oh, we're still the greatest...

i am obsessed with this song...

sex on fire
by kings of leon

Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching

All the commotion
The kiddie like play
Has people talking
Talking

You
Your sex is on fire

Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I'm driving
I'm driving

Soft lips are open
Them nuckles is pale
Feels like you're dying
Your dying

You
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire

Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it

But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest

You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire

And so
Were the words to transpire

And you
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire

:)

so you think you could tell... a smile from a veil?

wish you were here
by: pink floyd

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.


ok... i'll admit... i suck on guitar. i really just try to be able to immitate any fragment of music that means something to me... including this song. this is what i have so far...


Tuning: EADGBe

h - hammer on
p - pull off
b - bend string up
/ - slide up
\ - slide down
x - play 'note' with heavy damping


Intro:
Strum a few Times Strum a few Times
^V^ ^V^
e---------------------3-------------------3---|
B---------------------3-------------------3---|
G---------------------0-------0-----------0---|
D-------------0--2----0----2-----2--------0---| * 2
A------0h2------------2-------------------2---|
E---3-----------------x-------------------3---|

Strum a few Times Strum a few Times
^V^ ^V^
e---------------------3--------------------------------3---|
B---------------------3--------------------------------3---|
G---------------------0--------------------------------2---|
D-------------0--2----0------2-----0-------------------2---| * 2
A------0h2------------2------------------2-------0-----0---|
E---3-----------------x--------------------------------0---|




e---3---|
B---3---|
G---0---|
D---0---| ( Guitar 1 continues to play over the solo )
A---2---|
E---3---|

... and even so... playing a piece of music that someone else has written is only just flattery. or mockery. or idolatry. or any other kind of mimicry.

goodnight.

she looks like the real thing... she tastes like the real thing...

fake plastic trees
by radiohead

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out It wears her out, it wears her out.
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .

She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out. It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.
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once upon a time i remember when i felt like a real girl.
now it seems like there is too much "life" to worry about to have real feelings about anything.
and it also seems like people no longer appreciate genuine feelings.
when did having feelings get in the way of people LIVING?
like we all walk through life like zombies wishing for something that we don't actually dish out.
maybe if i ate your brains then i'd know what you were thinking...
whatever... i guess things like thoughts, and feelings, are reserved for people like me who seem to be consistently dysthymic.
maybe one day i will find by eeyore and we'll make each other some happy asses.
until then... all i can do is hope to not get caught up in being fake or plastic.