Archive for August, 2007
There I Said It
0Notes: This is a repost of “There I Said It” as one entire piece.
There I Said It (8/9/2007)
I wear my scars on my arm like the way you wear your heart
But it’s been concealed like it has been from start
It’s hard to take apart and dissect my own memories
I can’t even recall what somebody just said to me
This isn’t heavenly, this ignorance isn’t bliss
Stuck in a thought while I regret what I miss
Thinking back to the times when I couldn’t spit a diss
Back in high school, I’m still pissed at this bitch kid
He kept ragging on me like a sergeant in the army
Thinking that his words would sucker punch and harm me
But he just armed me with anger and resentment
I hope he got his fucking fill, now die in your contentment
Cause your investment only brought me to this message
A stark confession of scars and every lesson
I was one to mess with, but now I’m really right above it
Take every little smirk, now remember it and shove it
There I said it
I didn’t want to, but I had to
I know that I can hold it
But I know that I don’t have to
And when I pass you, I promise I won’t ask you
If you saw the words when I realized that I had to
I’ve never been the kid that’s understood the family
It felt like every minute, another one was mad at me
Dropping out of school, boy, was that a fucking tragedy
A life full of potential wasted and it’s sad to see
My dad was really mad at me, it’s not the way it has to be
His dreams of my success were only there to laugh at me
Not even half of me ever wanted to fulfill it
But, now every part of me begs for me to spill it
You never read this, you have never seen my rhymes
I know you hold to your beliefs like every other guy
But this is another side and a big part of my life
I even limit cursing and try to show a little pride
Still, you can go and close your eyes, I will never go and cry
I just wanted you to see there was something in this mind
I know the words don’t die even if you never read it
It’s the same thing that I’ve said, I’ll continue to repeat it
There I said it
I didn’t want to, but I had to
I know that I can hold it
But I know that I don’t have to
And when I pass you, I promise I won’t ask you
If you saw the words when I realized that I had to
Mess It Up
0Mess It Up (8/8/2007)
Anger’s like a pill that can build an addiction
Just getting my fill will kill the affliction
It’ll fill this depiction with stereo violence
Left side and right, I’m doing this stylish
I’m new to this virus, ok I’m a liar
I’ve fanned the flames of political fires
So tread the tires and hold your ground
The earth will move when I throw this down
I hope this sound is what you’ve searched for
If it’s not then I hope you hurt more
Check the lines and then flex your rhymes
This world is a stage and the best is mine
I’ll stress til nine then sleep til twelve
I’ll build the strength cause I do this well
My head will swell when you try to swing back
You got all air, can you believe that?
I speak with a reason and rhyme with purpose
These words are verbs that I go berserk with
I am so anxious, yeah call me nervous
But I won’t stop, we both deserve this
And the flow I serve with is so perfect
I’ll break the pace that I break the curve with
I don’t know much but I know for certain
I’ll take the love while you fight the verses
Despite the curses that I go absurd with
I’ll close your door and find her curtain
It might be flirting, it might be certain
Take back your hate, I’ll take what’s perfect
Notes: Fast paced and pretty simple in form. I just wanted to have a go at the people who have been pissing me off while also telling myself that I’d much rather focus on something good that’s popped up recently. I know some people prefer my deeper stuff with a larger vocabulary, but I just want to have some fun with my writing.
Wedding Thriller Dance
0I hope my wedding is fun like this. Drop some of the formalities and enjoy the time.
A thankless job
0I rarely mention Neowin on here. I guess I just liked keeping this place as separate from there as possible, to avoid any cross site issues, but I need to vent.
I spend a lot of my free time on the site moderating the forums, contributing to discussions (where I can) and posting news. I know I’m not the most charming person to begin with and anytime someone is in a position where they have to tell other people they are breaking the rules and made a mistake, they aren’t going to be making friends. I know this. It’s part of the job. What really pisses me off, though, is these assholes who think that I’m a punching bag. Every time I delete a someone’s post because it was against the rules or was part of a larger piece of crap, I have to get bitched at? Hell, tonigh, while eating my dinner no less, a problem arose and I had to take care of it. I then had to endure 5 minutes of this asshole cursing at me over instant messenger because he’s right, I have something against him, yada yada yada. Shut the fuck up you moron. How about you pull your head out of your ass and stop posting bullshit and maybe I won’t have to delete it.
Fucking jerkoffs, man. Few years ago, I would have gone off on them and probably gotten in trouble with the admins. At least I have the ability to control when i snap, now.
What About Strike Three?
0What About Strike Three? (8/5/2007)
I can’t figure out why I’m sitting here and writing
I have nothing to talk about, no bitching left for rhyming
But I’ve propped open my eyelids to work to break the silence
It’s amazing how my nothing’s more hectic than your violence
Yeah, that’s a swing and I missed, strike one is on the record
My phone is going crazy cause I got another message
Randomness, you get this, boredom is my anarchy
Shit, that’s hard to rhyme, something bout a tragedy
Another strike is down, that’s already number two now
I’m going down in fury, lets go knock another tooth out
Let’s go and have a shoot out to authenticate this bullshit
I’ll write the trigger out for you, you’d only have to pull it
A magazine of fullness, a hundred thousand pages
Some may see a bullet, but we see a lack of patience
Giving doctors patients, putting food upon their table
It almost sounds majestic, the honor of our fable
Do I seem a bit unstable? Welcome to insanity
Damn it, now I get it, thats the rhyme for anarchy
Let’s go back and start it right and fill in every lesson
I want to make it clear so you can comprehend this
Randomness, you get this, boredom is my anarchy
I know what rhymes with that, continue on in sanity
Don’t ever get so mad at me for being such a loser
I’m a stupid kind of kid, you see, a silly word abuser
Notes: I have no idea either.
Smile Empty Soul “Possession” Lyrics
3Notes: This is a cover of a Sarah McLachlan song by the same title. SES changed a few words here and there. For those of you wondering, being the first to post lyrics from a band on the site tends to draw in hits. I’m a whore, I know.
Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Will I spend forever here
And not be satisfied?
And I will be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I
Wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
Through this world I stumble
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word to find
The truth decayed
Yeah, you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words keep me alive
Smile Empty Soul “What’s Going Through My Head Right Now” Lyrics
0Notes: This is my first shot at getting the lyrics for this song from the B-Sides CD. I can’t quite get one and a half lines in the second verse, but I’ll keep trying. To view the full lyrics, just click the link at the end of the article. I didn’t want to post anything too long on the front page.
Yeah, I guess I think too much
I’m so stressed my head is fucked
It’s why it’s hard for me to breathe
All I hear is what you want
I wouldn’t care but it’s all I got
You only wish that I was free
Sometimes this world’s too hard for me
And I gotta scream and I gotta bleed
And I gotta die, that’s what I need
When I look around this place
See the empty looks on everybody’s face
And I know there’s nothing to believe
Rock and roll’s become too safe
There’s nothing punk on the airwaves
So I guess I’ll do a fucking soda commercial
All of them just sound the same
It worked for them so it worked for me
And I’m giving up on ??