sarcasticsquirrel: (humanity bohand)
coin operated boy

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......

this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.
sarcasticsquirrel: (Default)
"


I'd rather be dreaming than living
Living's just too hard to do
It's chances not choices, noises not voices
A day's just a thing to get through
Living's just too hard to do

I'd rather be dreaming than talking
There's nothing to hear or to say
With ears covered mouth closed the world is opposed
Nothing gets in or away
There's nothing to hear or to say

I'd rather be dreaming than thinking
Thoughts are small comfort to me
Dreams might be pretend but at least dreams end
And I just can't stop thinking you see
Thoughts are small comfort to me

I'd rather be dreaming than sleeping
Just sleeping you're just as well dead
In dreams I can fly, in dreams I don't die
That's why I lie here in this bed
Just sleeping you're just as well dead

I'd rather be dreaming"
sarcasticsquirrel: (mumbles lonely _myimaginary_)
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sarcasticsquirrel: (i love you isis2015)
i've been on the road too long
and i've been stuck inside a song
and you know our love has been
through rougher weather
but our passion's like a rose
the seasons tell it how it grows
and not much compares
to the times we've shared together
'cause love heals everything
we're no exception to the rule
you mean everything to me
so if there is anything at all
all you've got to do is call
and you know that I would
drive 10,000 miles
just to show you that I care
just to kiss your honey hair
and pull you close
and hold you like a child
love heals everything
we're no exception to that rule
you mean everything
you mean everything
you mean everything to me
sarcasticsquirrel: (spike loved aftersolong)
It Doesn't Matter Lyrics
by Alison Krauss

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Don't matter if I bleed
You've been on a road
Don't know where it goes or where it leads

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
If you've made up your mind to go
I won't beg you to stay
You've been in a cage
Throw you to the wind you fly away

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Doesn't matter if I bleed
Feel the sting of tears
Falling on this face you've loved for years


i was making him a playlist:
falling is like this~ani
good fortune~pj harvey
lovers in a dangerous time~bnl
lucky~bif naked
in your room~depech mode
rock me~liz phair
all i want is you~u2
true colors~cyndi lauper (my favorite song from childhood)
ill stand by you~the pretenders
sarcasticsquirrel: (little miss sunshine tigerlily_icons)
"i search your profile
for a translation
i study the conversation
like a map
'cause i know there is strength
in the differences between us
and i know there is comfort
where we overlap

come here
stand in front of the light
stand still
so i can see your silhouette
i hope
you have got all night
'cause i'm not done looking,
no, i'm not done looking yet

each one of us
wants a piece of the action
you can hear it in what we say
you can see it in what we do
we negotiate with chaos
for some sense of satisfaction
if you won't give it to me
at least give me a better view

come here
stand in front of the light
stand still
so i can see your silhouette
i hope
you have got all night
'cause i'm not done looking
no,
i'm not done looking yet

i build each one of my songs
out of glass
so you can see me inside of them
i suppose
or you could just leave the image of me
in the background, i guess
and watch your own reflection superimposed

i build each one of my days out of hope
and i give that hope your name
and i don't know you that well
but it don't take much to tell
either you don't have the balls
or you don't feel the same

come here
stand in front of the light
stand still
so i can see your silhouette
i hope
you have got all night
'cause i'm not done looking
no, i'm not done looking yet

i search your profile for a translation
i study the conversation like a map
'cause i know there is strength
in the differences between us
and i know there is comfort
where we overlap"

"you broke me bodily
the heart ain't the half of it
and i'll never learn to laugh at it
in my good natured way
in fact i'm laughing less in general
but i learned a lot at my own funeral
and i knew you'd be the death of me
so i guess that's the price i pay"
sarcasticsquirrel: (cheese man samantha-78)
Here we are again and we're looking at each
other as if each other were to blame.
You think you're so smart, but I've seen you naked
and I'll probably see you naked again.
MillI VanillI told you to Blame it On The Rain,
but if you blame it on the rain tell me
what can be gained so,
if all else fails you can blame it on me.

Chorus
if all else fails you can blame it on me.
if all else fails you can blame it on me.
if all else fails blame it on me.
if all else fails you can blame it on me.

Then you smile again but you're
looking at me as if there's something I'm
supposed to say.
Forgive me Father, but I'm falling in love
and that's all I have for confession today.
Maybe if you'd ask me on any other given day
I wouldn't have time for you or anything that you say
but it's alright now, you can blame it on me.
sarcasticsquirrel: (Default)
this is what ive been listening to today...

BENNY
Mimi - I'm Surprised
A Bright And Charming Girl Like You
Hangs Out With These Slackers
(Who Don't Adhere To Deals)

They Make Fun - Yet I'm The One
Attempting To Do Some Good
Or Do You Really Want A Neighborhood
Where People Piss On Your Stoop Every
Night?

Bohemia, Bohemia's
A Fallacy In Your Head
This Is Calcutta
Bohemia Is Dead

MARK
Dearly Beloved We Gather Here To Say
Our Goodbyes

COLLINS & ROGER
Dies Irae - Dies Illa
Kyrie Eleison
Yitgadal V' Yitkadash (etc.)

