Songs From The Mall

I finnally got all the CD's I have been collecting. For those who don't know there is this song called Hallelujah and it has been covered 11 times. So I wanted to collect them all. I just wanted to say thanks to all who had to deal with me while I obsesed over this song. So now for your reading pleasure I would like to present the lyrics for this song.


Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrough ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

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Quit Your Jibba Jabba

Ok I'm tired of writing a lot and since a picture is worth a 1000 words ... heres my essay. Note: I stole these pictures from many a website so don't even begin to believe that they are mine. I just thought they were funny as hell.


For anyone keeping track.


For the Ecologically amused.


For Talyn


For Qubeley
The Consumer Products Safety Commission and toymaker Mattel Inc. issued a notice on April 14, 2004 telling parents to take a Batmobile toy car away form their children, because the rear tail wings on the car pose a puncture or laceration hazard. The notice covers 314,000 units of the 20-inch blue and gray plastic vehicle with a detachable motorcycle, which was sold at mass merchants and toy stores nationwide from June 2003 through February 2004 for about $27, the notice said. Model number B4944 is written on the bottom of the toy vehicle.


For bd_irish_eyes.


For the fans.


This is me wishing everyone a safe trip back to your normal lives.

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Happy Birthday

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/3655627.stm
Thanks for the song AgMan.

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So Much for: "El Rey De Los Geeks"

You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.

You are 45% geek

Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

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Three Wishes

.Reached back for the bottle
.And rubbed against the lamp
.Genie came out smiling
.Like some Eastern tramp
.He said^{hey boy what's happening
.What is going on
.You can have three wishes
.If you don't take too long}
.I said _{well
.I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon
.Wish somebody'd help me write this song
.I wish when I was young
.My old man had not been gone}
.Genie said ^{consider it done}
.
.There's something in the air
.And you don't know what it is
.You see someone through the window
.Who you've just learned to miss
.And the hill road leads on to glory but
.You've used up your last wish
.Your last wish
.And you want her to come home
.
.Genie said ^{I'm sorry
.But that's the way it goes
.Where the hell's the lamp sucker
.It's time for me to go
.Bye}

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Why I love the Internet

Hey if you saw it on LiveJournal it must be true.

How High Is Your Sex Drive?
Name
Age
Gender
Your Sex Drive Level Is.. - 99%
This QuickKwiz by eva71 - Taken 22866 Times.</a>

Maybe this will explain why can remember so many useless things. Maybe that is why I can remember so many movie lines. Crap I hope that is not the reason why I remember the fact that "Dogs and humans are the only animals with prostates."

FREUD, WHERE ARE YOU?

Anyhow. This is supposed to be able to help you remember things. But what if you have a really nasty chore to do like taking out the trash. That's some sick fetish.

What if you are into some really weird sex. What if you are a "looner" or into "sploshing," what then. WARNING: Do not look this stuff up on Google if you are at work, in the company of children or are stealing your wireless broadband access from a church.

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I Am What Google Says I Am

Ok. The game is that you put in your first name into the images section of Google and choose the 3-4 that you like and post them. I edited mine so the are the same size as the other pictures.

Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. When I'm done with this last poem I will come back. This is the last one, I promise. I sound like an addict. I might be.

Six more hours until I have Batman: The Animated Serious season 1.

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Yet Another Post No One Will Get

Do You Remember This...

In the wild, wild west a dog walks into a saloon and walks up to the bartender and tells him... "I'm looking for the man that shot my pa."

xH

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I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow

Back to me. Ok so my friend drags me to go see "The Ladykillers" with Tom Hanks last Thursday. I tell her I want to see "Hellboy." Well as the movie starts I say, "If this movie sucks you are so coming to go see "Hellboy." Yeah before I dropped her off at her house that night I said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

The cool thing about that night was that I ran into an old friend of mine that was doing a pre-screening for a film. He was about to let my friends and I just cut the whole line and get in to go see the movie. We already had the tickets so we said no. But I got his number again so later ... I'm going to the movies.

Went to go see "Hellboy" and not my cousin as originally planned. More on that later. At least it was better than "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." I would say it's on par with DareDevil on crappy comic book films. AFFLECT WAS THE BOMB IN "PHANTOMS." And a hell of a lot better than "Captain America."

