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I’ve a certain way of wearing my heart on my sleeve
And allowing it to bear and whether the worst
Its almost as if I were cursed
To wear my heart out on my sleeve
I’ve a certain way of reaching for that silver lining
And always reaching just the distance short
Even when I stretch my arm, contort
To reach for that silver lining
I’ve a certain way of breathing tells you I’m holding back
And it’s bated and it’s heavy, it hurts
Its almost as if i were forced
I’m telling you, I’m holding back (chorus)
Will you say to me
You were wrong, you do love me
Will you permit me
To leave this place so I can be
With you, holding you
Laughing and singing with you
Dancing, dancing in the rain
Kissing you
Just me with you (verse)
You’ve a certain way of wearing your heart on your sleeve
And not allowing it to fall for anyone
Its almost as if you want noone
So you wear your heart on your sleeve
You’ve a certain way of reaching for that silver lining
And always giving up before you breach
It’s almost as if you don’t want to reach
That shiny silver lining
You’ve a certain way of breathing tells me you’re holding back
And it’s calming and it’s harsh, it hurts
You breathe like you are being forced
I know you, you’re holding back (chorus) (verse)
I've a certain way of catching your heart out on your sleeve
And holding it just the way you like
Its almost as if I know what you like
I catch your heart on your sleeve
I've a certain way of helping you reach that silver lining
And in return you stretch your hand to me
You reach out only so I can see
That shiny silver lining
I've a certain way of breathing lets you know I love you
And it's laughing and its warm, it's sweet
Its like you've made me forget defeat
I'll let you know I love you (bridge)
You've a certain way of wearing your heart on your sleeve
You've taught me what it's like not being able to breathe
You've a certain way of reaching for that silver lining
You've never been dark to me, you are always shining
You've a certain way of breathing tells me you want to love me too
You've started believing me when I say I love you, I love you (chorus)
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| for real check out both of them on myspace. i don't have any links, but i suppose it shouldn't be too hard...
but you've got to check them out!!!
http://www.myspace.com/jacobstevenlimon
http://www.myspace.com/househname
(oh, duh! i forgot the protocol!)
ah shite... i'm sure if you're interested you can copy and paste or something... *grumbles/swears under breath*
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| eyah so a while back i finally got some household name music... which so happens to be the name of michaela's brother's band... its pretty freakin aesome, i just love the sound. and hile im here, at my mom's, i'll be able to hear more of it, because its really good. also i can fully listen to some music from a guy named jacob steven limon, who also is excellent. i want him to hurry up and get out an album so i cn get it. it makes me want to practice guitar more, hich i currently cant beause two of the machines are screed up and i need to replace all of them anyays. so when i get back home i can get a job and when i get money i can fix my guitar... i'd like to do more than just rythm stuff so i suppose ill learn more songs from other people even though i dont like to... but it'll help me learn ho to do my on stuff. ive got te music in my head, just no idea ho to put it to the strings. it would help if i could sing.. mikaela says i ing okay, and she's the kind of person wholl tell you if you suck. that and she can d like a million things, but thats beside the point. im in a band, kinda, it me, to guys, a girl and her little sister. i play rhythm guitar, and right now since e've essentially just started were just going to play cover songs to see ho well we can play together. see, me and les, who's kinda our manager/singer/ maybe bassist if we cant find one... but me nd him write songs. travis, our lead guitarist, can jam out like fucking crazy, its great. and with jessica on the drums, her sister as our vocals, its a good thing. last time we practiced jessica was messing around on the drums off the top of her head and trais started playing and it was seriously kick-ass. but i really want to start doing more with music, i have it in me and i need to get it out there.. but im still a novice.
also i'd like to learn how to play all reggae because me and ben have this thing called 'farting in the sound booth' and its just me and him, a basic chorus, and we take turns just rapping about farting... and hes apparently got a good recording thing on his computer. and he wrote this song part in winter and i plaed on it a bit, but id like me ad him to finish it because he's also a writer... i love music...
