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[Aug. 24th, 2008|01:18 am] |
Just Come Over
Social Bandit
I don't know much about dance songs
Or getting things moving when people are feeling down
Cause I am just a simple tune fool playing songs for emo tools
And hoping my girl will be waiting for me at night
What are you asking for?
I'm just the guy in the room next door
Hey why don't you come next door and see
I'm the best thing you can think of when you're thinkin of nothing actually
But when you got nothing left do and theres dirt in your shoes
You'll find me in my room just playing songs and tunes
I know why you are crazy just like me
When you sings songs in your sleep like its the best damn party
So just grab your best friend, a joint, a beer, for just pretend
Cause we're running out of time to be fools in our life crime
Hold me and I'll hold you as long as you hold me till we're through with this "real" life |
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[Jun. 1st, 2008|02:32 am] |
The Loner Table
Social Bandit
Will you hold my hand this summer
Down the spiral slide in the water?
I've got a secret to tell you
So lean over so I can whisper for you
I don't know how long
It will be till spring time
Until then just sit here
And tell me you love me
Remember when I said you smelt like the ocean?
Picture perfect the wind sets you in motion
So it remains in the back of my 3rd grade crush
It's you I think of
I woll wait to eat my lunch with you |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 27th, 2008|02:15 am] |
The First Time Again
Social Bandit
Christ.
Looks like I'm waiting tonight
To sleep and recognize your face
Your eyes. Sinking into mine.
I'll see you tonight
Tell me what your hands feel like tonight
And how they fit perfectly into mine
I bet they feel nice in this sweet summer light
I'll see when I drift off tonight
I'll see you there when I shut my eyes
We'll lay out bare till the sun breaks night
This is why it's worth the fight
Your back, smooth and right
I'll let my hand go down the line
To hold you close to my heart
I'll feel your skin tonight
I'll see you there when I shut my eyes
We'll lay out bare till the sun breaks night
When I see you next we won't fear that light
I know I love you
I know it'll be nice
When I get to kiss you the first time again |
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[Mar. 26th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
Open Wide Collide
Social Bandit
I made a fire
Gutted right, let it tight on
I know you, what I was thinking, inside we were only winking and all I know is true
Doesn't tell me what to do and all I'm thinking
Are we still running calling me with wasted money
Cause I don't know how you know me
And I may rise
Right over you
When we collide
Snap in two
Anything is wrong
Everything is gone wrong
Cause I made one fly onto you
We'll make lightening I cant do
It's so damn frightening what we knew
what we knew
Entire night cold
And I am rising. Summon your wings
The time I spent, you just dreaming
Open wide collide and screaming
And only you
And I may rise
What we say
Come in the light
With me and stay
And I made the lightening
You'll be open and free
I made the violent raging
Too damn gone and so ready
Cause we're all alive and sweaty
And naked. Time is ready |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 6th, 2008|02:41 am] |
Listen
Social Bandit
Breathe and feel the need
See the right thoughts leaning over me
When you stand so close to me
All the words that I rehearsed
They can't say what you do to me
Speak to send out your freed heart
And leave your judgment behind. It's not what feels right
When you stand so close to me
All the words that I rehearsed
They can't say what you do to me
You're a Godsend, Heaven bent
Worst of all a blessing I believe
Listen to your heart
Even in the rain
Though it pulls you apart
It won't be strained for long |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 26th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
DENY
Social Bandit
So fast we lost our minds
In the haze that was our impulsive times
I never got the chance to do this right
We got a debt to pay here
To sit alone and watch the sky
Turn into, into the night
Lit by fire flies
I see you're smile
Don't tell me otherwise
If you deny
I'll catch you in a lie
And make you try your best
To let this die
The end came before we could laugh
At all the rain that crossed our path
We never had the time to say what we knew was right
If you deny
I'll catch you in a lie
And make you try your best
To let this die
Cause waiting is like suffocating
And all I want is to hear your breathe close by
We counted our lives
Mixed and mashed and let go of time
You were what I was looking for
And I was what you thought you wanted
So don't Deny |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 24th, 2008|03:46 am] |
Careful
Social Bandit
The noise in my hallway
Gave me a voice
Tell her not to go
It was an honest mistake
Most of all be careful
Where we write our letters home
In recycled paper
Alone at night
I'm sorry for so many things
But not the one
That told me to "be ready"
That this will bend and break
And most of all to be careful
Tell me just tell me to stay |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 12th, 2008|03:15 am] |
Take Me North
Social Bandit
Home
I'll land home
In silent wind
Waiting on
For a sunlight
To guide me home
Amber night
You close me over time
To keep my eyes tight
And to blot out the sky
Home
it's far from home
Past the morning
And beyond the known
Is a dim light
To guide me home
Dilate and Separate
Just hold me for sympathy
Home, I'll land home |
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| White Lie (this is not a complete set of lyrics) |
[Jan. 16th, 2008|03:35 am] |
White Lie
I want to color your smile
With the sunrise as my ink
Then we'll talk a while so I can hear you speak
But I left it black and white too scared to blink
I want to be alone
I told you this white lie
Maybe to save you. Maybe to save me.
