On the phone yesterday so sorry that i wasn’t there

to find myself a captive in these bricks that we had laid

sitting staring at the door wishing i was not alone

yet i only have to swallow once to lose myself and float away

where am i

where the hell am i

i feel so lost

i’m breaking down inside

so i question is this the life that i was meant to live

fighting for the next chance that i will get to fly

there’s got to be more for me than what i’m seeing here

but how am i supposed to know where to go and who to be

where am i

where the hell am i

i feel so lost

i’m breaking down inside

At the window yesterday gazing out upon the world

holding on for all my hopes fighting for my sanity

pullint out of my hole of this prison meant for me

trying hard to change but he’s always been this way but oh well

here am i

what have yoou got

i’m sitting right here

so take your best shot

here i go

what did i do

you tell me

cuz i ain’t got a clue

It was many many years ago
in the kingdom by the sea
that a maiden lived who you may know
her name was ANNABEL LEE
This maiden she lived with no other thought
than to love and be loved by me

I was a child and she was a child
in this kingdom by the sea
but we loved with a love that was more than love-
i and my ANNABEL LEE
So great was our love that heaven above
coveted her and me

And this was the reason that long ago
in this kingdom by the sea
a wind blew out of the cold and froze
my dear sweet ANNABEL LEE
so that those of her noble birth came by
and took her away from me
to shut her up in a grave so high
in this kingdom by the sea

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
of those older and wiser than we
and neither the angels in heaven above
nor the demons deep in the sea
could ever sever my soul from the soul
of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE

For no moon ever beams without bringing me dreams
of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE
and no star can rise but i see the eyes
of my lovely ANNABEL LEE
and so at this night tide i lay down at her side
in her tomb by the sounding sea

More calm that a heartbeat that flat lines
Quiet like a dark street under the moonlight
A phrase of action that’s been screamed by the guts of men
Ever since their first experienced
Injustice, prejudice, discrimination
A word louder than a gunshot
And softer than a baby’s laugh
It will pass just like it always has
Until it spits off the lips of the next man
Who’s had it up to here

Did somebody say a revolution
Or is it all in my head
Did somebody say a revolution
Or at least it’s been said

Not the first or the last to imagine it
Acknowledge the concept question and grasp it
Rebel against the I
And bring down the self
Mutiny me overthrow you
Rebellion starts within the time is now

Did somebody say a revolution
Or is it all in my head
Did somebody say a revolution
Or at least it’s been said

bass solo

I’m diving in
And I hope i don’t come up for air
As i submerge myself in you

i like the way you make me feel,
the suffocation when you’re around
i like the the sparkle in your eyes
and how you crack a smile
on my face

you captivate me
you infiltrate me
you hypnotize me
you energize me
you make these eyes of mine
unable to close and sleep at night

interlude

i doubt you even know
and would you even care
how much i wish that you were
here by my side

i’d be so happy
if you’d be my only
and if i only
had the guts to ask you

so here i go now
without any air in my lungs

interlude

hey you there
yeah you there with the hair
how ’bout you come here
how ’bout you be my girl,
‘cuz

you keep me up at night
thinking of you
and when you’re gone i’m
left without my Astoria

i wonder what you’ll do
i wonder what you’ll say
but here i go anyway
yeah here i go anyway

If you guys want to meet, let me know. I’ve got a drumset in storage downstairs that I can set up, so that’s cool. Post here, call me (I think you all know my number, at least Jeff and Morrow do), or hit me up on AIM (youkilisformvp).

PS: I just figured out how to write calc programs on the computer. Don’t be surprised if you see a heavily updated and streamlined Hitsim after break

tomorrow, Feb. 12, 2008

we’ll say, like 2:00 to 3:00, Dean, just bring your guitar and a cord and you’ll be good.  I’m working on a place to keep it.

Hey, yeah, this is our site.  Sweet.  Morrow, post those lyrics.