Filed under: arts
When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
the television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far
I’ve got to break away
So take my hand now
Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myself
Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There’s a thought, now you decideCompassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my handCause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
the wind in my hair and the sand at my feetWhen Superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There’s a thought, now you decideCompassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my handCause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
With the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
The Animal Song by Savage Garden
Filed under: ramblings
A bed. A bedside table. A desk. A chair. A closet. A bookshelf.
And a fireplace.
What more could a lesbian ask for?
Filed under: ramblings
A cup of coffee can so gods-be-damned enlightening it’s scary. I’m not very much a fan of the said beverage, but I admit that sometimes it’s the right thing to drink.
The bittersweet taste it leaves can awaken the senses and make you see things in a whole new perspective.
Now I see why some people so sorely need to wake up and smell the coffee.
Filed under: arts
Welcome we love you
We hate you
We love you
We want you
We need you
We wish we were like you
They say you’re a saint
You’re a whore
You’re a sinner
That he had you
He made you
He can’t live without you.Would you confess if we asked
That you nurture the urge
To declare that it’s time
To settle down
With a man of your own
You want a baby
A family
A piece of securityShut your mouth
Try not to panic
Just shut your mouth
If you can do itWhat’s your opinion on the dire situation
In our land here
Our guest here
Of course you’ll be nice here
How do you feel about god and religion
Are you good people
Bad people
Guess it doesn’t matter people.Your place
My place
Make her bring that famous face
You got some
You want some
You wanna let me get you some
We know your music but of course we’d never buy it
It’s too fake man
Right man!
(We don’t give a FUCKING DAMN!)I hear you say it
Play it smart girl
Win the game love
Give ‘em what they want
What they want to see and you could be a big star
You could go far
Make a landmark
What have you been reading you smart girl?
Win the game love
Give ‘em what they want
What they want to see and you could be a big star
You could go far
Make a landmark
Make a shit load.And the world spins by
With everybody moaning
Pissing, bitching and everyone is shitting
On their friends
On their love
On their oaths
On their honour
On their graves
Out their mouths
And their words say nothingI waited to say something
Oh shut your mouth
I wanted to say something
Just shut your mouth
I waited to say something
Oh shut your mouth
I wanted to be something
Just shut your mouthby Garbage (“Shut Your Mouth” – Version 2.0)
