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July 20, 2007 - Friday
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Current mood:  crappy
Slideshow by Rufus Wainwright
Do I love you because you treat me so indifferently? Or is it the medication? Or is it me?
Do I love you because you don't want me to rub your back? Or is it the medication? Or is it you? Or is it true?
And I better be prominently featured in your next slideshow Because I paid a lot of money to get you over here, you know? And if I am not prominently featured in your next slideshow I don't know what I'm gonna do
Do I love you, or is this feeling just a little pain? A treasure chest is broken easily open And usually I am such a happy prince Behind the iron curtain, the city walls a solid prison
And I better be prominently featured in your next slideshow 'Cause I paid a lot of money to get you over here, you know? And if I am not prominently featured in your next slideshow I don't know what I'm gonna do!
Do I love you? Do I love you? Yes I do
Do I love you? Yes I do
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July 12, 2007 - Thursday
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Current mood:  drained
There Goes My Outfit by The Dears
All right, all right already you got me Broke inside and took it all away Had a speech prepared and everything Tapped phone calls from God
And now I've found a new connection Being bored is really such a chore Some of us out here don't know shit Some of us don't even want to know
Clearly this is my life There goes, there goes, there goes my outfit And I was only trying to help I was only trying to help
Just admit, I've got you by the lapels They trashed me over over and again You stood there and you said nothing That's what shattered my heart to bits
Clearly this isn't my life I'm in the dirt and in the gutter I've got mud and blood all over my face Clearly this isn't my life There goes, there goes, there goes, there goes my outfit And I was only trying to help
Clearly this isn't my life Clearly this can't be my life
 | Currently listening: Gang of Losers By The Dears Release date: 03 October, 2006 |
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July 10, 2007 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  listless
Don't Blow It by The Elected
Someone out there loves you.
You know who you are. Someone out there's waiting for you. 'Cause you're a shining star. And when the right time comes You're going to break their heart. So when the right times comes. Don't blow it. Don't throw it away.
And I'm the voice you're hearing in the dark, The one that knows your name. And I'm that choice you're making with your heart. And I'll take all the blame.
So when the right time comes don't throw it away. Yeah, when the right time comes, you'll know it. When the right time comes, you'll know it. When the right time comes, don't blow it and break your heart. So don't blow it.
 | Currently listening: Me First By The Elected Release date: 03 February, 2004 |
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June 29, 2007 - Friday
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Current mood:  excited
Logic Of A Friend by Badly Drawn Boy
There's a feast well prepared at the table And a beast licking holes in your door Make a break just as soon as you're able To run, get out of this hole Before it takes your soul
I don't know how to hide I keep my shadow alive It's easy to defend The logic of a friend And I don't know how to tell Is it heaven or hell That I'll be going to Just as long as I'm there with you
There's a clock ticking slow on the table As the light finds the cracks in your door Make a break Just as soon as your able To run, hold on to your soul Before it takes you whole
I don't know how to hide I keep my shadow alive It's easy to defend The logic of a friend And I don't know how to tell If it's heaven or hell That I'll be going to Just as long as I'm there with you
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June 26, 2007 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  enthralled
Fidelity by Regina Spektor
(Shake it up)
I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart
And suppose I never ever met you Suppose we never fell in love Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose you never ever called Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall Just to break my fall Just to break my fall Break my fall Break my fall
All my friends say that of course its gonna get better Gonna get better Better better better better Better better better
I never love nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting by heart truly I got lost In the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind All this music And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart Breaks my Heart Breaks my heart
 | Currently listening: Begin to Hope By Regina Spektor Release date: 13 June, 2006 |
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June 25, 2007 - Monday
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Current mood:  amused
Vicious World by Rufus Wainwright
Thought that maybe we'd fall in love over the phone Thought that maybe I'd really love being alone Everybody but Heaven knows how I was wrong
Oh Lord, what have I done to myself? What have I done to myself?
In this vicious world Such a vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world
Sucking on the ice, makin' eyes all by myself Didn't realize you were so top of the shelf Just you wait and see when you turn, turn 23
Oh Lord, what have I done to myself? What have I done to myself?
In this vicious world Such a vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world Such a vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world
 | Currently listening: Want One By Rufus Wainwright Release date: 23 September, 2003 |
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June 21, 2007 - Thursday
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Current mood:  crazy
Thirteen Written by Alex Chilton and Chris Bell; performed by Elliot Smith
Won't you let me walk you home from school Won't you let me meet you at the pool Maybe Friday I can, Get tickets from the dance, And I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad get off my back Tell him what we said 'bout "paint it black," Rock and roll is here to stay Come inside now it's ok And I'll shake you
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of Would you be an outlaw for my love If it's so then let me know If it's no then I can go And I won't make you
 | Currently listening: Thumbsucker By The Polyphonic Spree Release date: 13 September, 2005 |
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June 20, 2007 - Wednesday
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Current mood:  frustrated
The Last Song by Foo Fighters
This is a sound The here and the now You've got to talk to talk to talk to talk to get it all out I listen, I listen, I listen But you're out of tune You're so out of tune!
(This is the last song) This is the last song (This is the last song) that I will dedicate to you
Somethin' I found Yeah, while I'm still around You got to walk to walk to walk to walk to make any ground You'll push in, you'll push in, you'll push in But there ain't no room, No, there ain't no room!
This is the last song (This is the last song) This is the last song (This is the last song) That I will dedicate to you Made my peace and now i'm through (This is the last song) that I will dedicate to you
And yours is a name I will never, name again I will never name again We Pretend It doesn't matter We pretend it all away, we pretend it all away We pretend, we pretend, we pretend But it ain't no use
This is the last song (This is the last song) This is the last song (This is the last song) That I will dedicate to you Made my peace and now I'm through This is the last song that I will dedicate to you ..to you, to you.
 | Currently listening: In Your Honor By Foo Fighters Release date: 14 June, 2005 |
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June 18, 2007 - Monday
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Current mood:  bored
Summer In The City by Regina Spektor
Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes I've been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment Telling strangers personal things
Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying It doesn't seem so worth it right now
And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise At the site of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but Anger, her skin makes them sick in the night nauseaous, nauseaous, nauseaous
Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely I've been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling But there's no recognition in their eyes
Oh summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage And don't get me wrong, dear, in general I'm doing quite fine It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
When it's summer in the city And you're so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes I start to miss you, baby, sometimes I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
 | Currently listening: Begin to Hope By Regina Spektor Release date: 13 June, 2006 |
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June 5, 2007 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  bored
Broken Biscuit by Sia
I'm a broken biscuit From the cookie jar I'm a total misfit In the puzzle that's so far Careful not to crush me In those hungry hands Careful not to rush me Into this fine romance
I stand under the weight of your words Hoping you won't find me I'm terrified of everything I've heard Don't swallow
I'm a damaged dollar Than no-one wants to change I'm a bunch of flowers That need to be arranged Careful what you wish for Careful what you say I've lowered all my armour Risking the pain again
I stand under the weight of your words. Hoping you won't find me. I'm terrified of everything I've heard, Don't swallow
I'm standing on the edge of your words That is where you'll find me I'm paralysed by all the things that hurt But I'm coming
I stand under the weight of your words Hoping you won't find me I'm paralysed by all the things I heard Don't swallow
I'm standing on the edge of your words Standing on the edge of your words I'm paralysed by all the things that hurt But I'm coming
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