Mannequin/Heads without faces, seen in all the places

I was sitting down listening to a pirated version of punk goes pop, embarassingly enough I've become a listener of this ridiculous series of cover albums; but hey we all have our guilty pleasures. Anyways me and my friends were wondering why the bands picked the songs that they picked (four year strong's cover was awesome by the way) and I was like hey we should do one. After about an hour and a half we had an acoustic remix/cover of Katy Perry's mannequin. I wrote it in about 35 minutes and I think it turned out pretty awesome. About 90% of this is from a song I wrote a while ago called "Heads without faces, seen in all the places", but it fit so well that I had to use it. Im not sure about recording it but you never know. The song choice was obviously mine, I think Mannequin is the best song on her album, it shows how good of a voice she really has and its so perfectly written, you can really visualize/feel/relate to the relationship in the song. If you haven't seen her perform this live your life is missing something. Here it goes.

I don't come with batteries or instructions
There's no button for push to start
You shove me just to see, if the lights come on

With us there is no receipt, oh
cause when they made me
they must of broke the mold
So much inside
but I don't know why
I still feel hollow

Cause Im just a man
And you want a mannequin
You just don't feel that my heart is real
But im just a man

I don't know about you
But is this how it concludes
Maybe its true
is it best to put it out of our heads

You wanna leave just to see
How long it will take me
To see that I was just a toy in disguise

But im not a man
Im just a mannequin
And I just don't feel that my heart is real
Im just a man

Hey Batman Everyone Likes Pancakes!

She said your not like the other boys I know
I said im half past dead and your still semi-sweet
I won't keep a secret no its all out in the open
I think you should know that you gave up control
When you surrendered your body

Im no better than saying I love you
to an empty room, an empty room
If this is true, what should I do
I thought you found me, but I'll never let you in
Don't let the echos jump your skin

Im not the one to blame for situations
You never thought with head
listen To the voice it must of stopped,
When the sheet left the bed
And your conscience hit the floor

Im no better than saying I love you
to an empty room, an empty room
Oh this is way too soon
I thought you found me, but I'll never let you in
Don't let the echos jump your skin

Don't blame me me for the heartache
I may have ruined your party
This scene was seen too many times before
I've only played a part once so it must be you
So watch conscience hit the floor

Im no better than saying I love you
to an empty room, an empty room
Here's a mirror, take a look at you
I thought you found me, but I'll never let you in
Don't let the echos jump your skin

The Shoes That Were Danced To Pieces

I wrote this at like 2a.m. so it migh be a little incoherent.

We are the broken
We are the broken
Don't take these words apart

Shoot at me once
Shoot at me twice
Shoot me down all you want

Just know that inside we can't hide
The windows always let light in
Clean out your closet, seal up those coffins tight

And plead out to me, plead out to me
Don't let your heart bleed on your shirt
I gave it to you, you gave it to me
But you stamped it and sent me back

Shoot at me once
Shoot at me twice
Shoot me down all you want

Cause We are the broken
We are the broken
Don't take these words apart

Hills Like White Elephants

Isles & Glaciers...wish I was There...

Who Gives a Fuck About An Oxford Comma?

This song has been stuck in my head for a while. These guys are pretty fucking cool. The video kind of takes away from the song but its sill awesome. I wish I could write like this.
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Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too, they're cruel
So if there's any other way to spell the word
It's fine with me, with me

Why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did
I met the highest Lama, his accent sounded fine
To me, to me

Check your handbook, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys

Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's to the wall
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth

The Age Of Dissonance

I find inspirationin the weirdest places. While watching an episode of Gossip Girl, yea Im a guy who watches Gossip Girl, no homo right. Anyways while watching I noticed the title was a reference to the play in the show. And to my surprise I have read the book, I came across it when I was going through this phase after I read Great Expectations, it just reminded me of how good of a story it was. Long story short I wrote this in like an hour so its not finished. I just had to get the thoughts out before I went to sleep or I wouldn't be able to. And can anyone believe Dan left Ms. Carr, I can't she was sooo hot.

