03.23.03
Go let it out
I just put Standing on the Shoulders of Giants and it's transported me back.
To memories of the girl with whom I learned to love Oasis, and to my year after high scool, when this album came out.
I'm tired. And there was a snow storm today. My schoolwork hasn't lessened from this heavy pace since Spring Break. But I might go home Friday night. And that makes me pleased.
Here's another Sunday morning call
You hear your head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn't give you more
But what for?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it ever works out right
But i'ts ok, it's alright
When your lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in you head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?
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