you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness

The Giant Swan - The Blood Brothers

the giant swan's got ghosts in his eyes.
his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,
and you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke.
sing, your voice just wont stop blooming.
he wrote a play and you're the protagonist.
all the girls you wish you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you just won't believe the ending.
fly me home, giant swan!
the giant swan's got a pixelated beak.
his eyes are twin mushroom clouds,
his feathers are unsuspecting cities,
and his breasts are hollow apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over luxury chairs.
sing, your voice just won't stop blooming.
if your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if your heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and your hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the ballerinas kick and spin.
then strip down to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd better take one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan's gone.
back at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't left the room for two solid weeks.
with a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call girls perform their services.
and you have to leave CNN on so you don't think about her newborn son
who entered this town from the crotch you're renting out.
"who's at the door? what the fuck!
who's at the door? what the fuck!
who's at the door? what the fuck!"
your heart is sweating; your hands are turning black.
your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is that a machete at your throat?
"give me all your money! give me all the dope!"
and the sun's like a painting of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
and the sun's like a painting of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
your family is gurgling grief.
you think you're fast asleep.
is that the curtain closing?
giant swan, take me to the river.
is that my flesh corroding?
giant swan, take me to the river.
all the things you wish you said are buried with your x'd out head.
all your ulterior motives...
giant swan, take me to the river.

I like to go to bed to that song, it's usually the last song I listen to before bed. I don't think you'll read the lyrics unless prompted but I'd highly suggest at least reading the last half. I don't post crap lyrics. The lyrics are quite stand alone as a piece of art.

Anywhom moving on, I think i want to work at a coffee shop, that's always classy (preferably serious coffee mmm) and i want more free time. I wish I was rich just so i would have that free time. I am really tired of having preset weeks. I can't wait till summer, even if i work lots I'll have a less preset life. That by the way really bores me. I get bored with life easy and seek change or new elements constantly to keep me interested I don't like to keep things stable because they usually destabalise in a un-fun way eventually anyways. I also want to write more but I havn't had time with school just to laze about and write.

I also want to party sometime. I am going to admit it. I love to party. It's so chaotic you never know if the nights going to be so fucked up or it's going to be a great time. It's probably why I drink. I enjoy the chaos of no control sometimes, Though I do wish a lot people could let go of control without alcohol. it's the people who can that I usually have as my good friends.

I also want to read the book nicks reading.


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