Thursday, June 9, 2005

Tired very tired. Want Liz really bad. Thoughts on level of primeval need. Can't make intelligent remarks. Must go to sleep. Why is the foul pole in fair teritory? Why can't I drink at Ninghteen? Why is my spelling so horrible. Must post lyrics for the fans of my site.

Brand New
"Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades"

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for se-...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.


Peace Love Dope,
Miquel Anthony Cremeans
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Monday, May 16, 2005

Oh yeah
My new thing will be to post song Lyrics every once in a while I don't mind request but if you ask for shit you'll know



Otep
» House Of Secrets

Shh It's okay, it's okay
This is our
Dirty, little, secret

We're all alone in the city
My hands are stoned with pity
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
And I, I, I, don't feel pretty
Today

And there's a lady in a stable
Her daddy reads her fables
About the moon and his bride
He's in her room every night
And feeds upon a table
Of silken robes, an altar of stone
But the child is unable
To run run run
And flee his tower of babel
So blood blood blood
Slithers down her ankles

We're all alone in the city
My hands are stoned with pity
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
And I, I, I, don't feel pretty
Today

Come one, come all, witness the fall
Cry to the sky
Today we break away
Uprising [x3]
In the house of secrets
What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear [x2]
Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear
Uprising [x2]

Locked away
In the chamber of hysterics
Here
In the house
Of secrets
In the house of secrets
I will tell you of loneliness
Shhhhh


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You've Messed with The Rest Now Mess With Me
So me and lizz, still together found out she's just been uber busy so no time to hang out or anything. I told how I feel about her truly besides just saying I love you I told her how she makes me feel and let me tell ya it was hard to drag out. My job transferred me to Castle rock which really sucks, so I'm going to be looking for another while keeping this one. Nik my buddey isn't graduating nor my bud Micheal, which sucks major ass. C.J. has returned but I just havn't had the time to talk to him. I can't go to the east coast this year to visit some people unless I get some major money fast (powerball powerball). I'm really tired and worn from traveling everywhere, I wish that Lizz wasn't so busy so mabe I could convince her to come up here everyonce in a while. My pool skills have improved. I need to talk to michele, darlenne and melissa before they kill me and well I'm tired so I'm going to go before I start screaming like a little boy band groupie about Otep and how artistic and smart she is. If I even had a chance with that rock and roll goddess I'd probably to ask lizz's forgivness the next day and become a catholic agian so I could go to confession. So I'll post later in these next three days and if any off my adoring fans want to contact me personally my aim screen name is MickCremeans. I want to meet the people that actually read this stuff about my life.


Peace Love Dope
Miquel Anthony Cremeans
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Friday, April 22, 2005

A Worthy Cause
www.one.org

We're not asking for your money. We're asking for your voice
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What happened on the way to the forum?
So back to my old sport: drinking. Went with a guy from work for a few rounds and and sang some Karaoke (spelled that wrong. going to visit Becky sometime this weeked hopefully and see how she's doing. Lizz and I are on a downward spiral that seems to have no end but I'm holding on for love. No wonder I started to drink agian
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