make love?
Now this is something odd for me
To sing about, to truly see
Although I drink ten beers a night,
I’ve never done nose or needle drugs
When we Drink, When we Drug
We see God!
I should think to interview some junkies.
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----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: Auf Wiedersehen, Luke
Date: May 6, 2006 12:25 PM
what are we doing today?
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From: lizmar tissot
Date: May 6, 2006 12:42 PM
each other
's homework??
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From: Auf Wiedersehen, Luke
Date: May 6, 2006 2:05 PM
i wish. my math homework is SO HARD.
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From: Auf Wiedersehen, Luke
Date: May 6, 2006 3:01 PM
mine too!
and to top it off, i can barely even read the instructions to my english assignment because i spilled a glass of water on it and now the paper is SO WET.
also there is this one really difficult algebra question. to find the answer i will have to PENETRATE my mind, HARD.
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“- and to think,” she whispered, (at first), “that we spend every evening drowning our good intentions in liquor!” (and ending in a howl.)
“darling you mustn’t slur. it makes you all too obvious.” he grabbed for her left hand, which was clutching a book so murderously that her knuckles had grown white. noticing this, he slowly unglued her fingers from the spoiled leather binding, and brought them to his own to stroke her hands until the blood began to flow a little better, until her knuckles returned to their usual shade of pink.
“i noticed the pink in you when i very first met you. pink is such a…girlish color, one that i have always prided myself on never seeing in things. the sunset to me was always purples and blues, oranges and yellows…i feel, to be a man, you have to keep some sense of nobility, and pink was never a gracious color. to be taken seriously, i suppose, is to never wear pink, to ignore it’s hateful presence all together.”
she took a lazy swig, becoming gradually and then suddenly very drunk, “you remind me so much of a lost deer at times. so often you are very sturdy and poetic with your movements, but you wander around certain subjects so aimlessly, without knowing why. i can’t imagine why you would hate the color pink. it’s everywhere; in our organs – the heart that pumps the blood through our brains, secret parts, through which we make love, and like you mentioned, sunsets. a sunset is primarily pink, brilliantly pink – pink is flesh, and life. to be alive is to be pink, and to never see pink is to never really see life, or to never have been alive.”
“darling you’re being a child, fishing for compliments like you are... my point was that, to me, you are all of my years…my existence. the first time i realized i was alive, i mean really alive, was when i saw you. it was when i discovered i could curl my fingers together, or pick up an apple, or see the shape of my face in the reflection on the water down by the dock…i had no idea how valid and true i was until i saw the pink of your palms. i won’t say it again – you’ve got me really drunk here.” he straightened his suit and sat up for a second, as if he wanted her to follow him. she didn’t follow him – she had always been difficult like that.
“do you think we’re doing alright?” she dodged his eyes as she spoke, knowing this would worry him. and, without doubt, he became frightened, thinking she was asking about the state of their relationship. at this thought he snatched her face in his hands, and really looked at her, never looking through her like some men did, who focused instead on a moment in the future when they would be covered in her breasts.
“it’s just…sometimes i think it’s better to get lost in dreams than to realize that we’re alive. sometimes i like to feel dead, as if i were a cloud of smoke from a blown-out candle. at times it’s best to look down and stay seated.”
she finally allowed her eyes to match his concentration, and at that moment he realized that what mattered most is that even in his dreams he felt, at least, alive.
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to love the sound of a broken bell
to feel the quake that travels to her bones
to be at peace, to finally obtain some rest
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