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A blog (almost) everyday pt 4
I guess I messed the experiment up. Got home a little too late.But here I am.
Dang, I don't have anything to say. I'm too tired to say anything. What do other bloggers do when they don't have anything to say? AH! I'll post song lyrics!
Anchors Away
An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts.
Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And
now the freedom of the press, has turned to freedom to impress. Perfect
hair, sells product well, like suffocating, sickly smells, the make-up
smears, like false pastels, like glossy, sugarcoated, shells.
Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight. They're buying you with fear and
lies. Turn it off until it's right, that's the news, that's all,
goodnight.
The advertising dollars buy, the right to stifle antonyms, to sterilize
the truth with fiction, so we can sing their corporate hymns. And all
of us were cowed and bought it, hardly anybody got it. While mergers
made their spires grow taller what they let you know grew smaller. And
we were scared, or too bemused, and so we still turned on the news.
Are you afraid yet? They want you to be. It will keep you coming back.
You are a loyal customer. Are you afraid yet? You should be.
And... I don't know.. some more lyrics!!! And... EXCLAIMATION POINTS!!!!!!!
Binary
blessed is the man who does prevail
doomed are the peacemakers when they fail
if hope springs eternal it never does here
i guess i lost all my hope last year
i tried to steal the moon from the sky
i am lost and lonely
i drift in space
my dreams are haunted by her face
blessed are the drifters, the stars that die
whose light expires, before goodbyes
goodbye, goodbye
binary star
you're the brightest blue by far
and up against the starry sea
i thought that you were meant for me
blessed are the meek who shall inherit
the throes of death for all their merit
the right to stumble, to fall and perish
doomed are those who hold and cherish
i tried to steal the moon from the sky
you hide behind your broken wings
your dreams are all for better things
and in the dark we climb this slope
cause the bravest thing is always hope
goodbye, goodbye
Ok, so there you have it. My most pointless entries. Good lyrics though, right? haha.
Dang, I don't have anything to say. I'm too tired to say anything. What do other bloggers do when they don't have anything to say? AH! I'll post song lyrics!
Anchors Away
An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts.
Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And
now the freedom of the press, has turned to freedom to impress. Perfect
hair, sells product well, like suffocating, sickly smells, the make-up
smears, like false pastels, like glossy, sugarcoated, shells.
Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight. They're buying you with fear and
lies. Turn it off until it's right, that's the news, that's all,
goodnight.
The advertising dollars buy, the right to stifle antonyms, to sterilize
the truth with fiction, so we can sing their corporate hymns. And all
of us were cowed and bought it, hardly anybody got it. While mergers
made their spires grow taller what they let you know grew smaller. And
we were scared, or too bemused, and so we still turned on the news.
Are you afraid yet? They want you to be. It will keep you coming back.
You are a loyal customer. Are you afraid yet? You should be.
And... I don't know.. some more lyrics!!! And... EXCLAIMATION POINTS!!!!!!!
Binary
blessed is the man who does prevail
doomed are the peacemakers when they fail
if hope springs eternal it never does here
i guess i lost all my hope last year
i tried to steal the moon from the sky
i am lost and lonely
i drift in space
my dreams are haunted by her face
blessed are the drifters, the stars that die
whose light expires, before goodbyes
goodbye, goodbye
binary star
you're the brightest blue by far
and up against the starry sea
i thought that you were meant for me
blessed are the meek who shall inherit
the throes of death for all their merit
the right to stumble, to fall and perish
doomed are those who hold and cherish
i tried to steal the moon from the sky
you hide behind your broken wings
your dreams are all for better things
and in the dark we climb this slope
cause the bravest thing is always hope
goodbye, goodbye
Ok, so there you have it. My most pointless entries. Good lyrics though, right? haha.
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