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Sunday, August 29, 2010

These dreams'll raise you up
Some kids wanna be rockstars, and some kids wanna be firemen

But those dreams'll mess you up
If you're in it for the bright lights and the battle scars
It'll turn you into a liar, man

I don't know if I've seen a million faces
I'm not sure if I've rocked them all
All I know is I've met a lot of people 
Filled a lot of spaces
Learned to jump and learned to take a fall
And if that's not livin' large, then
I'm happy livin' small

Well, most of us, when we go out looking,
as we do, for our lovers and our friends
Yea, we know it's not just supposed to
be about what looks good
We know it's not really all about the benjamins
Yea, but business is a lot like love and
business is a lot like friendship, isn't it?
Yea, well either way, if you just go out
looking for what's rich and hot
You'll end up with a piece of shit

I don't know if I'll make a million dollars
Yea who knows, maybe if I return those calls...
All I know is when I tune in,
turn on and go out
It's not my radio
It's not my tv show
It's not my rock-n-roll
Looks like one big fashion show
All these punk rock pimps and hoes
Sellin' this and sellin' those
Sodas, cars and phones
I mean, what's the dilly, yo?
This channel isn't clear at all
And if that's what passes these days for livin' large
Then I'm happy livin' small.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

New goals:
Get my CPhT liscence by December
Save up 1200 dollars by november 1st
Watch three house/club mixes a day


maybe i can go somewhere with this lol



Saturday, August 21, 2010

I am actually happy with this mix :)
Makes me feel all summery and stuff.
Makes me wanna go to the beach.

http://soundcloud.com/robot-ears09/on-the-beach

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I dont know which is sadder.
Realizing the truth, or not being able to do anything about it.

Monday, August 16, 2010

stick the needle
repress the pain
give into the evil
watching the rain

from rags to riches
yet now back again
driving in inches
you've got your mask again

scared and lonely
worthless and alone
wishing yourself too holy
comfess sins and atone

rope and knife
tightly lock the door
taking your own life
feet dangling to the floor