Ballad of Lou Reed

Gimmie Gimme Heroin, Gimmie Gimme, Speed. I love it I love it! Rock N Roll angel, babe. Make me in the rain. Sweet Jane oh, Gimme gimme love, gimmie gimme kisses. Gimmie Gimme heroin, let me be free.

Top 5 songs I think Bruce is going to play/hope he plays

Keep in mind, these arnt my favorite songs by him...well a few but this is just my most likey guess

1. Living in the futer
2. Born to Run
3. The Rising
4. Rossalieta
5.Glory Days

Yhea, look. He's not going to play Born in The USA. He's not. I like that song but, he's just not like that. If he does, ill be suprised

HEY! If you like Bruce Springsteen read this NOW!!

As some of you may or may not know, The Boss is going to play the half-time show tomarrow. Some readers (if there are any who read this) probly are in it for the actual football game its self. Umm...SCREW THAT!! Dude! Its THE Boss! Why do they call him this? You have to see him in concert. I dont mean watch him on tv, I mean flesh-and-blood BE THERE! Then! And only then, will you realize why they call him The Boss. Link for tour dates: http://www.brucespringsteen.net/news/index.html

Ps

YOUR WELCOME!

Things I hope for in Febuary

People will stop and smell the flowers
The War will be close or close to ending
Everybody loves everybody

thats all

For a friend who I wish was more

This is for you....I hope you can read this. I cannot say your name. Your more than a friend to me....your a butterfly. When your not around, I want to cry. And I miss you. When I see you, I get weak. When I hug you, I can hardly speak. These words remind me of you, so well. "City Of Blinding Lights" By U2.

The more you see the less you know The less you find out as you go I knew much more then than I do now Neon heart day-glow eyes A city lit by fireflies They're advertising in the skies For people like us And I miss you when you're not around I'm getting ready to leave the ground Oh you look so beautiful tonight In the city of blinding lights Don't look before you laugh Look ugly in a photograph Flash bulbs purple irises The camera can't seeI've seen you walk unafraid I've seen you in the clothes you made Can you see the beauty inside of me? What happened to the beauty I had inside of me ? And I miss you when you're not around I'm getting ready to leave the ground Oh you look so beautiful tonight In the city of blinding lights Time...time...time...time...time Won't leave me as I am But time won't take the boy out of this man Oh you look so beautiful tonight Oh you look so beautiful tonight Oh you look so beautiful tonight In the city of blinding lights The more you know the less you feel Some pray for others steal Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel... luckily


I know you can never like me the way I like you, but please remeber butterfly, I'm here for you.

A view to a kill

Mood: Celver.....
Tuneage: "A View To A Kill" Duran Duran (-shigh- yes....its from the movie...)

Thats one of the coolest movies ever, but my fav. is Golden Eye. lol short entry I know...but I gotta run! Hey if you havent seen thoes movies check them out!! There AWSOME!

And we could be

A field of flowers and fire-flies. I look in your eyes. There two different colors. We waltz under stardust and petals from poppies. Light dances in your eyes. Oh! Oh how I miss you so. All those years ago...I remember what you sang to me so sweetly under a cherry blossom tree "Though nothing, can keep us together, we can beat them! Forever and ever, and we could be heroes just for one day"

Random Idea "Have you ever....."

Have you ever had one of thoes moments where you herd and or saw something that just made you like blush beat red and want to curl up in a coner and die? I've had a few experiences....I leave you with this! Figure it out and (if you know me) you'll get it.

"And we could be heroes...just for one day"

So many things I could say

Hmmm....I'm hyper. THIS! Is not normal.....well depending on the situation. ....I blame koooool aid bro. DONT DRINK IT!! Although, in a desprite attempt, (and after watching "Ziggy Stardust" for the 1000000000000th time...Andrew...its ur fault!) I tried to dye my hair red (cherry kool aid) aznd spike it! However, Jucie for hair dye dosnt work.

Shes just another girl with Rock N Roll Suicide (better for me to describe my self in 3rd person)

A hand runs threw her brown, blonde "Brush stroked" hair. She shighs..its to heavy to think. Her head is foggy head not quite right. All while Lovin' the starman. (OMFG if you get that I LOVEEEEE YOU!!) She wants a ciggirett although, she never tried. Lump in her throat, make-up in her eyes! I told you.....just rock n roll suicide.

Current Actions

Tuneage: "Trouble" Coldplay
Mood: Shit.

Have you ever felt like "OH! I'm doing better!" And then you find out your dead wrong? Yhea....that happend. I have to take 2 pills now....shit. Bull shit. I hate the world at the moment. Can you blame me?