MARK
Here She Lies
No On Knew Her Worth
The Late Great Daughter Of Mother Earth
On This Night When We Celebrate The Birth
In That Little Town Of Bethlehem
We Raise Our Glass - You Bet Your Ass To -
La Vie Boheme

ALL
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme

MARK
To Days Of Inspiration,
Playing Hookey, Making Something
Out Of Nothing, The Need
To Express -
To Communicate,
To Going Against The Grain,
Going Insane,
Going Mad

To Loving Tension, No Pension
To More Than One Dimension,
To Starving For Attention,
Hating Convention, Hating
Pretension,
Not To Mention Of Course,
Hating Dear Old Mom And Dad

To Riding Your Bike,
Midday Past The Three
Piece Suits-
To Fruits - To No Absolutes-
To Absolut - To Choice-
To The Village Voice-
To Any Passing Fad

To Being An Us - For Once-
Instead Of A Them-

ALL
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme

MAUREEN
Is The Equipment In A Pyramid?

JOANNE
It Is, Maureen

MAUREEN
The Mixer Doesn't Have A Case
Don't Give Me That Face

MR. GREY
Ahhemm

MAUREEN
Hey Mister-She's My Sister

RESTAURANT MAN
So That's Five Miso Soup, Four
Seaweed Salad
Three Soy Burger Dinner, Two Tofu
Dog Platter
And One Pasta With Meatless Balls

A BOY
Ugh

COLLINS
It Tastes The Same

MIMI
If You Close Your Eyes

RESTAURANT MAN
An Thirteen Orders Of Fries
Is That It Here?

ALL
Wine & Beer!

MIMI & ANGEL
To Hand-Crafted Beers Made In
Local Breweries
To Yoga, To Yogurt, To Rice And
Beans And Cheese
To Leather, To Dildos
To Curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros And Maya Angelou

MAUREEN & COLLINS
Emotion Devotion, To Causing A
Commotion,
Creation, Vacation

MARK
Mucho Masturbation

MAUREEN & COLLINS
Compassion, To Fashion, To Passion
When It's New

COLLINS
To Sontag

ANGEL
To Sondheim

FOUR PEOPLE
To Anything Taboo

COLLINS & ROGER
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham And Cage

COLLINS
Lenny Bruce

ROGER
Langston Hughes

MAUREEN
To The Stage

PERSON #1
To Uta

PERSON #2
To Buddha

PERSON #3
Pablo Neruda, Too

MARK & MIMI
Why Dorothy And Toto Went Over The
Rainbow
To Blow Off Auntie Em

ALL
La Vie Boheme

MAUREEN
And Wipe The Speakers Off Before
You Pack

JOANNE
Yes, Maureen

MAUREEN
Well - Hurry Back

MR. GREY
Sisters?

MAUREEN
We're Close

ANGEL, COLLINS, MAUREEN, MARK, MR. GREY
Brothers!

MARK, ANGEL, MIMI & THREE OTHERS
Bisexuals, Trisexuals, Homo Sapiens
Carcinogens, Hallucinogens, Men,
Pee Wee Herman
German Wine, Turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana

ALL
To Apathy, To Entropy, To Empathy, Ecstasy
Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To No Shame - Never Playing The
Fame Game

COLLINS
To Marijuana

ALL
To Sodomy
It's Between God And Me
To S & M

BENNY
Waiter...Waiter...Waiter

ALL
La Vie Boheme

COLLINS
In honor of the death of bohemia and impromtu
salon will commence immediately following
dinner... Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap,
will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff
dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred.

ROGER
Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about
his inability to hold an erection on high holy days.

MARK
Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular
one-night engagement at the eleventh street
lot, will sing native american tribal chants
backwards through her vocoder, while
accompanying herself on the electric cello-
which she has never studied.

BENNY
Your New Boyfriend Doesn't Know
About Us

MIMI
There's Nothing To Know

BENNY
Don't You Think That We Should Discuss --

MIMI
It Was Three Months Ago

BENNY
He Doesn't Act Like He's With You

MIMI
We're Taking It Slow

BENNY
Where Is He Now?

MIMI
He's Right -- Hmm

BENNY
Uh Huh

MIMI
Where'd He Go?

MARK
Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet,
evocative song

(Roger picks up a guiter and plays)

MARK
That Doesn't Remind Us Of 'Musetta's
Waltz'

COLLINS
Angel Dumott Schunard Will Model The
Latest Fall Fashions From Paris While
Accompanying Herself On The 10 Gallon
Plastic Pickle Tub

ANGEL
And Collins Will Recount his Exploits
As An Anarchist - Including The Tale Of
His Successful Reprogramming Of The
M.I.T. Virtual Reality Equipment To Self-
Destruct, As It Broadcast The Words.

ALL
'Actual Reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS'

BENNY
Check!!

MIMI
Excuse Me - Did I Do Something Wrong?
I Get Invited - Then Ignored - All Night Long

ROGER
I've Been Trying - I'm Not Lying
No One's Perfect, I've Got Baggage

MIMI
Life's Too Short - Babe - Time Is Flying
I'm Looking For Baggage That Goes
With Mine

ROGER
I Should Tell You--

MIMI
I've Got Baggage Too

ROGER
I Should Tell You--

BOTH
Baggage - Wine--

OTHERS
And Beer!