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| it has seriously been like, six million years since i've checked this thing...
so much crap has changed since my latest blog...
its seriously ridiculous. i really can't express how ridiculous it is...
okay on the romance department me and Mick have talked things through a lot...
i am ready to get over her because things with Mikaela, yes its a different one, she and i go to the same school... have arisen somewhat recently. i just cant believe my luck with their names being pretty much the same... hell, they're pronounced the same. so imagine the confusion and frustration when i try to talk to somebody about either of them. its been pretty much decided that Michaela is Bat Breath, much to her dissapproval, and Mikaela is Black Mikaela, on account of her being half black and half korean.south korean i migh add, althuh she stronlgy agrees with the concept of communism... o_O
but i love black mikaela... but im not quite ready to be with her... and she still needs ime to recover from her break-up with diego whom she was with for like two years, a year and a half, i dont remember... and im not completely not over bat breath. ive at least been able to admt to myself that i dont love bat breth, but i definitely still have a thing for her... to put it extremely bluntly. i want to be with black mikaela, but i dont want to be with her until i can be completely hers and she mine. we're not even just waiting til school starts again because someho we both actually have busy summers, but until i return from my road trip and decide what i want to do for a living. i want to find somethin i can live decenty off of with lttle commitment or required degrees maybe that doesnt call for a lot of commitment, because i want to devote my time to writing...
i've decided that spritually i am done with all the bullshit taught at church and im going to begin doing my own study of the bible. something has just always seemed wrong... but i want to have my on idea of it, my own understanding, so if somebody asks me about it im not just repeating other peoples words..
i cant think of anything else on my mind right now, that was just a recap of everything im thinking about constantly, mostly Mikaela, Michaela, my faith... my road trip... etcetera
if you've got any questions try to ask me in the next nine days because im at my moms right now, and when i go back i wont have internet...
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| ugh... mostly because it's 3:30 and i spent the entire night out with my cousin and her friends.... see, a few weeks/months ago, i was jsut going about my day, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water and out of the blue my grandma asks me if i want to take my cousin's friend Vanessa to her prom. i'm like, 'umm, okay.' whatever. its mostly weird seeing as how i've spoken to the girl maybe twice before... but it went alright, met my expectations, but then again my expectation weren't exactly all that high...
first we went to the rainforest cafe or whatever its called, my dad had lent me some money (i've been out of a job for months now) but Vanessa refuses to let me pay for it. when she pulled out this wad of twenties, i understood.
we get there, obviously i knwo nobody, as my couin goes to a different school, in a different town. if it wasnt bad enough that i was uncomfortable as is with the many, many white folks there (i guess as i've lived on the southside of san antonio so olong, im more comfortable with mexicans/hispanics/whatever... it really doesnt mater to me. it shouldn;t mater to anybody, one's race/ethnicity doesnt determine his character) w/e, but they were hicks, the entire lot of 'em. there wasn't one man there with a cowboy hat (athis freakin' senior prom!) it was like, 7. 7 cowboy hats... ugh. and the music was entirely different than what they play for every function relating to dance where i live... they didnt paly one kumbia while i was there... instead, they played a shitload of country...
:shudder:
nobody there knew what skanking was. nobody knew what ska was. tsk tsk tsk...
i promised my cousin and her friends i'd show them... i talked to the 'dj' and the only thing h ahd that i could if absolutely necessary skank towas panic! at the disco. i amde do, and once he put it on, i made my way to the dance floor (the only time that night) and started doing the best i could to skank. i cleared half the floor (though i think less to give me room to dance and more out of fear of being kicked in the face) but it was awesome. it would've been a million times cooler if Ben had been skanking with me, though... i was rusty.. very much so.
afterwards we went to gameworks at the quarry and played random games for like, an hour, maybe 2. oh, my party also dindt knwo what Tekken was. i was going to play DDR, but there were a group of those DDR freaks who you can tell play for hours on end and as a result are insanely good... im not half as good, so i avoided the DDR... but it was pretty fun, i had a good time. im tired of ben being better than me... at like, everything. im tired of not being able to tell Michaela somehting because i made a promise i wouldn't...
but i broke that promise...
michaela, you know the words i want to tell you but cant... im tired of living at home already. im tired of my dad still being here, he's been here for almsot 2 weeks when he's normally home for 4 days tops.
i jsut prefer when he's on the road... you knwo he oince went to Las Vegas, he was going to sell this book and do this seminar thing on being a new parent. we were all going to live there, or me at least. he also moved to florida, after vegas... same exact thing happened... he couldn't get his book to sell, or something. idk. im tired of failing my classes.. .im tired of school in general... i know if i dont have a high school diploma at least, i have nothing... but its jsut fucking weird... where im at... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck idiotidiotidioidiotidiot im tired of miles making all the difference, and not in the good way. i'm damn tired of me... i really need to cut the shit. | | |
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