on the subject of masks, here's an old one today....
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Well we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out and
Show ourselves
When everyone has gone
Some are satin some are steel
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of the stranger
But we love to try them on
Well we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?
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You may never understand
How the stranger is inspired
But he isn't always evil
And he is not always wrong
Though you drown in good intentions
You will never quench the fire
You'll give in to your desire
When the stranger comes along.
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We need masks- How do you know if you're happy and sad without one?
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damn good medicine
so, a while back, a friend of mine kept going on about this guy he had seen as an opening act for imogen heap- he said the guy was fabulous, a one-man band sort of thing, and i would love him.
cut to october, and my friend (jerry) tells me he has made arrangements for the guy to come and perform in visalia, i should totally go, i'd love it. me, i'm thinking that visalia is about 30 miles away and it's a worknight, but if it means that much to him i'll show up if i can. so, i go.
opening act is a couple of local guys, friends of jerry's, not bad at all.
then... levi weaver. i stand there as he goes up, thinking it'll be just another ang
same shit, different year?
guess it was about time to change this. not much has changed, but i was just getting tired of looking at the same old entry...
since i have nothing illuminating of my own to say, have some more ani:
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You broke me bodily
The heart ain't the half of it
And I'll never learn to laugh at it
In my good natured way
In fact I'm laughing less in general
But I learned a lot at my own funeral
And I knew you'd be the death of me
So I guess that's the price I pay
I'm trying to make new memories
In cities where we fell in love
My head just barely above
The darkest water I've ever known
You had me
part of the deal...
not that it matters, but i'm sorry.
reflecting upon the last year, and new friendships, and old ones gone horribly wrong like a slow-motion train wreck. if i could go back to last november, i think i would just stick a knife in my throat and break it off.
sometimes, it would've hurt a lot less.
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...And wasn't it meant to be fun?
Now there's no going back
and there's something undead
in your mind and your eyes
in your heart and your head
And if anyone asks how you feel
just say it was part of the deal
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Tracing your face in the way it all started
Eyes like assassins
buried in the silence of the answer
been in a linkin park sorta mood lately. back when, they were a band i never expected to like, but to my surprise, i really really do.
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what do I do to ignore what's behind me?
do I follow my fate to escape blindly?
do I hide my pride away from these bad dreams
and give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? do i
let it go and try to stand it, or do i
try to catch them red-handed?
do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
or do i trust none and live in loneliness?
the sunlight burns the skin of sleeping men
i make the right turns but i'm lost within
i put on my daily facade
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interesting points to ponder on