But now I see waterfalls in your eyes
And I can't get close enough to take your lead
Please don't keep me. I can't stay. I don't know how to let go.
Pretend I told the truth. And then walk away. Let my white lie carry some weight.
Cause you're better off without me. |
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| old lyrics finally up...booooomm |
[Dec. 14th, 2007|03:06 pm] |
Deep Serpentine
Social Bandit
Millions of lies stealing choking rides
Through ghost filled minds
Deep in the feral line
Just turn back
Separate
Where the wild are
Where the dream becomes like diamond lies,
Simple lasting eyes
For caroline I chime
Don't hide away your neck
From the guillotine
Can we hold our brain in tact?
Deep serpentine
I will hold you close your eyes
Breathing in violent times
Dead shot close your eyes
Just please just close your eyes
Shape shift like beauty speak
Believe in anything
Spin wheel over steel
Exploding constantly
I wonder who you wonder
How we wonder, wonder silently
It's time right? that burns fights
Cut like suicide
You won't set this stable
Before the sundown
Completely refutable
In the underground |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|09:02 pm] |
Silent Bedrooms
Social Bandit
Time it floats us on
While we rest in separate scenes
Cause time passed us by
Without a chance to smell the night
We spend time souring our sheets
Wondering why we refuse to sleep
It's too damn late for these hearts to collide
So let's shut our eyes; it'll take us by surprise
Still we wait, still we whine
For all our dreams we wait in line
Cause Time passed us by
Without a chance to use our eyes
Close your mind. We'll drink this night.
Together we'll sigh in the aftermath
Entangled in each other's lies
Time passed us by |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|04:58 am] |
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I want to lay in your bed with you again. I want your eyes to be all I see. I want to hold you. I want you to hold me. I want to feel your body. Take your clothes off. And let me touch you. Love very touch with me. Then I want to make love with you. With you. I want to stare in your eyes while we merge together. I want to watch as your soul bursts open and claims me as its own. I want to feel that love again…..I don’t think we ever will. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 24th, 2007|04:57 am] |
Mirage
Social Bandit
Oh signs on me. carved constantly.
Don't wait for me on your eyes
Can we summon words to become my white light
I thought you out of clay
And sounded you on the outside way out
Don't wait for me on your eyes
I set my life, you see, before you know
I'm gone away t my life-ing ground
But you are so damn far from me
So far from me
I said my life would be safe away from the lightening storm
That sent me away cowering in all the day
Wait for me on the horizon with your favorite words
For resting a powerful ending
This time will be all for you and for me
The way you walked and the sights you'll see are so far away and so close to me
It's telling me
This mirage I see
Don't wait too long
Oh signs on me. Carved Constantly.
Don't wait for me on your eyes. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 14th, 2007|01:34 am] |
There are many artists in the world. That is a simple fact. These artists range from open and out there busy bodies to the most reclusive geniuses who'll never see fame until they stare up at it from their lifeless eye sockets six feet deep in the Earth's crust. Emily Dickinson falls under the latter. A complex enigma to most, Dickinson's poetry is a testament to what beauty and passion can be found in the most reclusive living. Dickinson's poem # 280 or I Felt a Funeral in my Brain is a prime example of the deeply thought work and art that made murky waters of Dickinson's mind.
Considering this poem was chosen as a highlighted source in a class dealing with the plight of women in America throughout time and culture, it makes sense to consider the female mind as the main focus of Emily Dickinson's 280th poem. Dan McCall of the New England Quarterly writes on the subject of this particular poem that "the stage of the action...is the mind of a lady" (McCall 434). There is a funeral in her brain. The mind of a women is one that survives just barely in Dickinson's time, and even still today. A woman's mind, her brain, her intelligence even is constantly under a barrage of doubt and forced spitefulness, because women were not and are not capable of letting this fully functional brain exist in a male dominated world. "I felt a funeral in my brain." It is a poem in itself as it wreaks out so many vibrant ideas on the death of a "lady" mind. It is more than the death that Dickinson is speaking of though. Had it merely been the death of a brain Dickinson would be saying one thing, possibly the tragedy of a lost baker's dozen of thoughts. She says funeral. A funeral is the after death, the decay if you will. This is far more tragic than the death. It is here that the mind begins to lose all its former glory. Emily Dickinson exemplifies this decay when she notices that "my mind was going numb" (Dickinson).
With this mind numbing comes a cavalcade of sounds coming from outside the darkness that the speaker is experiencing. The sounds beat over her like a drum and creak across her soul. It is a drone of the fleeting and empty life all about the world that the female mind is leaving. These droning noises that follow the speakers trip into non existence is much like nature. Nature being an impossible to silence entity. Even in the most unsettling quiet and calm survives the wind's whisper. The mind here is separating from the literal nature as well as the nature of the repressing society that permeates in the air for the living. This dual separation is bitter sweet; hence Dickinson's juxtaposition of Heaven's bell and a dropped down world. The soothing bell assumed to be welcome sign to paradise celebrates the mind's separation from the oppressive male dominated world while body drops deep below into an underworld away from the beauty of nature in all its glory. This particular mind feels this sudden drop from escape to loss when "a plank in reason broke". A solid and destructive blow to what is originally being perceived as an emancipation from an unfair world.
Emily Dickinson chooses to end her funeral with knowledge as she "...finished knowing..." It's a curious finale in that it can be read to ways to alter the meaning greatly:
1)She finished knowing meaning she ceased to know
2)She finished knowing meaning she ended knowing, understanding, accepting
we the readers of this poem should consider both as possibilities.
If one were to consider the first reading it would lead the poem to a very dark and final ending. The female mind at this point has gone through a process that includes a disenchanted separation from male society, a joyous freedom from that same society, and a tragic farewell to the beauty of nature. If the female mind ceases to know after it separates itself from the perplexities of life that beat it down so fervently in the living world than how does it exist? It doesn't. It can't. Its existence in the real living world is so confined, trapped, and forced into disillusion that it can hardly be considered a functional source of thought and ideas. Yet in death, a complete separation from the confines of the society that trapped the female mind, that mind can't survive at all by any means. It reaches a point of pure beauty and heaven like acceptance but can't stay for too long. This reading is hopeless for the much disregarded female mind, which could possibly tie into Emily Dickinson's reserved lifestyle quite well as she was disconnected and therefore useless to the society in her living state.
The second possible reading of this final statement is much more hopeful, and again can possibly tie into Emily Dickinson's life in a different way. If the female mind finished its journey away from all the outside happenings knowing, understanding, accepting it has reached a more ideal existence. Though alone and separate from the real world in a state of pure calm and solitude the female mind can flourish without oppression. Granted this still suggest that the female mind cannot exist in the male dominated society, the statement believes that female mind CAN exist. The open ended "-then-" following this final statement could then further suggest a hope in Dickinson's mind that the female mind will continue on living strong and possibly be accepted "then", whenever then may be. This all can tie into Emily Dickinson's lifestyle as she was clearly a woman separate from the society she lived within who was able to transcribe the deepest thoughts from her female mind.
Emily Dickinson's writing remains murky. Even though much of her writing can be carefully dissected into an understandable and explainable core there still remains those parts that could go definitely more than one way, express more than one thought. "I Felt a Funeral in my Mind" or #280 holds true to Dickinson form and will baffle its readers constantly and forever. I'd like to think that she did have hope for the future of the female mind. No person can be all doom and gloom. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. There is a bell ringing at the end of that light. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2007|02:48 am] |
Eclipse
Social Bandit
Hey all this clothing on the floor
Old flavors from older boxes of cheerios
Surrounded by the sounds top rated pornos
I'm growing older, far past these things
Acting younger avoiding the golden ring
I don't settle down
Reeling in one ounce fish
Hey baby can't you see I don't make eye contact easily
Cause it feels just like staring with my head in the sea
Water drips down glazing my shaky image
That I'm holding close for you
I can't settle down
Reeling in throw back fish
Cause the greatest size is way too big
I'll die hungry and stranded, homeless
I made the night look so damn dark
By putting out the moon with my charcoal palms
I'll wait in the shadows, fucking my favorite sheets
Cause I can't even say words that describe this eclipse |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|02:57 am] |
Sun Shower
Social Bandit
You sure do smell like the ocean
When it's empty and and far more open
All I think when you're speaking
Is how far low my throat is sinking
You remind me of a summer I spent alone
Sleeping in a tree house made for two
You look like the eye of a storm
So far and pleasing
So calm and fleeting
How could I get so close?