You gave me my first glimpse of real life
Then you asked me to go on with a false thought
The haunting beauty of what we all want
The horror of monotony stalks my thoughts
Countless poems were wasted on us

Everything is labeled, but everybody isn't
You've got a good heart You should give it
to someone who cares

Vapid stares pierce veils, and expose hidden
Worlds, at first sight I knew that we'd fold

Your just a girl who knows
nothing but expects the world
well wake up girl
And I'll show you that its cold

Everything is labeled, but everybody isn't
You've got a good heart You should give it
to someone who cares

Save me the sympathy, play it for the symphony
Maybe without you, I could feel less empty

Only Our Enemies Leave Roses

Inspired by Watchmen and the character The Comedian


I bet you feel good now
But they're all waving good bye
behind a fake smile
Bleeding hearts, love to breakdown

I heard a cry through the grapevine
Start the dancing for what we've created
The fabric's thick, tear through
scream we made it out

I can trace the exit wounds from your skin
Place holders, remind me of the weight on our shoulders
I can trace the exit wounds on your skin
Place holders, remind me of the weight on our shoulders

I bet you feel good now
But they're all waving good bye
From behind a fake frown
Bleeding hearts, love to breakdown

Either way they want you gone
Elevate to a point where the past
can't break your skin anymore
Point of no return, climax
And now you can't pull out

I can trace the exit wounds from your skin
Place holders, remind me of the weight on our shoulders

live - evil

I saw Watchmen and it was f-ing amazing. It was so worth the $9.50 and 3 hours of my life. I dont want to jump the gun but I might have liked it more than The Dark Knight, maybe, I'll have to see it again before I decide. Its definitely for people who arent Sci-fi conspiracy theory types. It manages to venture into a fantasy world while still being footed in reality. I loved how real the characters were, they had all kinds of crazy shit going on in addition to the main plot. My favorite character was The Comedian. The whole idea of him, what he represented and how he related to the overall them of the story was genius. A character that reflects the state of the world or human nature, but dies before the story starts.I thought it was a kind of foreshadowing, but I was wrong; but then it was right in a way.

I dont want to give any spoilers; but with that being said The Comedian and all of his symbolism has just hit me with a little burst of inspiration. I just need to find the time to let it all flow. I've started one new piece, I havent finished the one I've been stuck on for a while but I think it will come along; and I am so picking up The Watchmen comic book later today. I canat let this jolt of energy stop...Oh and Ive been obsessed with palindromes lately.

Bones

This song has been stuck in my head for like two weeks. This girl is amazing, someone get her a record deal!!!

Its Like Eating When Your Not Hungry

I predicted the wheather exactly. The temp dropped like 20 degrees and its freezing. Its supposed to rain tomorrow and be like 10 degrees warmer. Some people are still wearing little ass t-shirts like its still warm, that's like #5 on my list of things that piss me off.

On to #7 of things that piss me off. I don't really have a list but maybe I should make one. Anyways, #7 psuedo friends. Yea those people that you just socialize with because you have to, like you work with them or go to school with them, but don't really like them, its sort of like forced interaction. I was talking to a friend and she told me that one of her psuedo friends kept calling her and trying to hang out, but my friend doesn't really like this person. Now I don't know the person so I can't comment on them; but I did tell my friend to "shut up, you got yourself into it so stop complaining". I mean you shouldn't even attempt to be nice to someone you don't like, there's no point, its like eating and not being hungry. Your just being greedy and its kind of grouse. I know that was a weird analogy but hey, oh well.

I just don't think you should take one pretend friends just for the hell of it. It only creates problems for everyone. I don't do the pretend friend thing, it takes too much energy. Pretending to like someone would imply that I cared on some level, which I don't. All I'm saying is once you take someone on as a friend don't complain when you try to drop them.

Whether and Brainstorm Droughts

I have had one hell of a weekend. Its good to know that my little emotional set back on Friday didn't kill me or any chance I had of enjoying this weekend. I've spent this time celebrating my best friends 21st B-day and I can honestly say, I can't wait til I turn 21. Aside from the whole getting old thing, I think it will be pretty fun. I think I'll finish this weekend off by going to see that Watchmen movie, it looks pretty good.

On another note the wheather has been pretty decent. We got six inches of snow on Monday and its already gone. The wheather in this part of the country is so weird. Its like 30 degrees Monday, 7 days later its 70. The only thing about warm wheather after a snowstorm in March is we have to sit through 4 or 5 days of this room temperature warm wheather, where its warm but cloudy and the sun never really comes out. After these 4 or 5 overcast days it will rain non-stop for a week; but the temp stays the same. It rains but its warm at the same time, which has to be on of the most disgusting feeling when you get caught in it.

