Well, according to my Dutch diploma, I am a B1 level when following the Common European Framework . I’ll say C1 is the goal I’m going for right now – C2 can come later.
So, getting closer! I actually never thought I could even get this far, to be honest :P 10 months ago
Puppies.
I sell puppies at the 4th of July rodeo back home, and I love just sitting around with them all day. And my friend’s family just got a new puppy – made my week to see it. 11 months ago
This is actually a long standing goal I have with my neighbors, my mom, and my oldest brother. This will take a long time to do but screw it, I’ll get it done!
The stadiums and their respective cities (bolded ones are the ones that I’ve visited) – out of use stadiums are added if I’ve been there:
So, my original goal was 100 way back in January, simply because 100 is a nice number. Then I realized that that’s like a book every 3 and change days, and with the amount of classes and other things I have going on, that’s a little unreasonable.
So, 50 it is. I already have 25 read this year, so that’s nice (3 books ahead right now!), and I’m hoping to get a few more read before I leave Belgium. I actually have some money right now, so maybe I’ll be getting some more Kindle books soon :)
So, to kick it off, here are the one’s I’ve read so far. If you have any suggestions for me, do tell!
Book List
I’ve forgotten to update this, considering I wrote this goal like… almost three years ago. Daaang.
Finished
Have Yet to Finish
... when I get home.
After living in a bunch of different houses, I think I understand how to better organize things. And honestly, I can throw away most of what I have in my room – I’ve been a year without it, I really don’t need it. Too much stuff with sentimental value though :/ 11 months ago
Just the sound of your voice
Drowning out all my noise
When you call my name mysteriously
All the source to let me see
Little bit of feel good goes a long way
I need your touch to get me through my day
Watching you sleeping I pray
Please don’t make my feel good go away
Just a look of those eyes, cutting through my smokey skies
And the parts of me that grow from you
Cleared my vision so that I could see
Little bit of feel good goes a long way
I need your touch to get me through my day
Watching you sleeping I pray
Please don’t make my feel good go away
Just the smell of you hair follows me everywhere
Your sweet alchemy turned trouble to gold
Transforming it all to let me know
A little bit of feel good goes a long way
I need your touch to get me through my day
Watching you sleeping I pray
Please don’t make my feel good go away
Little bit of feel good goes a long way
I need your touch to get me through my day
Watching you sleeping I pray
Please don’t make my feel good go away
Please don’t make my feel good go away
Please don’t make my feel good go away
Please don’t make it go away 3 years ago
How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right?
When he died was it really his time?
Or was it suicide?
And Holden Caufield is a friend of mine
We go drinking from time to time
and I find, it gets harder every time
Back Off!
You’re out on the street again
Don’t you stop!
Did you know you couldn’t swim?
Back Off!
You’re out on the street again
I’m not going to play if there ain’t no way I’ll win!
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life
and I find, it gets harder every time
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
Placed his face in between the two
and sighed, “Here’s To Life!”
Back Off!
You’re out on the street again
Don’t you stop!
Did you know you couldn’t swim?
Back Off!
You’re out on the street again
I’m not going to play if there ain’t no way I’ll win!
Hey there Salinger, What did you do?
Just when the world was looking at you
To write anything, that meant anything
You told us you were through
And it’s been years since you passed away
but I see no plaque, and I see no grave.
And I can’t help believing, you wanted it that way.
Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep?
You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep
And who was there to break your fall?
We’re guilty, One and All
And I don’t know much, but I do know this
With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist
But I can’t help agreeing with those that would not quit.
And it makes me sick when I think of it
All my heroes could not live with this
and I hope you rest in peace
Because with us, You never did!
And K.D.C., you were much too young!
And you changed my life!
But I draw the line at suicide!
Here’s To Life!! 3 years ago
Gotta love Bocelli.
Vivo per lei da quando sai
la prima volta l’ho incontrata,
non mi ricordo come mai
mi è entrata dentro e c’è restata.
Vivo per lei perché mi fa
vibrare forte l’anima,
vivo per lei e non è un peso.
Vivo per lei anch’io lo sai
e tu non esserne geloso,
lei è di tutti quelli che
hanno un bisogno sempre acceso,
come uno stereo in camera,
di chi è da solo e adesso sa,
che è anche per lui, per questo
io vivo per lei.
E’ una musa che ci invita
a sfiorarla con le dita,
attraverso un pianoforte
la morte è lontana,
io vivo per lei.
Vivo per lei che spesso sa
essere dolce e sensuale,
a volte picchia in testa ma
è un pugno che non fa mai male.
Vivo per lei lo so mi fa
girare di città in città,
soffrire un po’ ma almeno io vivo.
E’ un dolore quando parte.
Vivo per lei dentro gli hotels.
Con piacere estremo cresce.
Vivo per lei nel vortice.
Attraverso la mia voce
si espande e amore produce.
Vivo per lei nient’altro ho
e quanti altri incontrerò
che come me hanno scritto in viso:
io vivo per lei.
Io vivo per lei
sopra un palco o contro ad un muro…
Vivo per lei al limite.
... anche in un domani duro.
Vivo per lei al margine.
Ogni giorno
una conquista,
la protagonista
sarà sempre lei.
Vivo per lei perché oramai
io non ho altra via d’uscita,
perché la musica lo sai
davvero non l’ho mai tradita.
Vivo per lei perché mi dà
pause e note in libertà
Ci fosse un’altra vita la vivo,
la vivo per lei.
Vivo per lei la musica.
Io vivo per lei.
Vivo per lei è unica.
Io vivo per lei.
Io vivo per lei.
Io vivo
per lei.
English Translation
I live for her, you know, since
the first time I met her.
I do not remember how, but
she entered within me and stayed there.
I live for her because she makes
my soul vibrate so strongly.
I live for her and it is not a burden.
I live for her too, you know,
and don’t be jealous:
she belongs to all those who
have a need that is always switched on
like a stereo in the bedroom,
to someone who is alone and now knows
that she is also for him; for this reason
I live for her.
She is a muse who invites us
to brush her with the fingers.
Through a piano
death remains far away;
I live for her.
I live for her who often knows
how to be sweet and sensual;
sometimes she stuns you but
it is a blow that never hurts.
I live for her. I know she makes me
travel from town to town
and suffer a little, but at least I live.
It is painful when she leaves.
I live in hotels for her.
It grows with supreme pleasure.
I live for her in the vortex.
Through my voice
it expands and produces love.
I live for her, I have nothing else,
and how many others I shall meet
who, like me, have written on their faces
“I live for her.”
I live for her
on a dais or against a wall
I live for her to the limit.
…also in a harsh tomorrow.
I live for her to the very edge.
Every day
a conquest;
the protagonist
will always be her.
I live for her because now
I have no other way out,
because, you know, music
is something I have truly never betrayed.
I live for her because she gives me
rests and notes with freedom.
If there were another life I’d live it,
I’d live it for her.
I live for her, music.
I live for her.
I live for her, she is unique.
I live for her.
I live for her.
I live
for her. 3 years ago
Second PotF song I’ve heard – I’m so glad my penpal suggested them to me.
Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it’s not even seven AM
You’re feeling the rush of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in
Hurry up then
Or you’ll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind
So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you’re safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning
Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
It’s hand in your hand
A shadow over you
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don’t mater if you won’t listen
If you won’t let them follow you
You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don’t look behind
So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you’re safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning
Day after day
Fickle visions messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious…
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you’re safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning 3 years ago
Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.
Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.
The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn’t take flight, brass
Knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from
Traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away.
What do you do when there’s nowhere to go? Empty pools and punk
Rock shows, after that nobody knows and the sun goes down and the
Streetlights glow. We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust
With the punk rock south day girls screaming lyrics at us. From the
Backseat kicking up dust to the sound of the only people we can trust.
Out of control and you’ve shivered my timbers, i’m all fucked up the
Moon’s just a sliver yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers.
Out of control and you’ve shivered my timbers, i’m all fucked up the
Moon’s just a sliver yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers.
The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
We’re gonna start throwing them at you (We’ll throw them at you)
Yea, The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
We’re gonna start throwing them at you (We’ll throw them at you)
Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.
Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.
The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn’t take flight, brass
Knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from
Traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away.
What do you do when there’s nowhere to go? Empty pools and punk
Rock shows, after that nobody knows and the sun goes down and the
Streetlights glow. We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust
With the punk rock south day girls screaming lyrics at us. From the
Backseat kicking up dust to the sound of the only people we can trust.
Out of control and you’ve shivered my timbers, i’m all fucked up the
Moon’s just a sliver yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers.
Out of control and you’ve shivered my timbers, i’m all fucked up the
Moon’s just a sliver yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers.
The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
We’re gonna start throwing them at you (We’ll throw them at you)
Yea, The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
Of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
We’re gonna start throwing them at you (We’ll throw them at you)
Kick us when we’re down we’re not going away, we’re the stray dogs that
Chase you the ones that betray you. And wild through the streets
And sleep with the decay of all that you have left us like fit disarray
Out of control and you’ve shivered my timbers, tell us to shut up
And we’ll give you the finger, yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Silence is golden but duct tape is silver OBEY! 3 years ago
One of my many theme songs.
I’ve come to my senses,
That I’ve become senseless,
I could give you lessons on how to ruin your friendships,
Every last conviction, I smoked them all away,
I drank my frustrations down the drain, out of the way,
So I sit and wait and wonder,
“Does anyone else feel like me?”
Someone so tired of their routines and disappearing self-esteems,
I’ll sing along,
Yeah with every emergency,
Just sing along,
I’m the king of catastrophes,
I’m so far gone,
That deep down inside I think it’s fine by me,
I’m my own worst enemy
I could be an expert on co-dependency,
I could write the best book on under it’s tragedy,
I’ve been spending my time at the local liquor store,
I’ve been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor,
So I sit and wait and wonder,
“Does anyone else feel like me?”
