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~Lyrics of the Week~

"FAKE PLASTIC TREES" by Radiohead

Her green plastic wateringcan for her fake chinese rubberplant in the fake plastic earth. that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans to get rid of itself,- it wears her out. She lives with a broken man, a cracked polystyreneman who just crumbles and burns. He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but GRAVITY always wins and it wears him out. She Looks like the real thing. She tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love. But I Can't Help The Feeling. I Could Blow Through The Ceiling. If I Just Turn And RUN. and it wears me out. If i could be who you wanted all the time..

"THE BACKGROUND" by Third Eye Blind:

Everything is quiet Since you're not around And I live in the numbness now In the background I do the things we did before I walk Haight Street to the store And they say where's that crazy girl You don't get drunk on red wine And fight no more I don't see you anymore Since the hospital The plans I make still have you in them 'Cause you come swimming into view And I'm hanging on your words Like I always used to do The words they use so lightly I only feel for you I only know because I carry you around In the background Words they come and memories all repeat Lift your head while they change the hospital sheets And I would never lie to you No, I would never lie to you No, I felt you long after we were through When we were through The plans I make still have you in them 'Cause you come swimming into view And I'm hanging on your words Like I always used to do The words they use so lightly I only feel for you I only know because I carry you around In the background
"GHOSTMAN ON THIRD" by Taking Back Sunday

Jynx me something crazy Thinking if it's three then I'm as smooth as the skin rolls across the small of your back It's too bad it's not my style If you need me I'm out and on the parkway, patient and waiting for headlights, dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the inconsistencys of my moods It's times like these where silence means everything And no one is to know about this It's times like these, where silence means everything And no one is to know about this It's a campaign of distraction and revisionist history, oh It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice (it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice) It's a shame I doubt they even care (it's a shame I doubt they even care) No one is to know about this It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice (it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice) It's a shame I doubt they even care (it's a shame I doubt they even care) Don't let me down But whatever I have gettin myself into maybe has been slicing inches from my waist It's my fist vs. the bottle (and thank god you weren't there...) And that's how bad could this hurt or against I won't feel a thing (and thank god you weren't there...) I tell you all about it It's just not working out (...to watch me hit the bottom) not working out It's a campaign of distraction and revisionist history, oh It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice (it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice) It's a shame I doubt they even care (it's a shame I doubt they even care) No one is to know about this It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice (it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice) It's a shame I doubt they even care (it's a shame I doubt they even care) No one is to know about this Don't let me down This is why we were taught so much better than this This is why we were taught so much better than this This is what living like this does This is what living like this does This is what living like this does


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