Finally this Saturday I went to go see "Passion" with my cousin and it was sold out. I want to see this movie already. I want to see the sequel when that comes out "P2: Judgment day" the final part of the trilogy will be "Apocalypse Now." For the prequel I can get Kevin Cosner to play Noah for the "Waterworld" type scenes. I want to see the movie where Jesus dies on good Friday. Grant I don't think it was that good for him. I don't really want or need Jesus as a personal savior. I don't really need Jesus to remind me to be a good person. I really try to do that on my own. All he really needs to do is remind me to turn the lights off when i leave the room.

Well this weekend "The Passion" was number Six on the top ten grossing films. Number One? "Hellboy." I fear the forces of good have lost in the cinematic battle for our souls. I mean the son of god lost against the son of satin. Is it just me or does this remind people of a "South Park" episode.

The main reason why I have come to believe Jesus lost was because of the insurmountable evidence. That Friday at the dinner with qubeley and monkey_god the strangest thing happened. I was showing monkey_god my movie ticket of the night because I knew he wanted to see "Hellboy." Well qubeley grabbed my movie ticket and ate it. Actually chewed it up and ate it. With out salt. She chewed it up and swallowed the damn thing. Life owes me a movie ticket.

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Refuge Camp of Friendships

Ok thats it. I mean it this time. I'm tired of opening myself up and then getting shit in return. The worst is when you share your mind, your home, your heart with someone and all you get is apathy and neglect. I hate the fact that my family will lovingly accept anyone who come over warmly. But when it's the other persons turn to let you into their lives then what do you get. A nice stone wall. Hey we can be close but only up to this point. I got an idea why doesn't everyone just draw a fucking boundary and tell me where they want me to be. Why doesn't everyone just move away to Asstown and then try to tell me we can still be friends. Fuck people don't even call. All when they do they have someone else on the other line. You know these bastards should be happy that I call them at all. I chose to hang out with people over my own family sometimes. How lame is that. Everyone is going on the back burner.

I'm tired of hanging out outside of people's houses because ... god knows why. I'm tired of not doing something because someone's family doesn't think it's proper. Fuck that. When you come over to my house you get your own drink because as soon as you step inside you are family and are treated as such.

Alright, I'm going outside for a cigarette. Anyone who doesn't like that ... screw you.

For those who don't apply. Thank you.

Broken

The stupid little boy just lay there in bed. He was not a little by but that is how he felt. He felt stupid. He lay there trying to control how he was feeling but in the end, he knew that he could not. He tried to fight back the feeling of anguish. That is the right word for it. The little fuck did not know what to do so he just lay there in bed, naked, in the fetal position trying to hold back all the tears that were welling up behind his eyes. Jesus, he was cold. He had two blankets, three throw covers, two comforters, and a down cover but he was still cold. Dumb little shit. He did not even realize that the coldness that he felt was coming form inside.

Why did he feel this bad?

I will tell you why. 'Cuz he cares, that is why. Be cause the dumb little fuck-head actually is in love with someone. How could he do that to himself? He should know by now that it is stupid to care about anyone. No one cares about him and if they do why are they not allowed to show it? If he does show it, he is castigated. Cast aside.

Fucking dumb ass, you are just showing motions again.

He did not do anything. He just wanted to hold her. That is all. Why must he be made to feel so bad? The insignificant little twerp does not realize that no one really cares.

Therefore, he lies in bed holding back the tears until they bust forth from his eyes. At the same time that the tears burst forth so do the sounds that come from his mouth. He weeps.

Laugh at him.

He is crying.

Boohoo his little broken heart.

When he feels this bad he feels like everything is his fault. Really . . . He cannot really help it. He wanted to take the blame for everything that was wrong in the world.

Everything is his fault.

Global warming. That was his fault.

Clubbing of baby seals. He did that.

Pillaging of third world countries. He was there.

Why does he feel this bad. Well he only knows a little bit. He knows that it was because of love. But no one really cares. Pathetic is it not? He just wanted to hold her tight. Just so he would not think that he was going to loose her. That is the scariest thing ever. To think that he may loose the most important person in his world.

The one person that makes his world spin.

To him she was the sun and while she was around he was filled with light. He was happy when she was around. Not because he was happy on the inside. It was because the happiness that she radiated shone off of him like the moon. The only thing that keeps him next to her is this gravity type of love that grabs him and makes him want to be next to her at all times.

She is the painter on the canvas of his world. It is that simple. That is why he wanted to hold her.

He fears that that if he does not hold her she will vanish. Vanish just like a crappy little picture left out in the sun for too long.

