You don't know me, and you never hold me
like your little piece on the side.

Inside out and outside in
you bring eyesight to the blind.

whisper....

Boy so hard
But I know a girl
Twice as hard

"Narcissus"

Dear momma's boy I know you've had your butt licked by your mother
I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her
And every woman graced with your presence after
Dear narcissus boy I know you've never really apologized for anything
I know you've never really taken responsibility
I know you've never really listened to a woman

Dear me-show boy I know you're not really into conflict resolution
Or seeing both sides of every equation
Or having an uninterrupted conversation

And any talk of healthiness
And any talk of connectedness
And any talk of resolving this
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to love you
Try to love you when you really don't want me
To)

Dear egotist boy you've never really had to suffer any consequence
You've never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes
You'd never understand anyone showing resistance
Dear popular boy I know you're used to getting everything so easily
A stranger to the concept of reciprocity
People honor boys like you in this society

And any talk of selflessness
And any talk of working at this
And any talk of being of service
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to help you try to help you
When you really don't want me to)

You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to ignoring all the rest of us
You go back to the center of your universe

Dear self centered boy I don't know why I still feel affected by you
I've never lasted very long with someone like you
I never did although I have to admit I wanted to
Dear magnetic boy you've never been with anyone who doesn't take your shit
You've never been with anyone who's dared to call you on it
I wonder how you'd be if someone were to call you on it

And any talk of willingness
And any talk of both feet in
And any talk of commitment
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to change you try to
Try to change you when you really don't
Want me to)

You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to being so oblivious
You go back to the center of the universe




PD: I bet you think this song is about you...well, it's not, so I'm sorry for your ego ^^ A friend asked me for the lyrics.

Caja de música

Cuando estoy triste
elijo mi cajita de música
no lo hago para nadie
sólo porque me gusta

Hay quien escribe cartas,
quien sale a ver la luna
para olvidar yo elijo
mi cajita de música

Amarga es la madera
de palo santo
pero es como el amor
que no muere y perfuma

Cuando estoy triste
elijo mi cajita de música
pero te vas y vuelves
no he de acabarla nunca

Te espero mi tristeza
huele a ti y es menuda
tengo las manos verdes
esta noche de lluvia

Cuando estoy triste
elijo mi cajita de música
no lo hago para nadie
sólo porque me gusta

I Pagliacci - Opera by Ruggiero Leoncavallo

"La commedia e finita"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOpsjY3pM1E

Thinking of you

"Lying all alone and restless
unable to lose this image
sleepless, unable to focus on
anything but your surrender..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJWM52RS7Cg

TRUTH

Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Jessep: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!