Check it out I�m rocking steady
Go!
Betty won�t stop listening to modern rock
How she hates to be alone
I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine she says hey
I rock the Haro sport
I rock the cow girl blues
I rock too fast for love I�m footloose in my Velcro shoes
What�s up with Will and Grace?
I don�t get drum and bass
The future freaks me out
I�m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I�m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh, oh, oh
I know that she�s the only one
I�d rather waste our time together
Yea, �cause we can get down
Betty can�t quit carving question marks in my wrist
How come we�re so alone
We waste away the days with nicotine and television samples
From an era we hate to admit we embrace
We fail to represent
We fail to be content
We fail at everything we ever even try to attempt
And so the story goes
As only Betty knows
It�s time to take control
(Get Down)
I�m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I�m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh, oh, oh
I know that she�s the only one
I�d rather waste my time with her
(Betty, I need you
I miss you
I�m so alone without you
To call up on the weekends with my cellular phone)
Betty it�s so hard to relate
To the whole human race
I don�t know where to begin
I don�t know where to begin
If we can both find a way
To do the things that we say
We might not sit in our rooms
And drink our daydreams away
Betty, I�m a dreamer
No I�m not a vicious screamer
Oh betty won�t you.. ah fuck it
I�m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I�m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh, oh, oh
I know that she�s the only one
I�d rather waste our time together
Yeah, �cause we can get down.
I woke the other day
And saw my world has changed
The past is over but tomorrow�s wishful thinking
I can�t hold onto what�s been done
I can�t grab onto what�s to come
And I�m just wishing I could stop, but
Life goes on
Come of age
Can�t hold on
Turn the page
Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries
Memories are bittersweet
The good times we can�t repeat
Those days are gone and we can never get them back
Now we must move ahead
Despite our fear and dread
We�re all just wishing we could stop, but
Life goes on
Come of age
Can�t hold on
Turn the page
Time rolls on
Wipe your eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries
With all our joys and fears
Wrapped in forgotten years
The past is laughing as today just slips away
Time tears down what we�ve made
And sets another stage
And I�m just wishing we could stop
Life goes on
Come of age
Can�t hold on
Turn the page
Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries
I just have to post these lyrics....I think I've decided to have a lyric of the month type thing, like the band of the month. That shall be fun. I love reading and writing poetry....so here is my poetry page. For this month/whenever I get around to it, It's Say Anything's Admit It!!! It's an awesome song, read through it, then download it if you are interested. Visit Say Anything!
ADMIT IT! Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing of art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy new york underground fashion magazine...Proto-typical non-conformist. You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store gastapo. You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges-BULLSHIT-giving your thumbs up and thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. Go analog baby, you're so post-modern. You're diving face forward into an antiquated past, it's disgusting! It's offensive! Don't stick your nose up at me! Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends, pontificating to each other, forever competing for that one moment of self aggrandizing glory in which you hog the intellectual spotlight, holding dominion over the entire SHALLOW....POINTLESS...conversation. Oh we're not worthy.
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people you chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the back as you scoff. It's the same superority complex shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell, makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life BITCHING about! Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? You're free to whine. It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar. I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner I've become.
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved. I spend hours in front of the mirror making my hair elegantly disheveled. I worry about how this album will sell because I believe it will determine the amount of SEX I will have in the future. I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to help treat my extreme social anxiety problem. You are a FAKER! You are a FRAUD! You're living a LIE! You don't impress me! You don't intimidate me! ADMIT IT! Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank! I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner i've become. You're free to whine. It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar, and I am done with this. I wanna taste the breeze of every great city, my car and my guitar. You're urgently unfulfilled, when I'm dead I'll rest.
