A Weblog of One Weridly Qwerd Fairy

Mood: meh just more head sorting
Listening to: Metallica - Hero Of The Day

hey hey

 

not much of great interest to say. Forced to spend enitre day with parents in london with parents today with no credit and only my mp3 for company.

sucked really did, and of course i got yelled at, not sure why i think it might the way a breath. Wrong according to my mum, maybe she'd prefere it if instead of converting oxygen to carbon dixoide i just didn't!

 

o well last night met rob,mel,mike,alyse and dan mucked around the park pretty much mocking the little chavs "playing" football. O yea got hit on the head by football o well no point going on bout it.

And had a interesting convosation (alyse knows what i'm refering to) well it got all sorted out and some things that were said surprised me a hell of a lot. Not cos i didn't know what would be said, i knew basically what it was gonna be about but i didn't really understand why. And i still don't, it's been explained but i find the reasons well..... i guess a bit mind-baffeling.

 

mmm well i guess a lot of that is probs just because of my view on myself o well.

 

i've become kinda mad on these lyrics:

"late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone

now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

[Chorus:]
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right, i know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it and

[Chorus]

rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of always talking when there's no change
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow

late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

[Chorus]

can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound"

 

i just think they're really great

 

meh

 

Later

Mizz_Fairy

xxxx