poorchoices.net

so i was talking to someone today,
and i was suggesting that he buy a 360.
i was all like “i don know what else you could possibly spend your money on”

and then he was all like:
“when some people start making more money, they buy better wiksey. i just buy more of it.”

Yumemiteta, yume
Hate naki tooku
Kawaita hibi no sorairo te no naka

Toukankaku oto no naka de shikousakugo
Jikan kankaku no nai kuukan
Toushindai oto wo tatete
Boku no kao, tsukutte yuku
Kirei ni, katahou dake

Kono te ni ochita
Kusari kake no ringo
Kagami ni utsuru, bokura no uragawa made.

Toukankaku oto no naka de shikousakugo
Jikan kankaku no nai kuukan
Toushindai oto wo tatete
Boku no kao, tsukutte yuku
Kirei ni, ima mo…

Tookankaku hito no naka de shikousakugo
Jikan kankaku no nai kuukan
Toushindai tsume wo tatete
Boku no kao, kezutte yuku
Kirei ni, katahou dake

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

On the city’s skin they move on mass
Like a rash on the back of a manky cat
Now in I go like a fool
I can’t resist dipping in the pool

I watch them watch me I watch them too
Across the street across the room
I dress myself like a charcoal sketch
My eyes are brown and my hair’s a mess

They annoy me those who employ me
They could destroy me
They should enjoy me
We eat chinese off our knees
And look for each other in the TV screen

Chorus

The sun goes up and the sun goes down
I drag myself into the town
All I do I want to do with you

The cells I am at the moment will soon die
But I will be here
Oh I’ll still be here

And they’d talk all night.
They’d even break down when you think they might.
And when you get past our egos,
there’s a heart that wants to be just like…

Jesus. The man of all men.
The only One who makes hearts whole again.
And He could’ve backed down with those people around,
But He proved for the last time that real men die.

Well, you can black out your windows, or go where the wind blows,
But you’ll answer to something someday.
Bob said it best when his slow train went west,
But dignity just doesn’t pay.

We could talk all night.
You can even break down if you think you might.
But when we can’t impress comes the real test…
are we just like…

now i’d seen him despondent
a few times as of late
sometimes the answer that love gives
is the hardest one to take
i know he was prone to paint
the voice of his own fear
so vincent he picked up the blade
and he put it to his ear

look at yourself in the mirror
you’re all rumpled red stubbled and gaunt
you walk a dead end path in a dry corn field
and now this morose response
your princess she don’t wanna see you
no your princess she don’t wanna hear
so vincent he picked up the blade
and he put it to his ear

now look if you’re gonna come around here
and say those sort of things
you gotta take a few on the chin
you talking about love and all that stuff
you better bring your thickest skin
sometimes you can’t please everyone
sometimes you can’t please anyone at all
you sew your heart onto your sleeve
and wait for the ax to fall

you there with the paint box
you there with paper and pen
me i got this blunt instrument
i’m gonna play on ’til the end
and you know you come with empty hands
or you don’t come at all
you deal your best hand out in the marketplace
and let the chips fall

green green youth
what about the sweetness we knew
what about what’s good what’s true
from those days

can’t count to
all the lovers i’ve burned through
so why do i still burn for you
i can’t say

sorry that
i could never love you back
i could never care enough
in these last days

Ah, I’ve got a Walnut-brownie-brain and Molasses in my veins, crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered Sugar funnelcake cocaine.
Let the Crescent Cookie rise!
These Carob-colored Almond eyes would rest to see my Cashew Princess in the Swirling Marble Sky.
We’ll rest upon the Knee where all divisions cease to be and rootbeer float in our Banana Boat across the Tapioca Sea.
When letting all attachments go is the only prayer we know.
May it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh…