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Aug 22, 2009
Bright Eyes - Loose Leaves

The story’s in the soil
Loose leaves cover the ground
There are volumes in the forest no one reads out loud
If I could take them down, off of that mountain shelf
We used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now


Yeah, we’re all too busy working
Entertaining ourselves
40 hours, television, and prescription pills

Well, I take two a day to make my brain behave
It never does, but who’s to say?
At least my doctor gets paid

So that is fine, yeah, come by
We’ll take the afternoon off
We can kiss and undress
Or if you want, just talk
Because I have got nothing real
Just empty space to fill
And you’re my girl, I like your style
Just imagine all the time we could kill

And time’s not poison
But once you drink it all, you’ll die
So let’s just sip it real slow
Yeah, we can nurse it all night
Try to believe that once it’s gone
They’ll pour another round, we’ll come back to life
Yeah, we’ll come right back…

It’s all moving fast now, yeah
And that’s what they say
And though some days still take forever
I can’t disagree
Because it seems to me
That I wake up and sleep
Look in the mirror and have no idea
What happened in-between


But I remember counting days down
Until the year could be done
So I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn
And disappear into a summer’s bliss
Of staying out and sleeping in
And getting drunk with my friends

And that’s gone and I know
That it won’t ever come back
I accept, I won’t cling to what I had in the past
But life is a slippery slope
Regret the steepest hill
Hope for the best, plan for the worst
And maybe wind up somewhere in the middle

And I’m not saying that I know what I want
But I know what I don’t
Don’t want to rot in my room
And never know what could have been
Believe what everyone else tells me is true…

Yeah, what they’ll say; “True!”
That is what they’ll say
That’s it
Believe what everyone else tells me is true
They will say: “True!”
That is what they’ll say
That’s it…

Aug 13, 20092 notes
Obvious Metaphors...

I had a dream awhile ago, where I was living at my parents’ house again, but I was a 14 year old boy (accurate), and I was in the yard with my little sister and nephew. We had a family uniform, which consisted of something not unlike a habit, but was in one piece with the top, and pants (trousers if I use my current location’slanguage) and skirts for the girls. It was UNHEARD OF not to wear it. Me and my nephew were on the swingset, while my sister played in the sandbox. It was sweltering hot, and the top was making it unbearable. I couldn’t even feel the wind when I was swinging. Something switched in me, and I could no longer understand the importance of the uniform. I took the top off and continued to swing, feeling the air all over me as if for the first time. My nephew, swinging next to me, looked absolutely shocked and very afraid, and my sister stopped playing in the sandbox and looked on with skeptical curiosity. I was overwhelmed by the freedom I felt, and yelled at my nephew to take off his top, he would never regret it. The last I remember was just feeling free and incredibly releived. I don’t know if my nephew ever took my advice, or how my actions affected my sister.

Aug 12, 2009
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