A poem for Nico

A lady with blonde hair, diffrent from the rest. Her eyes are blue, she lights a ciggeret. Lovely lovely Nico...never will you grow old, my darling...let me be yout marrior

Rock N Roll Suicide

To anyone who feels the way I feel right now (and or any bowie fan)


Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget Ohhh how how how, youre a rock n roll suicide Youre too old to lose it, too young to choose it And the clocks waits so patiently on your song You walk past a cafe but you dont eat when youve lived too long Oh, no, no, no, youre a rock n roll suicide Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road But the day breaks instead so you hurry home Dont let the sun blast your shadow Dont let the milk float ride your mind Youre so natural - religiously unkind Oh no love! youre not alone Youre watching yourself but youre too unfair You got your head all tangled up but if I could only Make you care Oh no love! youre not alon eNo matter what or who youve been No matter when or where youve seen All the knives seem to lacerate your brain Ive had my share, Ill help you with the painY oure not alone Just turn on with me and youre not alone Lets turn on with me and youre not alone Lets turn on and be not alone Gimme your hands cause youre wonderful Gimme your hands cause youre wonderful Oh gimme your hands love.

Things I admit

1. Ive tried to get high
2. Ive gotten high
3. Ive made several attempts at Rock N Roll Suicide (AKA killing your self.)
4. Ive inhaled paint fumes on perpous
5. I cut my self
6. I have depression......

I shout and no one seems to hear

Why cant I be herd? Why cant I be accpeted for who I am? Why must I get laughed at! I shout and no one seems to hear....my cry for help; understanding. Just because I'm "differnt from the other girls" If you get my point

Current actions at the time

Tuneage: "Pictures of you" The Cure
Mood/Feeling: Lost....wanting....empty almost
I want it to rain....really hard and I want the world to stop turning. When it rains I want to run outside and scream. And I want to keep running till I'm far away.

History

Greetings from Washington D.C! Its cold up here!! I cant wait to get back home. I like Washington dont get me wrong, but, eh, I dont know. I like New York City better. Hee hee, srry people of Washington! But aside from that, I now express my views on the swearing in of our Nations 44th president, Barack Obama! (YES WE DID!!)

In the pulse of history I stood, millions of people bared the cold with open arms. We the
American people have spoken. Millons of people crowd the Capital in Washington, D.C. All for what? To stand in the cold and greet our new, (and first time African American President) Barack Obama. Its amazing to see everyone. But, the most amazing thing to me is, that my home state, Floirda (witch is generaly a conseritive state in most areas...or all of Jullington creek) Is a blue state

Hey Guess what!!?

I saw Bono! ALL OF YOU BE JELOUIS!! <3 XD

The Issue

I guess it's more so PRIDE and FEAR than LOVE but than again.....LOVE is better than my tears

The Rain

The Rain the rain, falling down, the rain the rain touches the ground. Tears they run down, run down on your face, in the rain in the rain we are not out of place. My makeup runs its hard to see, I like the rain the rain I like the rain the rain. Because its like...you can cry and no body will notice

Current Daily Actions at the present time

Listening to: "Motion Picutre Soundtrack" Radiohead (If you dont know this song look it up)
Mood: Restless..... Misunderstood.....
Watching: Bits and peices of a football game (unfortanily) and watch words come up on the computer screen
Observations: It looks like its going to rain, ITS FREEZING IN HERE!!!

My anti-depressents make me feel strange sometimes....like I move slower...all I can do is like lay down and listen and breathe....I feel weak, Ifeel empty

GUESS WHAT!!!???

Okay! So as some of you know (you all know who you are.....) I'm a REALLY REALLY I mean like I-have-a-yellow-submerine-on-my-wall big beatles fan!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I get to go to liverpool!! YAY!! -jumps up and down- I'm gonna walk on Abby Road with my shoes off! (hee hee) Baby I'm Amazed!! At last! I've been waiting for this moment for like ever

Cut me up

Strawberrys and heroin...crying out for nothing. Cut me up make me bleed....only to learn. Shiney Shiney razor blade, cut me up. OH MY GOD! I've gone insane

I wonder....

If God exsist?

The Raven

I walk alone neth a hanging of the old. The raven cries and clips its wings....I love a poet...his name I dare not told, He lives on desiliation row....For I wish to be his lover...but alas! He dosnt know my name. People make love and I'll wait for him on the septs with the raven in the broken window of his beutiful soul.

Lyrics

Okay, before you read...side note: I DIDNT WRITE THIS!! I wish I did.....but alas! I can not write something such as this...... :(. Im not telling you the artist. If you read it all then you will probly know who by the writing style. I will give you the song name. The song however, remains my favorite song. If the poet is to read this.......well, it makes me blush to think of it. Comment if u think u know who sings it! ;)

"Desolation Row" (btw desolation means hopeless)

They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy"It takes one to know one," she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning"You Belong to Me I Believe"And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave"And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read"Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding CasanovaTo get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agent sAnd the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting"Which Side Are You On?"And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the door knob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lameI had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no Not unless you mail themFrom Desolation Row

I wonder....

I wonder what it was like for Elton John to come out?

