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Love Is All There Is

I’m loving this song…it has a very unique sound.

Everyone is talking about me,
How my heart is broken
But they don’t see.

When you’re lonely inside
The world looks so carefree.
When you’re lonely inside
You just can’t see.

Does anybody want you?
Does anybody need you?
The question is
Does anybody want you?
Does anybody need you?
All I really know for certain, babe,
Is love is all there is.

Every now and then there comes a time,
Someone comes along to change your mind.
You believe it’s unwise to give in to careless dreams,
You believe it’s a prize you’ll never win.

You believe it’s unwise
To give in to careless dreams,
If you don’t see that is why
You will never know.

Happy Halloween

I dance around this empty house,
Tear us down,
Throw you out.
Screaming down the halls,
Spinning all around and now we fall.

Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass.
This museum full of ash,
Once a tickle
Now a rash.

This used to be a funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns.
It’s time to start the countdown,
I’m gonna burn it down down down,
I’m gonna burn it down.

9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun!

Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before.
I’d rather live out on the street
Than in this haunted memory.

I’ve called the movers,
Called the maids,
We’ll try to exorcise this place.
Drag my mattress to the yard
Crumble tumble house of cards!

This used to be a funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns
It’s time to start the countdown
I’m gonna burn it down down down
I’m gonna burn it down

This used to be a funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns.
It’s time to start the countdown,
I’m gonna burn it down down down,
I’m gonna burn it down.

9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun!

Oh, I’m crawling through the doggy door,
My key don’t fit my life no more.
I’ll change the drapes,
I’ll break the plates,
I’ll find a new place and
Burn this f**ker down!

9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun!

This used to be a funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns.
It’s time to start the countdown,
I’m gonna burn it down down down,
I’m gonna burn it down.

I’m gonna burn it down.

This song is especially relevant to me right now.  Happy Halloween!

Spammers Say The Darndest Things!

An except from a recent spam email that Gmail failed to catch:

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Ahhh…what would we do without our spelling-deficient spammers?   Oh, and while we’re on the topic of ridiculous things, I’ve had these songs stuck in my head all week:

  • Redneck Woman
  • Carwash
  • I Touch Myself

Spring break cannot come soon enough.  20 more hours, and 58 days until I get my learner’s permit!

Why I Hate Hannah Montana

People often ask me why I am not infatuated with Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus/Destiny Hope/whatever the hell she calls herself now. They wonder why she is not included in the diverse plethora of artists that I enjoy, from Chris Daughtry to Regina Spektor to Annie Lennox. It seems like everybody loves her and loves her music and will lie about their dead fathers for tickets to see her concerts.

Why don’t I like her? Because she’s one of those fake, manufactured Disney kids. You know who I’m talking about, the ones who start off on some crappy sitcom or movie and, next thing you know, they’re releasing albums and they’re on every talk show and they’re all over the place when they really kind of, um, suck. Hannah Montana, those disgusting High School Musical kids, Hillary Duff, that Raven Symone girl? All of them. I can never get away from them. They’re EVERYWHERE. Disney instantly puts them on top and it’s frankly quite annoying.

Besides the fact that they’re everywhere, they’re always perfect. Has Hannah Montana ever done anything bad? The most scandalous thing about her was that she uses a freaking body double. If I’m ever going to consider liking Hannah Montana, some pretty crazy stuff is gonna have to go down.

First of all, this whole “rescuing a stray dog in front of the paparazzi” stuff is gonna have to end. PUH-LEASE. And second of all, my good friends over at TMZ are gonna have to catch her smoking a joint (which would explain her raspy, manly voice!) and toting a pistol. Next, she’ll have to pull a Jamie Lynn and get knocked up and pull a Britney and go psycho. Oh, and actually releasing some good music would definitely help.

Maybe I’ll like her more after she leaks her sex tape or kills her family or gets addicted to crystal meth, but for now, I am anti-Hannah Montana.

Ghosts In My Machine

Oh come and take this pain away
Oh come and take this pain away
Oh come and set my spirit free
I’ve seen too much
I know too much
I hurt too much
I feel too much
I dread too much
I dream too much
I’m caught up by the ghosts in my machine
I’m bruised and battered by the storm
Can’t find a place to keep me warm
My mind is broken and forlornI think too much
I do too much
I fall too much
I fail too much
I cry too much
I die too much
I’m haunted by the ghosts in my machine

Give me some of that medicine
To make me forget
(i can’t find it)
I need something easier
(can’t find it)
‘cuz I ain’t found it yet
I ain’t found it yet
I ain’t found it
Oh no no no

Oh womankind was born of pain
My soul keeps hurting just the same
Oh come and take this pain away

I give too much
Get used too much
I lose too much
Get bruised too much
I bleed too much
I need too much
I’m sleeping with the ghosts in my machine

I said I love you baby
Guess I always do
I said I love to baby
Guess I always do
I said I love you baby
Guess I always do