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Hey everybody! So, yea... sorry that I did not post yesterday but it is because I will only post on Friday's Saturday's, and Sunday's because homework is more important. My GPA is not high enough for my parents. An A- that is like .3% away from a A is not good apparently, but whatev...Okay, so today we preformed our play and WE ROCKED IT! We added new lines last minute, music went wrong, someone forgot their cues, but everybody loved it! I was a mini celebrity for a bit. It was cool! Then, we had a karaoke thing and the teachers sang and danced to kung fu fighting. It was really funny. One of my friends sister's sang sk8er boi (skater boy). I used to love that song but never knew what it was called. Now, it is stuck in my head and am listening to it on youtube as I type. I will list the lyrics for those who don't know the song. Here they are:
Avril Lavigne - Skater Boi (Lyrics)
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk.
And she did ballet.
What more can I say?
He wanted her.
She'd never tell.
Secretly she wanted him as well.
And all of her friends
Stuck up their nose.
And they had a problem with his baggy clothes.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi.
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face but her head was up in space.
She needed to come back down to earth.
Five years from now she sits at home feeding the baby she's all alone.
She turns on TV and guess who she sees.
Sk8er boi rocking up MTV.
She calls up her friends.
They already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show.
She tags along, stands in the crowd . Looks up at the man that she turned down.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi. He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar slammin on his guitar to show pretty face what he's worth.
Sorry girl but you missed out. Well tough luck that boi's mine now. We are more than just good friends. This is how the story ends. Too
bad that you couldn't see.. see the man that boi could be. There is more than meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.
He's just a boi, and I'm just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love.
Haven't you heard how we rock each other's world?
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.
Also, I found this poem. Let me know what you think of it.
I want to see you
Writhing in pain
On the floor
Crying miserable sobs
Screaming for help
But no one coming
I want to see you
Pleading for forgiveness
But I won't give it to you
That satisfaction
That quenching thirst of freedom
You shall suffer
At any cost
Consequences, I am ready to bear
But you, you shall get punished
I may regret
I may feel bad,
But this feeling,
This sensation rushing though my body
Is great
This is worth it
I am ready to bear a burden
But you shall suffer
You must suffer
You are the living nightmare
Of my being and you shall die
But you, you don't deserve death
Death sets you free
You, you shall live forever
That is a punishment
Living to see the world
Turn into people like
You
You shall see the miserable
pain you inflicted on me
You shall hear the roaming threats
You shall experience the anger
I felt at you,
But I shall be gone,
Released away into nothingness
You, living forever, shall repent
Carry a burden for as long as you live
But people like you feel, so
You, your sadistic body,
and you disgusting thoughts shall live
But every waking second,
I promise you, you shall
Wish that you were dead.
Another poem in the next post!
P.S. Added Sk8er boi to Vicky's Video's!
Avril Lavigne - Skater Boi (Lyrics)
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk.
And she did ballet.
What more can I say?
He wanted her.
She'd never tell.
Secretly she wanted him as well.
And all of her friends
Stuck up their nose.
And they had a problem with his baggy clothes.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi.
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face but her head was up in space.
She needed to come back down to earth.
Five years from now she sits at home feeding the baby she's all alone.
She turns on TV and guess who she sees.
Sk8er boi rocking up MTV.
She calls up her friends.
They already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show.
She tags along, stands in the crowd . Looks up at the man that she turned down.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi. He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar slammin on his guitar to show pretty face what he's worth.
Sorry girl but you missed out. Well tough luck that boi's mine now. We are more than just good friends. This is how the story ends. Too
bad that you couldn't see.. see the man that boi could be. There is more than meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.
He's just a boi, and I'm just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love.
Haven't you heard how we rock each other's world?
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.
Also, I found this poem. Let me know what you think of it.
I want to see you
Writhing in pain
On the floor
Crying miserable sobs
Screaming for help
But no one coming
I want to see you
Pleading for forgiveness
But I won't give it to you
That satisfaction
That quenching thirst of freedom
You shall suffer
At any cost
Consequences, I am ready to bear
But you, you shall get punished
I may regret
I may feel bad,
But this feeling,
This sensation rushing though my body
Is great
This is worth it
I am ready to bear a burden
But you shall suffer
You must suffer
You are the living nightmare
Of my being and you shall die
But you, you don't deserve death
Death sets you free
You, you shall live forever
That is a punishment
Living to see the world
Turn into people like
You
You shall see the miserable
pain you inflicted on me
You shall hear the roaming threats
You shall experience the anger
I felt at you,
But I shall be gone,
Released away into nothingness
You, living forever, shall repent
Carry a burden for as long as you live
But people like you feel, so
You, your sadistic body,
and you disgusting thoughts shall live
But every waking second,
I promise you, you shall
Wish that you were dead.
Another poem in the next post!