You remind me of a summer I spent alone
Sleeping in a tree house made for two
I'd dream about the day I could go play in the rain
As long as it was with someone just like you
I'd just like you to know
That I spend time thinking of you
When the night seems oh so long
And the wildest dreams can't compare
To holding you
I'll dance in the rain
If you'll let your light shine on through |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|02:14 am] |
Inside You
Social Bandit
My lovely fly
On my tinted feathers
You don't mind my wandering eye
Cause I am just a statue thing
Where do we sleep now?
In our favorite dreams
Wind from no where guides our wings
Sweat it beats down over the front of my head
When I wake up with broth all over I'm ready
For the end
Of my flight in your little cotton dress
That you wear so tight
So farewell
To my favorite dream
Where I sleep inside you amongst other things
Wake up alive
We spin round and round
While I spit countless lies
And you try to get your hands out from between my thighs
Fly from night to day in anyway we see fit to burn
Cause it doesn't matter that we never learn
How to see past the fog
Wake up alive
We'll wake up alive
Your the pretty little fly I just cant' seem to lose |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 16th, 2007|01:35 am] |
Chest Sitting
Social Bandit
I found a dark new city
Surviving inside my head
Inhales to breeze the windows
Black eyes heave a sigh
I can't tell why
I keep spending
All my time
In a lie
I don't want to be
The last one to see
My life flash before my eyes
I'll go on debating
Why I always see these black eyes breathing over me
Beams of light shoot into my hands
They glow like deep sea traffic
Left or right will decide
Whether you live or die
Don't let go
Just please stay strong |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 5th, 2007|04:10 pm] |
Light Up the Moon
Social Bandit
He found his might underneath the sky
The sound was a lie to make it a right
Words say words
Light up the moon
Wait the night, a fire for you
Coming backwards
Strumming backwards
Cut like Lightening
All like Frightening
It's all so blinding
To be a aside
Words say words
Light up the moon
So fires and all this night
He told a lie he pulled his might
he fell from the sky
made your wife cry
cut like my eyes
and sour the night sky
Wait for Lightening |
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| WHARTON |
[Oct. 1st, 2007|03:11 am] |
Over the course of experiencing the depressing brouhaha that is Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth I couldn't help but think about the works of Jane Austen. Both Wharton and Austen are giving in depth examinations of the social plight that women go through in their respective time periods. Of course Jane Austen portrayed a more light hearted and hopefully view of the pressure that is placed one women unlike Edith Wharton's downward character spiral into death. What unsettles me is that Edith Wharton and Jane Austen are writing about alarming similar themes even though they were born over a century apart.
Jane Austen's novels touch heavily on the female need to wed. Pride and Prejudice is a particular novel by Austen that is all about said need. Women are born more so a burden than a blessing. Women leave a family without an heir and if ever they wed their father must pay a dowry to the husband. Women in this time are completely and whole heartedly dominated by all the men around them, be it father, husband, or prospective suitor. In this society women are born to marry a rich man and nothing else, which beckons the question of love that Jane Austen dabbles with. Somehow Austen is able to take this horrible petrifying destiny that women hold and turn it into something amusing and at times laughable in the "funny hah hah" way. Nearly one hundred years later Edith Wharton writes The House of Mirth that doesn't show much of an evolution for the women's rolse in society, in fact there seems to be a de-evolution
Now in Wharton's time over in America we find ourselves trapped in a world where the role of women still comes down to being born to wed a rich man have children and pray to God that you don't have too many daughters. Like in Austen's story, Wharton's Lily falls for a man she cannot be with, Selden, based solely in the fact that he doesn't have enough money. Money is clearly always an issue for women, as it is practically impossible for them to earn some on their own, or enough at least. What really sets The House of Mirth apart from a book like Pride and Prejudice is that Lily, the main character, after all her struggling dies. There is little to no hope left to think about. Everything has collapsed and everything is finished. Even compared to Wharton's other work, The Awakening, the death in The House of Mirth is more catastrophic. It isn't a cathartic release, or a return to nature. Lily's death is slow, silent, and lonely. The End.
The ideas presented by these novels still exist today in our modern day lives, albeit to a different extant. Growing up to marry rich and live off th husband's wealth, be it with love or not, is still something that occurs regularly and is encouraged in some families. That's not to say things have changed. Perhaps Wharton's decadent depiction of Lily's implosion isn't as representative of women as a whole forever, but still it lingers on and probably will for much longer. |
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