Sad eyed angel (for my angel...her name I will not say..some will know)

Sweet angel...let me have your kiss. You face like glass....your eyes like lace. Oh who can hurt you? You face is hallow...but alas! I still want you. As the sun sets...into your eyes, were later the moon light swims. I bleed for you.....sad eyed angel of the broken sky. Wind caress your face....Oh sad eyed anegl shall I wait? Wait to be with you? You were Andy's silver queen, and the poets muse....all my dreams...all my tears...all my blood...I'll give it to you. Dont let me catch you crying...please...I dont wanna see you crying....If you die.....I will fallow in your wake. Oh sweet angel of the empty sky, how could my mother rejct you? Oh sad eyed angel...let me kiss you. Is it a mistake? For I...to want you? I wont let Dylan touch you! Yes, I am jelous. Why can he hold you? Why do you leave me in the rain with the flowers I picked for you?

Things I find my self thinking

How?

Why?

Cool Shirt

Your pretty

AWAY FROM ME!!

OMG! IS THAT -put some random persons name here-

I wonder if Dylan ever went here....

The Beatles played hear!!

BANANA!

I wish I could wander

You Sir!!

Where am I??

HOLY DAVID BOWIE BAT MAN!!

She loves you yhea yhea yhea

How does it feeeeeeeeel

Get me outta here and on a train to New York!

I wish I had a ciggiret......

Soup Can!!!

I wonder what would John Lennon would do?

IS THAT LOU REED!!!!!!??? Oh damn it! I fail again

Nickie! XD

A poem for Andy

You are strange. You are silver. You are pretty. A painting of flowers and a lady hang on the wall. As Lou takes drugs and people love, you take pictures with your camra. Click. Never are you without it sweet Andy. Paint the walls silver. Let the room fill with songs

A poem for Edie Dearest

Echoes hit the empty room....like the highest note on the keybord.....heart beat....the clock ticks and tocks. The echoes are tears of me, hitting the piano. I cry for her and her alone. She is my soul....my flower....She is wilted and gone. My body is a heavy stone.....as I weep for her. I sit with her as she sleeps in the ground. The wind blows hair in my face. I loved her then, love her I still. My Edie Dearest, wind caress your cheek. I laugh to my self, then I scream in rage.....Edie.....

Random thought

I cant sing. (inside joke....if you read this meliss. I know your laughing)

Blank Beat Nick

I stare, blank, black, cold harsh naked dream unto drempt at newly woven flesh of poetry burning by the bedside of white light mid-night oil. The blank beat nick moves in waves of bright color and confusing tempo of songs. Paint is the body of the religion The pen is its wepon. cosmic flowers bloom in super nova and face quickly without goodbye. The sky is a splatterd strawberry, juice drips from the sky and taste that of sweet blood, let it linger on your tounge bite it. The beat nicks crowd the street hoping for answers. He is holy He is holy He is the only God. said the mental nun. the cross she bares is of sin and purity. I howl at the empty universe.roesess wrapped me into a deep ripple across the universe. The black angechildern on thorns of glass. Souls cry out for love that has none. Broken light childern are carless and free. Free your mind free your head. I have become, the blank beat nick of the lost generation

These words I wrote for you (dylan esc)

These words I wrote for you are nothing like yours. These words I wrote for you...I hope they shall last. Wrote em' from a sad eyed dream I had about you. I walked the earth....and wanderd far. All humming a song I saw you do. Perhaps it is silly, perhaps it is fate that I such a fool, stumble apoun you. All within a sarrow full attempt to impress you. Oh, should I wait for you? You wouldnt know that I'd found you like this. Fire in your eyes, warn out souls on your shoes. The only thing I remeber you for is your bright blue eyes. Bluer than robins eggs. With your gaze, heart of stone....I pray these words shall last. Tis' a sad attempt for someone to see me such as you. Yet I remain bitten, hungry and forsake....still....in love with you.

Exprimental FLIM

The color of water fills an empty glass, this is my experimental flim...is the camra on? Light bulb swinging back and forth on an empty string.....rainbow gold fish in the sky I'm not sure how it ends but your all gonna be in my experimental, experimental flim....I made it. :3

Pink Floyd Political Part 3 "Darling of the underground"

Fallen war hero turns to ash, buring unto a present past. We beat nicks and outcast hide....deep within the underground. Like rats! Rats we are called!! If they only knew what we could do......if only....the power we have. Our music people call us strage....as they nazis conformist try to make communist america more of a reality. The grim pitcure of fate has been painting, bloold. Drunken fools! HA! I laugh at there stupidity. Our culter makes sence....living is art. Hmh! Yet they claim our art and music and writings to be...rubbish! Please! Comparing Pollock to Warhol! A crime! I tell you. But nothing more is to be said. Sad such, rather be in dearly old england? Well!!? State your opion before your drafted man!! Come on then! Out with it!! Nazi Communist America is the way! HA! We are all fools

A poem for Bobby <3

On to desolation row. Dancing like a tight rope walker I remain cold and in stable. Crying for you as I walk into the bleeding rain...and I wonder where I'll go? I hope I'll meet you on desilation row. If then, oh what do I know? If I am notice, ignor the tears of linger and wanting on my face. Your eyes are so cold they make me want to lay down and die. The moon is hidden and the stars they hide. Im afriad to say "Hello". If you may find me foolish....forgive me, as a fool I may be....I'll probly never forget seeing you on desolation row.