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[12 Apr 2006|05:57pm] |
UH OH!!! :D
[Lance:] It's gonna--be--me
[Justin:] Oooh, yeah
[Justin:]
You might've been hurt, babe
That ain't no lie
You've seen them all come and go, oh..
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
No man, no cry
Maybe that's why
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
Baby, when you finally,
Get to love somebody
Guess what,
It's gonna be me..
[JC:]
You've got no choice, babe
But to move on, and you know
There ain't no time to waste
You're just too blind (too blind), too see
But in the end, ya know it's gonna be me
You can't deny
So just tell me why
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody (somebody)
Guess what (guess what)
It's gonna be me
[Lance:] It's gonna be me
[Justin:] Oh yeahhhhh...
[Justin:]
There comes a day
When I'll be the one, you'll see..
It's gonna-gonna-gonna-gonna-gonna
[Justin:] It's gonna be me
All that I do
Is not enough for you
Don't wanna lose it
But I'm not like that
When finally (finally)
You get to love
Guess what (guess what)
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you (for you babe)
You don't wanna lose it again (don't wanna lose it)
But I'm not like them
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody (love..)
Guess what (guess what)
It's gonna be me
Every little thing I do (ohh...)
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again (don't wanna lose it)
But I'm not like them
Baby, when you finally (baby when you finally)
Get to love somebody
Guess what (guess what)
[Justin:] It's gonna be me..
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[18 Jul 2005|01:30am] |
how many times can you tell someone they make you very happy before it gets old?
Travelling swallowing dramamine
Feeling spaced breathing out listerine
I’d said what I’d said that I’d tell ya
And that you’d killed the better part of me
If you could just milk it for everything
I’ve said what I’d said and you know what I mean
But I still can’t focus on anything
We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
Travelling swallowing dramamine
Look at your face like you’re killed in a dream
And you think you’ve figured out everything
I think I know my geometry pretty damn well
You say what you need so you’ll get more
If you could just milk it for everything
I’ve said what I said and you know what I mean
But I can’t still focus on anything
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[08 May 2005|08:00pm] |
Friday:
Friday was a pretty good day. First period I just listened to Modest Mouse and acted like I was paying attention in class. Then I went to second period, Spanish. It was cool though. We just did our skits and then sat, ate, and talked. It was great fun. Then I left school with Tim Camus and headed to the beach. The ride was pretty cool. Tim's parents are awsome people...minus his dad's huge addiction to country music, but other then that, they're great. We got a hotel, then Tim and I immediately went downstairs to check out the pool and beach. The pool was small, but still cool. The hottub was the best. Then we went out to the beach and did some body surfing. Around then we met these two girls. We went back up to the pool and we all chilled in the hottub and in the pool. The prettier of the two was named Colt. Talk about one shitty name. She was a major redneck type of girl(tomboy like woah). We asked her how old she was. She said fifteen. She was deffinately...thirteen or so. She took a liking to Mr. Tim. Hahah, a big liking. But anyways, the other girl was the most annoying girl in the world. She did the most unatractive things in the world, too. One thing she did was start rubbing up against us and be like "Oh, I didn't see you there!" and bullshit like that. The other big thing was be like "Oh, my life is so horrible! Nobody likes me! My mom beats me! People always yell at me! Blah blah blah blah!". It was SO annoying. Girls who try and make people think their lives are bad. Sick. Well anyways, the night ended with Tim and I just chillin' on the beach at like eleven o'clock. It was beautiful. Not in the homosexual way. Then we went upsturr's and to bed.
Saturday:
Saturday morning we got up at around 8ish and walked down to the Crown Reef and got some breakfast. Then Tim and I chilled in their Lazy River, four hottubs, and like what...six pools? It was one rich hotel. We then went to the beach, but the waves were shitty and the ocean was like...50-60 degrees. We couldn't feel our toes. Later that day we had lunch at some restaurant and it was really windy. It was very good food though. Except the fries taste like fish? Sick. Around fourish Tim and I decided to go on a walk. We walked down to some pyramid-shaped put-put place and did that. But it got boring very fast. Then we walked around the roads down their and looked for a nice beach-store. Pacific Beach was the best. But still, their wasn't alot of stuff. I bought a butterfly knife, though. That's great fun. We then went back and did some hottub-hopping. Basiicaly went to a few hottubs around the beach. Hung out with those girls again. I got sick of them so I went outside and called people.
No one picked up except Griffin, but then she was with someone, thus not much talking. Went up to our room and watched the Last Samurai, then Erin called. We talked to her. It was cool. Then we slept.
Sunday:
Sunday I got up at ten and we had to leave at eleven. We packed the car and Tim and I took our last looks at the ocean for a while. Just then...the hotties came to the beach. We looked at eachother and just sighed. Hah, then we left. The ride was long and boring. But, ti's cool.
I got a Phish CD too.
- - -
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners,
Even though my work is unparalleled,
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go
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[24 Apr 2005|07:05pm] |
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
Think I was blind before I met you
Don’t know where I am, don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized how I need you and I wondered if I could come home
I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
I thought it was strange, you said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up
And you said, “This is the first day of my life.
I'm glad I didn’t die before I met you.
Now I don’t care, I could go anywhere with you,
And I'd probably be happy.”
So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time its different, I mean I really think you like me
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I know I've always said that favorites depend on your moods, well, this is my favorite song.
Of all time.
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[27 Mar 2005|02:59am] |
I am creating a new album. I've stopped production on everything, and started on a new idea. A complete cover of Michael Andrew's Donnie Darko Soundtrack. Should be interesting. All piano will be guitar. All synthesizers will be reproduced using whatever the hell effects I can find.
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Works in Progress:
| Pour Vous, Je Donnerais Tout |
Step Up and Speak, You Won't Get Another Chance |
Ode To Zane, The Man Who Sold The World |
Donnie Darko Soundtrack(Cover Album) |
| Vous Êtes Mon Bea |
Time for a Change |
About A Girl |
Carpathian Ridge(Complete) |
| Un Vase Complètement De Secrets |
Jazzy Jam |
Come As You Are |
The Tangent Universe |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
An Internal Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam |
The Artifact & Living |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
The Man Who Sold The World |
Philosophy of Time Travel |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Pennyroyal Tea |
Middlesex Times |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Manipulated Living |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Philosophy of Time Travel |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Liquid Spear Waltz |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Gretchen Ross |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Burn it to the Ground |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Slipping Away |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Rosie Darko |
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(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Cellar Door |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Ensurance Trap |
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(Soon to come) |
Waltz in the Fourth Demension |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Time Travel |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Did You Know Him? |
| (Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
(Soon to come) |
Mad World |
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