I don’t know much but I know this for curtain
And that is the sun poking its head round the curtain
Now please can we leave?
I’d like to go to bed now
It’s not just the sun that is hurting my head now
I’m not trying to say that I’m smelling of roses
But when will we tire of putting shit up our noses
I don’t like staying up, staying up past the sunlight
It’s meant to be fun and it just doesn’t feel right
(Chorus)
Why can’t we all, all just be honest?
Admit to ourselves that everyone’s on it
From grown politicians to young adolescence
Prescribing themselves anti depressants
Now how can we start to tackle the problem?
If you don’t put your hands up and admit that your on it
Now the kids are in danger, they’re all getting hammered
From what I can see everyone’s at it
Everyone’s at it
Everyone’s at it
Everyone’s at it
i get involved but I’m not advocating
got an opinion, yea your well off the slating
so you’ve got a prescription, yea that makes it legal
finding excuses, is well over whelming with people
you go to the doctor and you need pills for sleeping
if you can convince him then I guess that’s not cheating
see you’re daughters depressed, so get her straight on the Prozac
but little do you know that she already takes crack
(Chorus X2)
Why can’t we all, all just be honest?
Admit to ourselves that everyone’s on it
From grown politicians to young adolescence
Prescribing themselves anti depressants
Now how can we start to tackle the problem?
If you don’t put your hands up and admit that you’re on it
Now the kids are in danger, they’re all getting hammered
From what I can see everyone’s at it
Everyone’s at it
Everyone’s at it
Everyone’s at it
Monday, April 27, 2009
everyone's at it... by lily allen.
something i was working on last night
Excuse me my love, well I don’t mean to ramble
But what should one do when her life is in shambles?
It took so long to realize that the spark I felt was fire under my own feet
And no one knows how I’ve been feeling; it’s safe to say I am barely dealing
Rub a dub dub, my brain’s in the tub and I am a messy ball of mush
Pride is a stinker and love is a liar and I am convinced my own pants are on fire
And candy is sick’ning and flowers are wilting, the axis is broken and my world is tilting
Breathing you in is a terrible smell like swans and chocolate burning in hell
Somebody told me to smile and nod but I just can’t do it; it just isn’t right
I’m not that type of girl, nothing can make me turn off the tornado
This is how it feels when loving someone is so easy and so rough for
They will not love you back enough to ever make you smile
things to do when you're bored:
*go to the book store
the other day...
... when i was at borders, i bought two magazines i had never tried before: Bust and Venus. both were just the ticket...although every magazine i loyally read folds and i cry. both magazines have great articles, interesting information and wonderful music reviews about artists i dont normally hear about. i'm thinking of subscribing. did anyone ever read these?
Friday, April 24, 2009
why i love not driving...
1. i love the scents, sights and sounds of nature... the rippling of grass, the ripe colors of flowers and "weeds", and the scent of the changing of the seasons
