Give me something to believe in

It's the middle of the night and i'm famished. It's the worst kind of hunger when you're torn between your bed and the kitchen. Fortunately for me, i'm not in bed and i've got Digestive biscuits in my room. I told myself i would sleep right at 1. Sleeping doesn't work so well for me. Warning: This is a pointless i just want to type post.

The Not-So-Subtle:

She's not the kind of girl you hear about

She'll never want another

She'll never be without

She'll give you all the signs

She'll tell you everything

Then turn around and walk away

Carry me to the shoreline

Bury me in the sand

Walk me across the water

& maybe you'll understand

Once the stone you're crawling under

Is lifted off your shoulders

Once the cloud that's raining

Over your head disappears

The noise that you hear

Is the crashing down of Hollow Years

I wonder how people put those videos.

I would've posted Hammers & Strings and Swim, too, but it looks pathetic as a little link.

For Swim, you can just head over to ky's blog.

That is why Grace & i want to catch them live. I say this without the slightest bit of dramatizing:

My life isn't complete till i've watched Jack's Mannequin perform live

Then again,it'll never be complete cause i won't be able to see them play Konstantine live either.

Yeah, i know these phrases (this song) have come up in the last posts. But i guess that just reflects were i'm at right now. Alternatively for those macho boys who are too insecure to allow themselves to relate to anything other than metal, read the last sentence as Bite Me (you know who you are).

The Rhythm of Vascular Beats:

She says, Andy i know we don't talk as much

But i still hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs

Come on write me a song

Give me something to trust

Just promise you won't let it be just the keys that you touched

And my friend calls me up with a heart heavy still

She said, Andy the doctors prescribed me a pill

But i know i'm not crazy

I just lost my will

So why am i, why am i

Taking them still?

I need something to believe in

So write it down i don't think that i'll close my eyes

Cause lately i'm not dreaming

So what's the point in sleeping

It's just that at night i've got nowhere to hide

To the sleepless this is my reply

I will write you a lullaby

'I'm just waiting for the juice to kick in'