MIMI
AZT Break

ROGER
You?

MIMI
Me. You?

ROGER
Mimi
sarcasticsquirrel: (dark prison starry_nightx)
"the war over land where the world began, prophecies say, thats where the world will end"
sarcasticsquirrel: (medatron trippingchristy)
i woke up with this in my head...

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 unparalelled
they never seemed to meet
this structure fell about our feet
and we were free to go

this seems more appropriate somehow...

I always feel the need to hide my feelings from you
Is it me or you that I'm afraid of
sarcasticsquirrel: (padme carmendove)
She says it’s only in my head
She says shhh I know it’s only in my head...

Can’t you see my walls are crumbling? ’
Then she looks up at the building and says she’s thinking of jumping
She says she’s tired of life she must be tired of something
sarcasticsquirrel: (innocence for sale)
"maybe the moral highground aint as high as it seems. maybe we are both good people whove done some bad things..."
sarcasticsquirrel: (dodger waiting)
but our passion's like a rose
the seasons tell it how it grows
and not much compares
to the times we've shared together
'cause love heals everything
we're no exception to the rule
you mean everything to me
so if there is anything at all
all you've got to do is call
and you know that I would
drive 10,000 miles
just to show you that I care
just to kiss your honey hair
and pull you close and hold you like a child
love heals everything
we're no exception to that rule
you mean everything
you mean everything
you mean everything to me
sarcasticsquirrel: (breakdown)
"And they look at you like they don’t speak your language
And you’re living at the bottom of a well
And you’ve swallowed all the awful bloody secrets
But you can’t tell...

Oh, you know you ought to get yourself together
But you cannot bear to walk outside your door
No, you cannot bear to look into the mirror
Anymore..."
sarcasticsquirrel: (saved fuck abc_icons)
im back home. uneventful train ride. uneventful night. nice to be home. going to bed soon. jess is comming over in the morning. yay! glad to have him back.

ive noticed things about how ive changed lately. its not that i dont want to be attractive. i dont really want attention from strangers. and i dont want to seem vulnerable or like any kind of easy target. i used to slice up my face so that no one would want me. i thought if i could make myself ugly id be safer, that pretty is dangerous, and i wanted no part of it. now i dont want to be ugly but i want to be beautiful and strong. the kind of girl no one would fuck with. i think about how sure of my luck or whatever i was in san francisco, acting all vulnerable out alone. id never do that now. i was so fucking stupid. ive been so fucking stupid so many times. i never want to give someone the oppertunity to prey on my weakness again.

"I am not a pretty girl
that is not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distess
and I don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere"
sarcasticsquirrel: (marvin life jenncon)
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know
Maria says she’s dying through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don’t know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says she’s close to understanding jesus
She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous

Round here we’re carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she’s slipping through my hands

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama’s little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says it’s only in my head
She says shhh I know it’s only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
’man you should try to take a shot
Can’t you see my walls are crumbling? ’
Then she looks up at the building and says she’s thinking of jumping
She says she’s tired of life she must be tired of something

Round here she’s always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we’re never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can’t see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if I’m falling
sarcasticsquirrel: (evil bucky)
I live in a town called millhaven
And it’s small and it’s mean and it’s cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It’s around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing la la la la la la la lie
All god’s children they all gotta die
My name is loretta but I prefer lottie
I’m closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn’t see them around here
My hair is yellow and I’m always a-combing
La la la la la la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about the curse of millhaven
How last christmas bill blake’s little boy didn’t come
Home
They found him next week in one mile creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la la la la lie
Even little billy blake’s boy, he had to die
Then professor o’rye from millhaven high
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la la la la lie
Even god’s little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of handyman joe
Was found in the fountain of the mayor’s residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la la la la lie
Even god’s children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old mrs colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her
Dead
Was, my killer is loretta and she lives across the
Street!
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la la la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is i, lottie. the curse of millhaven
I’ve struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain’t green and my hair ain’t yellow
It’s more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la la la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they’ve been saying i
Was evil
That if bad was a boot that I’d fit it
That I’m a wicked young lady, but I’ve been trying hard
Lately
O fuck it! I’m a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la la la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the blakey kid, stabbed mrs. colgate, i
Admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little biko, that was two junior
High school psychos
Stinky bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I’ll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la la la la lie
All god’s children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on lake
Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the warning signs had
Followed them to the bottom
Well, they’re underneath the house where I do quite a bit
Of stowing
La la la la la la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of ’91 that razed the bella vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country’s ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la la la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on
Trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black mariah
It ain’t home, but you know, it’s fucking better than
Jail
It ain’t such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la la la la lie
All god’s children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless
Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they’re out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, why of
Course!
There is so much more I could have done if they’d let
Me!
So it’s rorschach and prozac and everything is groovy
Singing la la la la la la la lie
All god’s children they all have to die
La la la la la la la lie
I’m happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing la la la la la la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing la la la la la la la lie
All god’s children they gotta die

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