Maybe it is one of those pictures you get. Those cheese ones that are not meant to last. Maybe that is all he has. Crappy or not that is all he as to remember her by.

Yes he has his feelings. That is a good memory but right now all his feelings are of sadness. He does not want sadness or happiness even. He needs her. Something tactile. Something real.

If they can forge the Mona Lisa they can forge emotion. That is why he cannot trust anything or anyone. The forging of emotions. A cheap copy of a copy. The Xerox of love. The light of the machine blinking back and forth. Mesmerizing and blinding him so he will always o back to the ones he loves.

IT'S NOT HIS FAULT! It's not his fault he is the wrong age. It's not his fault he was born at the wrong time. He's not sure when he would like to have been born but he knows that when he was born it was wrong. He could have been born six sooner or sic years later. It would not make any difference now. It was too late. He was already crying.

He hunches over because he just feels like he was shot in the belly. He has to put his hand there to make sure that his guts do not spill out, all over his Egyptian cotton sheets. Yeah you can envy someone with nice bed sheets but not someone that happens to have nice sheets but who cries like a little idiot.

The pain in his head is growing. The questions that are formulating in his mind are so terrible. The images that are flashing through his brain are frightening. He sees himself dead. He looks down and while he stands in a tiled room, the bathroom. He is holding out his wrists with razor cuts on them.

NO!!!

He tries to imagine different things but he cannot. He cannot help but see his body in that room again with a shard of the mirror in his stomach.

Quick, he is holding his stomach tighter. The gunshot wound is getting bigger.

That is when he does the unthinkable. He starts hitting his own head. One may think that this is about the stupidest thing one can do. Maybe he is a stupid little boy. Maybe he is not a little boy. Maybe he is even a grown man that is trying to call out for help. No matter what the case is, it makes him feel better. He, now, does not have to think about all the pain that is inside of him. With every impact of his fist the pain dies down for just a fraction of a second. Therefore, he just keeps hitting himself to feel that split second with out the emotional pain. He needs to feel that split second over and over again.

The tears come forth and begin to stain his pillow. Twenty dollars a pillowcase and now they have his salty tears on them. At two hundred dollars for a set of sheets, it still cannot fill his life now that he truly believes that she is no longer around. Dumb, stupid, little, big spender.

He cries out and cannot think of anything to say so he just yells out into the night. Yet, he cannot yell to loud because he does not want to wake up the whole, goddamn house. Dick head does not want to bother someone else with his problems.

He is hitting himself harder and harder. The bullet wound is getting larger and larger. He is twisting and turning in his bed. He is just hoping for anything that will take his pain away. He had something that would take the pain away. He had someone. However, now she is gone. He could almost imagine all the blood from his belly. He could almost feel all the crimson as it went all over the pillows. He really is twisting now. The pain starts to crawl all over his fucking body.

The tears start to fall from his eyes all over his cheeks. The tears fall down his face. All the snot starts to drip down his nose. The little fuck is to fucking sad to give a fuck about the way he fucking looks.

How is that society? Is this what you wanted from him? Did you want to see him as this crying pile of snot? Look at his face. Covered in dried crusty tears and caked up crap on his nose. He can barely breath now. Is it because his nose is all covered up with crap or because he is crying too hard to remember to breath in?

He keeps hitting himself. At first, it is with his hand but it moved on to being a book that is next to his bed. He is not really thinking straight anymore. For the little bit of relive that he feels, he has to keep hitting himself harder. The corner of the book is the most painful. That is when he feels the real blood for the first time. It slowly pours from the top of his head down his face.

Dumb, little, big spending, fuck. Now he has tears, snot and blood rolling down his face and he cannot do anything about it. Stupid little crap hole has to suffer.

Then the most wonderful thing happened. He knocked himself unconscious. Now, he is totally blacked out but at least the pain in his body has stopped.

Someone Hold My Hand

I just finished being sad again... Well this is what I thought of.


Lie Still Little Bottle -- by: They Might Be Giants

Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend
One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
I know I must investigate
I hope that I can sing along

There's no time for metaphors cried the little pill to me
He said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile"*
Well, I knew that pill was lying
Too gregarious, too nice
But as he walked I had to sing this twice
Lie still, little bottle
Don't twist, it ain't twistin' time
With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind


I NEED WATER. If you have some give me a call. Better yet, if you are leaving and taking it with you ... give me a call.

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