Bittersweet Candy Bowl

All right, *Ninja, you win. ^_^ Dire Straits is far better than my suggestion.

What is love? Baby don’t hurt me no more…

ALL RIGHT!

@Lady D: Invisible Touch

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

You’ve got the touch! You’ve got the powaaaa!

But the truth remains
Through these old blood stains
Though it’s hurting me
Though it brings me pain…

(emo music get! ^_^)

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn’t really matter to me, to me.

*Piano*

After all is said and done
You’ve never walked, you’ve never run,
You’re a winner

You got the moves, you know the streets
Break the rules, take the heat
You’re nobody’s fool!

Transformers for the win!

Mother
Just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mother
Life had just begun
And now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Dont stop me now!
I’m having such a good time!
I”m having a ball!

Dont stop me now!
If your looking for a good time..
Just give me a call!

I’ve paid my dues
Time after time
I’ve done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I’ve made a few
I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I’ve come through

We are the champions - my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting - till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions
Of the world

EDIT: Triple Queen Win!

Why are people suddenly singing Queen?

Dadadam dam dam
Another one bites the dust

@Alex: Because Freddie Mercury is our savior!

Dadadam dam damm
Another one bites the dust

I”m a rocket ship on my way to mars!
I”m a satalite out of control!
I”m a sexy machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb abot to oh oh oh EXPLODE!!!!!

She keeps Moet et Chandon
In a pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

I’d sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
(Radio)

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds — invaded by Mars
You made ‘em laugh — you made ‘em cry
You made us feel like we could fly

So don’t become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don’t know or just don’t care
And just complain when you’re not there
You had your time, you had the power
You’ve yet to have your finest hour
(Radio)

All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what’s new?
Radio, someone still loves you!

Back chat, back chat
Ain’t no lies in what I say
Back chat, back chat
And you always get your way

But it’s aaaaallll riiiiiight noooooooowwww…

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you’re doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can’t get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

Im burning thought he sky!
2oo degrees thats why they call me mister fires up high!
Travling at the speed of light!
Im gonna make make a super sonic woman of you!

dont stop me! dont stop!hey! hey!hey1……….

Hey, Triple, you’re not sexy anymore… ^_^

Adventure seeker on an empty street,
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain and anger can’t see a way out,
It ain’t much I’m asking, I heard him say,
Gotta find me a future move out of my way,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,

Sorry just got out of the shower all wet and naked and it overloaded the sexy meter there

I thought it was me that overloaded the sexy meter. =[

I think you both should keep on dreaming. It’s cute. ^_^

(I’m sorry.)

I will dream forever!

I shall reach for the stars! 8D

Baby, just spread your wings
We’re getting higher and higher, straight off the ground
Higher and higher, who knows what we’ll find…

I’ve stumbled in a fantasy
I can’t believe the things I see
The path that I have chosen now has led me to a wall
And with each passing day
I feel a little more like something dear was lost
It rises now before me
The dark and silent barrier between
All I am and all that I would ever want to be
It’s just a travesty
Towering
Marking off the boundaries my spirit
Would erase


— Name that Song!

…No. Guess not. ^_^

@ ILB: “Dreams,” Van Halen
@ Ninja: “The Wall,” Kansas

I have both of these on my iPod, and every single song whose lyrics have been posted since I went to sleep as far as I can tell.

Finaly nice out, sunny no rain. would be a nice day to rest on the balcony if it wasent covered in pidgion crap

Maybe it’s a nice day to clean off pigeon crap and buy a BB Gun.

Pigeons are rats with wings.

But you can’t guess my emo song… ^_^

No, and I cheated my ass off to try to figure out what song that is. =_=

Songs songs songs~…

Haha, I’m smarter than Jerk. ^_^

Or more knowledgeable, at least.

In terms of music, at least.

Emo music, at least.

It is neither time-consuming nor difficult to become smarter than Jerk.

For me it is. ^_^

I can’t tell whether you’re being flattering or self-deprecating. YOUR SMILE REVEALS NOTHING. D:

No, I know jack crap about emo or rap, but I can recite histories of bands like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, etc. Not necessarily chronologically (but all my music is organized chronologically, or I try to, anyway).

…Both? ^_^

Dude! Did you see the poetry I was layin’ down last night? I was in the zone!

I am still so proud of that stuff, which I will stay until someone inevitably shows me up and I crawl back into my Sorry Hole.

I saw that. You’re quite good. Ever tried some “serious” poetry? ^_^

I won some bullshit award for writing an entire story in quatrains when I was in high school. It was about a mech and some tribal society, and it was called “The Fist of God.” I only remember the ending lines:

“With wrathful hands controlled by greed
I’m the only God I need.”
The inscription there began to rust
As the bones of man returned to dust

And something-something -

On the side, this saying odd:
“I am but the fist of God.”

When I tried that kind of thing in a creative writing poetry class in college, they told me it was juvenile. So when I wrote an incredible poem in that class that didn’t rhyme and the professor asked permission to publish it in the poetry quarterly, I told her “no.” Because she was a snob and I didn’t like her.

Hee. ^_^ Drama queen.

But that’s also very good. Juvenile, maybe, but so is Ozymandias.

Perhaps, but I never regretted the decision. I’m a story-teller at heart, so I’d rather be stuck doing what I love.

I did this awesome structure on the second poem. It went along two sides down the paper and each strain could be read separately or as a response to the other, and I’d insert a word or two along the middle to provoke the other side. Literally.

Make a book out of it! I know several who have done just that. ^_^

I tried once but I’m neither that good nor that committed.

I lost Fist of God, but I could try rewriting it. It’d fit with this project I’ve been working on, “Last Transmissions of Radio Dirkuk.” I have a fetish for apocalyptic man-versus-machine wars. That…actually might work.

Heh. Matrix much?

Meh. Their strength was in the film noir side of the first movie. Think Terminator: Salvation. They did a lot right from an action perspective but they did a lot wrong from a story-telling perspective. I draw a lot on Harlan Ellison’s work. Especially “I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.”