I've been writing a song for about 5 days now; and I couldn't finish it to save my life. Normally when I can't write anymore I just end it; but I only have two verses and I feel like there should be more. I wandered into the bookstore on Friday in search of "Invisible Monsters" by Chuck Palahniuk, I've been meaning to read it for a long time, and of course they didn't have it. However I did pick up another book by him, "Survivor" it sounded pretty awesome. Its about a guy who hijacks a plane, forces everyone off during a layover, lets the pilot go and lets the plane fly on autopilot and tells his life story to the little black box while waiting for the plane to crash. This might just be that little bit of inspiration I need to finish this song...Adios

Tinted Windows Hide Stares On Drives To Nowhere

I thought I was over her, it'll be a year in two weeks. Monday was her birthday, 19, we're only three months apart. It hasn't really crossed my mind, let me rephrase that, it hasn't really bothered me. I was having a pretty good day, on my way to KFC, because snackers are the shit. But good things don't last to long because. When I pull up at a stop light. Who am I staring at in the turning lane across from me? That's right its her. She pulls into the lane right in front of me; and when I pull over to the right lane we're riding parallel to each other for a while; and guess who's in the passengers seat, I don't know either but I know he's not as good as me. We don't even make eye contact. I know she saw me, I hope she saw me. I turn into the KFC drive through for some comfort food, so much for that great weekend I had planned. The awful thing is I don't even think its her or that I lost the perfect girl, its the feeling she gives me, she makes me feel unwanted. If someone I want to be with so much doesn't want to be with me, then who would? On a good note I've noticed these bouts of depression seem to be getting shorter.

Art never comes from happiness

I couldnt sleep last night so I ended up rewriting the shadows traced on walls poem. I think this is an improvement, im not really sure. But this is what happens when your up at 4 a.m. with words stuck in your head. I also retitled it, the title is still a reference to the book Choke by Chuck Palahniuk.

Nothing feels real anymore
Im not taking the time to care anymore
Now that your gone
Im just a loser that's gone
Astray

I can't be all alone
Don't leave me all alone
I lost the strength to go home

and nothing feels real anymore
You just don't care anymore
I can still feel you inside of me
Just try to say bye to me,
why are you so tired of me

Cause nothing feels real anymore
There's no time anymore
Cause I can't be alone
You left me alone, ask me
is this Better, ask me is this better

Cause nothing feels real anymore

The Prisoner

Awesome painting by Luke Cheu its called "The Prisoner". I love this picture more than you can imagine, when I first saw it I gasped, it's so perfect.

Kissing Shadows Traced On Walls

Nothing feels real anymore
Im not taking the time to care anymore
Call me your classic loser
I've been down, and now im out

You've got a lot in store,
I can't find a broken hearts cure
Im about half past dead
Still can't get you out of my head

Spent time on cloud nine, but now
We hit the floor, lights blur,
but I can't walk out the door
As I grow sore, it doesn't feel right

Nothing feels real anymore
Im not taking the time to care anymore
Call me your classic loser
I've been down, and now im out

If it just doesn't feel right
I can't not try
Sitting through empty rides
With hollow eyes, can't dream at night
I don't want the light

Im lost as to why, I can't walk away
Im a dog gone astray, but I keep coming back
We're trapped, and locked in, break away

Nothing feels real anymore
Im not taking the time to care anymore
Call me your classic loser
I've been down, and now im out

You Either Die A Hero Or Live To Become A Villain

Im a monster, im a killer, im beast
I know im wrong
Im real life
Im a problem that can't be solved

But fuck that lets make some money
And all the problems will be solved
Who's decides what's right or wrong
Take a look now, if all this didn't work
Would it have lasted this long
Come with me and let it save you

I know im wrong

This road is long, don't let it take you
Just hope someone prays for you
But what good will that do
Don't wait for anyone, you
Can only trust you

Dirty sheets are cold
When caged teeth tell nothing
Now were lost deep in these streets
Standing next to nothing

Im a monster, im a killer, im beast
I know im wrong
Im real life
Im a problem that can't be solved

Fuck that lets get some money

Seasons Change But People Dont

I had my computer on shuffle today and I came across a song I haven't heard in a while, "Take over the breaks over" by Fall Out Boy. I'm a huge FOB fan but I always kind of hated this song because it was so poppy. While listening to it a few cleverly placed lines stuck out to me. So I looked up the lyrics and what do you know they were amazing. Once again Pete Wentz surprised me by making a seemingly shallow radio single mean something. Patrick Stump managed to make what could have been a dark, not so good song into a radio friendly pop song. I envy that relationship so much. The first line is probably my favorite, it reminds me of a special person.



Baby, seasons change but people don't.
And I'll always be waiting in the back room.
I'm boring but overcompensate
with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, don't pretend.

We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair.
They say your head can be a prison.
Then these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us
till This doesn't mean a thing anymore.

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, don't pretend.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places