P.S. Added Sk8er boi to Vicky's Video's!
11 comments:
YOU LIKE SK8ER BOI?? IF I KNEW, I WOULD HAVE POSTED THIS ERLIER!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xkfZPVVGzY
WELL, ON SECOND THOUGHT, THIS PROBABLY A BETTER QUALITY VERSION OF SK8ER BOI...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xkfZPVVGzY&feature=related
LOL!! I love that second poem, and sk8er boi... I feel that way somtimes...
On a bridge, quite high
A man holds his arms open
There he stands and still hesitates
Right away the people swarm in droves
I won't miss out on it either
I want to see it up close
I get into the first row
And scream
The man wants to climb from the bridge
The people begin to hate
They form a dense crowd
And don't want to let him down
So he climbs back up
And the mob begins to rage
They want his innards
And scream
Now the man begins to cry
A cloud moves in secret
Asking himself what have I done
in front of the sun, it gets cold
A cloud moves in secret
in front of the sun, it gets cold
But a thousand suns burn just for you
I creep onto the bridge in secret
and kick him in the back from behind
I redeem him from this shame
and I scream to him
Jump
I want to tend to my things
and reduce the rest to rubble
Ripping, bashing
Crushing, picking
I go along the garden fence
And feel the urge again
I must destroy
But only if it doesn't belong to me
I must destroy
But only if it doesn't belong to me
No
I'll take your belongings
I'll annihilate them
Sawing, stripping
Not asking, smashing
And now the supreme discipline
Pulling the head off a doll
Hurting, tearing, corroding
Destroying
But only if it doesn't belong to me
I must destroy
No
I would like to destroy something
But only if it doesn't belong to me
I want to be a good boy
But the desire overtakes me
I must destroy
But only if it doesn't belong to me
No
Ripping, bashing
Crushing, picking
Chopping and stealing
Not asking, smashing
Tearing, hurting
Burning, then running
Sawing, stripping
Breaking, avenging
- Till Lindemann
P.S. Till is AWESOME!!
Ach Ja- here's another- It is by Till too. And no, I am not obsessed with Till or Germany or WTVR. yeah...
I'm going to go into the fir trees
There where I last saw her
But the evening is throwing a cloth upon the land
and upon the ways behind the edge of the forest
And the forest it is so black and empty
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more
Without you I cannot be
Without you
With you I am alone too
Without you
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still
They aren't worth it
On the branches in the ditches
it's now silent and without life
And breathing becomes oh so hard for me
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more
Without you I cannot be
Without you
With you I am alone too
Without you
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still
They aren't worth it without you
They tell me
unlock this door
curiosity becomes a scream
what could be behind it
behind this door
stands a piano
the keys are dusty
the strings are out of tune
behind this door
she sits at the piano
but she doesn't play anymore
oh, that was so long ago
There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her performance began
I held my breath
She said to me
I'll always stay with you
but it only seemed
that she played for me alone
I poured her blood
into the fire of my rage
I locked the door
they asked for her
There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her performance began
I held my breath
There, at the piano
I stood beside her
it seemed
she played for me alone
The door is open
oh, how they scream
I hear mother pleading
father is beating me
they take her from the piano
and no one believes me here
that I am deathly ill
from sorrow and the stench
- Till Lindmann
Save each other from heartache
for the time that you are together is short
For even if you are united by many years
one day they will seem like minutes to you
Heartache
Save each other from togetherness
- this is by Till too. : ) I know...
Till seems increibly pessimistic, and probably has anger management problems like Kaltesherz.
what the!!!!!
BE HAPPY, I SAY, BE HAPPY!!!
these are all poems that have something to do with happiness:
A Happy Thought
The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
How Still, How Happy!
How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather,
More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears.
How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are.
Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores.
I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern.
It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war,
Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear.
Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream -
by Emily Bronte
The "Happy Isles" of Horace
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles,
And the ocean loves to wander.
Fragrant the vines that mantle those hills,
Proudly the fig rejoices;
Merrily dance the virgin rills,
Blending their myriad voices.
Our herds shall fear no evil there,
But peacefully feed and rest them;
Neither shall serpent nor prowling bear
Ever come there to molest them.
Neither shall Eurus, wanton bold,
Nor feverish drouth distress us,
But he that compasseth heat and cold
Shall temper them both to bless us.
There no vandal foot has trod,
And the pirate hosts that wander
Shall never profane the sacred sod
Of those beautiful Isles out yonder.
Never a spell shall blight our vines,
Nor Sirius blaze above us,
But you and I shall drink our wines
And sing to the loved that love us.
So come with me where Fortune smiles
And the gods invite devotion,--
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the haze of that far-off ocean!
by Eugene Field
Quotes:
Be a happy optimist!
Smile, be happy!
Happiness is the root of randomness.
Some are complete and utter pessimists. I despise their complaining greatly.
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