Friday, December 09, 2005

There's a proper place and time for the bags under your eyes...
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4 comments:

Nietzsche's Girl said...

These songs all seem to have a similar theme, but I just can't figure it out. I missed you too. IT's weird not being in the cafe when you're working. But I did have a great time at teh party. I hope you will excuse my absense for one night?

Spoils of the Spoiled
There was honor among the thieves, the only truth I could believe. But, when the lies applied to me and mine it's better left unsaid. We could write the hit parade outside The Masquerade. The headache comes in tidal waves, the spoils of the spoiled. The lines of history became the scenery. It's strictly an accessory, an image to uphold. But, it's all in fun and sin until someone calls it in. The cycle comes around again. But, I'm older now, and don't you know, I've figured out the antidote. It overwhelms, engulfed in smoke. It's all we can to cope. Goddamn these idle hands as hindsight can. Our hopes and plans are unfulfilled. It's overwhelming. There's a proper place and time though the bags under your eyes, they don't lie.

1:27 AM
Jeremy the Polite said...

well....I GUESS we can excuse you...i mean there IS the deep seated, emotional trauma...but what's a little trauma smong friends? :) I'm glad you had a good time. You needed that.

7:28 AM
Jen said...

does a kazillion hours of studying and memorizing bones, muscles, microbes and the like allow for bage under the eyes??

8:37 PM
J Man said...

Or how about moving you brother-in-law, best friend, and neighbor in the same weekend... oh yeah, and a bachelor party??!!

12:41 PM

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