i dremt of a fever one that would cure me of this cold winter-set heart
i'd like to meet the musicians responsible for the elation i feel when i listen to certian pieces of music. And then i'd like the ability to express my gratitude.I was cold in a dream somewhere close to the surface between the ice and the stream there's three inches of air so i swam toward the light i let my breath get there first when i opened my eyes i saw myself in a mirror. and i knew i would do like my father had done yes we will never break from these chains your life's gonna course like a history book don't be frightened of turning the page cause it's all the same it will always be the same....
acoustic armor for sleep belle and sebastian brand new bright eyes coheed and cambria copeland cursive dashboard confessional death cab for cutie jacks mannequin mae our lady peace piano piano rock saves the day sleeping at last something corporate straylight run taking back sunday tegan and sara the format the mars volta the postal service vendetta red yellowcardthere are so many more
so many.. but here's a fewIgby Goes Down, Almost Famous, Any Kevin Smith, Pirates of the Carribbean, Dead Poets Society, Requiem For A Dream, Emporer's New Groove, Center Stage, American Beauty, Camp, Fight Club, L.I.E, Hackers, High Fedelity, Life as a House, Life of David Gale, Leage of Their Own, American History X, Winter Passing, Happy Endings, Heights, RENT, Particles of Truth Melinda and Melinda ...
"tv rots yer brain.."
Anything by Poppy. Z. Brite (i believe i've read close to all of her material) Perks Of Being A Wallflower Go Ask Alice She's Come Undone
you.I heard you fell into a rabbit hole Covered yourself up in snow Baby, tell me where'd you go For days and days Did they make you stay up all night? Did they paint your face that pasty white? You're thirsty but your appetite Is chased awayThe sun turns us to stone It's a cloudy day But we still can't go up And out that cellar door Till we see the moon We're invisibleNo one ever takes the garbage out A neighbor kid gets dared to touch the house He runs back only to announce There's no one homeAs we paint the foil with a flame Smear the soda, taste butane For every fear that can't be named To calm you downYour heart starts skipping steps So you're farther gone Than you might expect If your thoughts should turn to death Got to stomp them out Like a cigarette