scattered together.......it just sounded good to my ear, i took it from there
Scattered together, everyone knows better
But no one dares differ
Confused and blind as the next one
I’ve no change to spare
But I’ve got time to give
I’m still trying my hand at this
Still a boy inside this man
I think in colours that don’t exist
And talk in different directions
In a field of dreams
I am wide awake
No more feather homes
I’m building on concrete
And taking my time this once
No more leaky faucets
That are draining my thoughts
An overplayed scenario
No more patching of the walls
To hide my scars away
Did it once too many
No more feather homes
I’m building on concrete
And taking my time this once
Scattered together
Scattered together
Scattered together
Scattered together
Scattered together
Scattered together
jeudi 29 juillet 2010
scattered together
not sure exactly, this one is pieced together from various lines i had scattered everywhere....
jeudi 20 mai 2010
take it with a smile
this one is quite old by now. but i still feel that since i wrote these words i havn't written something as meaningful. so this is me putting it out there.
whatever happened to you
it seems i lost you along the way
it started off as a great idea
but you soon brought it down to the ground
slowly but surely you got what you wanted
made sure i would break first
so you could blame it all on me
guilt free
for a moment
for a short while
i forgot who i was
but ill take it with a smile
whats said is said
whats done is done
ill underline my absence in the sun
it took some time for me to see
that a change in you
is a change in me
whatever happened to you
it seems i lost you along the way
it started off as a great idea
but you soon brought it down to the ground
slowly but surely you got what you wanted
made sure i would break first
so you could blame it all on me
guilt free
for a moment
for a short while
i forgot who i was
but ill take it with a smile
whats said is said
whats done is done
ill underline my absence in the sun
it took some time for me to see
that a change in you
is a change in me
vendredi 14 mai 2010
thumbs up! fresh out the box
since we don't have a proper blog or a proper photooshoot yet for these bad boys and i just need a place where i can show you guys the shirts for you to buy them i'm using my blog as a temp solution.
so the available sizes for woman are xs, s, m
and for the mens it's s, m, L
the price for them should range from 20 to 25 $$$
if you like them and are interested in more we have many more models and colors
but unfortunately only have these 2 woman's model
for now, enjoy
mardi 20 avril 2010
I’m in the way
Laugh it off, it’s not like you hadn’t heard it before
The piano rings in my ears, takes me back for a second
I wish we kissed goodbye before we had this fight
Too many different people are here, we’re doomed
I would love to have instances where I could forget
And simply return the empty coke bottles everyday
Air drips from my soul as I take a leap forward
Into the great nothing and onto the next life
I stare constantly into nothing, I’m looking for answers
Steps are heavy the walls are caving in, tunnel vision
I fight with myself to get out of here in one piece
I’m walking so slowly I can feel the weight pulling me down
Down, down
I’m too rational, you’re too sentimental, we’re fucked
Please listen to the sound of my thoughts, close your eyes
Reach into your pockets and grab the knife, split me in two
Reach for my soul and have a laugh, I’m no longer human
Every day that I wake up, your memory fades away
More and more until there’s nothing left, what a shame
Time doesn’t heal, it makes us forget, drives us numb
It’s not a cure, it’s a curse, believe the lies, my only advice
As time flies by, I’ve come to see this place is dry
If I knew any better I would stop hoping for change
What can I say I’m the eternal optimist, I need to believe
If I mess up today you’ll take me back to where I use to be
I use to be, use to be
These walls are cursed, and we will never survive outside this bed
These moments are too intense for the outside world
I feel it and I know you do, just smile and tell me you love me
Lie to me, might as well go all the way, all the way
The piano rings in my ears, takes me back for a second
I wish we kissed goodbye before we had this fight
Too many different people are here, we’re doomed
I would love to have instances where I could forget
And simply return the empty coke bottles everyday
Air drips from my soul as I take a leap forward
Into the great nothing and onto the next life
I stare constantly into nothing, I’m looking for answers
Steps are heavy the walls are caving in, tunnel vision
I fight with myself to get out of here in one piece
I’m walking so slowly I can feel the weight pulling me down
Down, down
I’m too rational, you’re too sentimental, we’re fucked
Please listen to the sound of my thoughts, close your eyes
Reach into your pockets and grab the knife, split me in two
Reach for my soul and have a laugh, I’m no longer human
Every day that I wake up, your memory fades away
More and more until there’s nothing left, what a shame
Time doesn’t heal, it makes us forget, drives us numb
It’s not a cure, it’s a curse, believe the lies, my only advice
As time flies by, I’ve come to see this place is dry
If I knew any better I would stop hoping for change
What can I say I’m the eternal optimist, I need to believe
If I mess up today you’ll take me back to where I use to be
I use to be, use to be
These walls are cursed, and we will never survive outside this bed
These moments are too intense for the outside world
I feel it and I know you do, just smile and tell me you love me
Lie to me, might as well go all the way, all the way
mardi 23 février 2010
high hopes
I come home empty handed again
Nothing I’ve done today will change anything tomorrow
I can’t shake this feeling of nausea I have
Of knowing these things and being powerless
The human condition they say
Is something we have to live with….what a burden
A few years ago I remember being confident
Now I can see it was just arrogance
Or was it just that I believed?
I seem to be looking for the truth
I’m assuming someone knows
Am I wrong to think so? …Go fuck yourself
Lennon once said nothing was real
Well I think this is exactly how I feel
I must be dreaming sometimes I say
What’s the point of waking up today?
And I always catch myself being sad
And I always try and shake it off
Tonight I can’t help but believe I’m lying to myself….
Myself I must be dreaming ….
Dreaming of being myself……
Nothing I’ve done today will change anything tomorrow
I can’t shake this feeling of nausea I have
Of knowing these things and being powerless
The human condition they say
Is something we have to live with….what a burden
A few years ago I remember being confident
Now I can see it was just arrogance
Or was it just that I believed?
I seem to be looking for the truth
I’m assuming someone knows
Am I wrong to think so? …Go fuck yourself
Lennon once said nothing was real
Well I think this is exactly how I feel
I must be dreaming sometimes I say
What’s the point of waking up today?
And I always catch myself being sad
And I always try and shake it off
Tonight I can’t help but believe I’m lying to myself….
Myself I must be dreaming ….
Dreaming of being myself……
jeudi 21 janvier 2010
According to sasha
Bon, après des mois de recherche et de labeurs intense notre équipe de spécialistes a finalement pu assembler suffisamment de données pour vous emmener le top 10 des choses qui vous vont chier lorsque vous sortez en publique.
1) le monde trop pressé qui ne laisse pas les autres sortir du wagon de métro avant de rentrer et qui vous repousse vers l’intérieur. (Comme la fois au primaire ou on vous expliquait de ne pas courir vers la porte en cas de feu et de faire la file tranquillement.)
2) encore dans l’optique transport en commun. Le monde qui engouffre les escaliers roulant en se mettant dans le chemin de gauche au lieu de se tasser a leur droite comme tout le monde. Rien ne sers de courir…peut-être bien, mais moi j’suis presser caliss.
3) la nouvelle règle…loi pardon. Comme quoi si on perd son transfert et qu’un agent de la STM nous interpelle et que nous sommes sans ticket nous sommes a l’amande…bon moi l’autre jour je l’ai perdu, et devinez quoi. J’avais les mains pleines. Jai pas pu prendre le bus….et pourtant j’ai bien payé mon passage. Après avoir consulter le charmant cave de la station Henri-Bourassa qui ma dit et je cite (c’est pas mon fucking problème) je me suis diriger dans un autobus que j’ai du payer….décidément…fuck la STM
4) une nouvelle consigne maintenant pour les employés de la STM. Après 11h30 ils ne vendent plus de tickets et nous redirigent vers les petite machines qui nous vendent notre titre. Tout cela pendant qu’il sirote un café en lisant sa propre copie du journal le métro bien tranquille avec sa petite radio….payer surement plus que moi à temps et demi. Décidément colonel Sanders au métro Berri yé pas mal relax.
5) …….a venir!
1) le monde trop pressé qui ne laisse pas les autres sortir du wagon de métro avant de rentrer et qui vous repousse vers l’intérieur. (Comme la fois au primaire ou on vous expliquait de ne pas courir vers la porte en cas de feu et de faire la file tranquillement.)
2) encore dans l’optique transport en commun. Le monde qui engouffre les escaliers roulant en se mettant dans le chemin de gauche au lieu de se tasser a leur droite comme tout le monde. Rien ne sers de courir…peut-être bien, mais moi j’suis presser caliss.
3) la nouvelle règle…loi pardon. Comme quoi si on perd son transfert et qu’un agent de la STM nous interpelle et que nous sommes sans ticket nous sommes a l’amande…bon moi l’autre jour je l’ai perdu, et devinez quoi. J’avais les mains pleines. Jai pas pu prendre le bus….et pourtant j’ai bien payé mon passage. Après avoir consulter le charmant cave de la station Henri-Bourassa qui ma dit et je cite (c’est pas mon fucking problème) je me suis diriger dans un autobus que j’ai du payer….décidément…fuck la STM
4) une nouvelle consigne maintenant pour les employés de la STM. Après 11h30 ils ne vendent plus de tickets et nous redirigent vers les petite machines qui nous vendent notre titre. Tout cela pendant qu’il sirote un café en lisant sa propre copie du journal le métro bien tranquille avec sa petite radio….payer surement plus que moi à temps et demi. Décidément colonel Sanders au métro Berri yé pas mal relax.
5) …….a venir!
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