I’m so over dosed on apathy and burnt out on sympathy
I’ll sing along,
Yeah with every emergency,
Just sing along,
I’m the king of catastrophes,
I’m so far gone,
That deep down inside I think it’s fine by me,
I’m my own worst enemy
Let the meaning slip away
Lost my faith in another day,
Self deprication seems okay,
I never thought I’d make it anyway
I’ll sing along,
Yeah with every emergency,
Just sing along,
I’m the king of catastrophes,
I’m so far gone,
That deep down inside I think it’s fine by me,
I’m my own worst enemy
I’m my own worst enemy [x5] 3 years ago
Also known as TPTPFTPPMTYWPOTIOYE (or They Provide the Paint) by BOTAR
There is a man with no face and a name I don’t remember always in the house in the middle of the woods and he said once “Son, don’t you laugh out loud for they are listening, oh, they are listening. Oh you’ve got to be strong, Oh, you’ve got to keep holding on. It’s now just a matter of time”
They provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece that you will paint on the insides of your eyelids; can you possibly see anything you want to see? No (Hell No!) “There’s nothing wrong with the way I see” and he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war he wanted to kill and fight and maim but not be told what he was fighting for. And that’s the way it’s gonna have to be my friend, and that’s the way it’s gonna have to be my friend.
I passed a man on the corner in the city yesterday singing, “Yada yada yada and tomorrow it’ll end.” I never thought I’d live to see another sunny day but I’m here and I fear I’ll be here until the end.
So watch your mouth, or you’re gonna make a grave mistake. Hold your tongue, or you’re gonna catch a bullet in the head. Watch your mouth, or you’re gonna make a grave mistake. Don’t die for anything less than the best of life.
The things he said went to your head, you never tried to understand: “What they take you will never take back, ‘cause they take what they take when they can cause they can from you. You follow me and you follow me but you never ask why and I wonder what you’re under could this be another piece of the, “I don’t care I just do what they say because they say what to do in a matter-of-fact way.” Don’t stop because you might get burned and you might just learn to stand on your own two feet and I think that it’s neat how you learn to repeat everything that you hear in the street so well. [Learn to repeat everything that you hear so well 2x]
And everyone was resting because they thought it was the end and even if it wasn’t they decided they’d pretend and somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering “You can fight all you want they will win in the end.”
Sometimes in the evening when I’m lying in my bed, I am taken to the forest to the isolated shed, and I wake with his words resonating in my head and I can’t stop thinking about the gist of what he said.
So watch your mouth, or you’re gonna make a grave mistake. Hold your tongue or you’re gonna catch a bullet in the head. Watch your mouth or you’re gonna make a grave mistake. Don’t die for anything less than the best of, everyone settles for the rest not the best of, I will die for no less than the best of life. 3 years ago
Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you’d see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain’t the Lord, no I’m just a fool
Learning loving somebody don’t make them love you
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn’t worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But its my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they’re directed at you
I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But its not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I’ve had enough mystery.
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well im already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I’d wondered why’d it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I’m not you
And If I was I wouldn’t be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain’t so easy to do
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, foool 3 years ago
Down in Eutaw, Alabama in 1965
A young man ‘bout 21, no different than you or I
He’s catchin’ catfish, and gettin’ drunk
But Uncle Sam called, he called him up
Sent him out to Vietnam
That young man
Got his life turned upside down
Turned his smile into a frown
Robbed that king of his crown
For an ideal he didn’t even know about
He was gamblin’ at the wagon when that army man showed up
And he flashed that pen and paper
And ol’ Flukie he signed up
There’s gonna be a big time in the jungle
Gonna be a firefight
Gonna be a rumble
Send me out to Vietnam
I’ll fight ten men
I got nothin’ left in the States for me
I wanna see the world you see
I know that Uncle Sam needs me
To fight for an ideal I know nothing about
Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud
And he could not see the corpses for the ragin’ dust cloud
Grab your duffle bags, head to the checkpoint
Welcome to Vietnam, boys, you’re in for a hell of a fight
Take it from the ones who know
The army moves slow
Hurry up and wait, don’t sleep late
And learn to hate your brother
Before you hate your foe
On patrol out in the rice fields, them choppers flew low
Glancing for the hand signal to tell you where to go
Then the bombs started fallin’
And they pounded his brain
And he thought about Eutaw and who was to blame
For sendin’ him to Vietnam 3 years ago
Happiest Swedish song I have heard yet.
Sluta dröm om det ljuva livet,
(vi kommer aldrig va med om det)
Och be aldrig mer om ursäkt
(för sakerna du aldrig gjorde)
Men det äter upp dig när du
ligger i din säng.
Åh gud det gör så ont att nåt
så nära kan va så långt bort.
Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Wo-oh!
Jag vet att de bara är fantasier
och nu är hon i mig.
Och kommer alltid vara.
Och jag vet att allt är falskt och bedrägeri,
men det struntar jag i
för vi dansar och du har så mjuka läppar.
Åh kom igen lena,
vad skulle vi annars göra?
Kom igen lena,
kom igen Le-enaaaa….
Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Du-tu-ru-tu-ru.
Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Wo-oh!
Men bryt inte ihop nu,
du e bara en av många människor jag drömt om.
Och du kan inte fånga Mig
och jag kan inte fånga Dig
för Jag vet att hela stan vill ha Dig
(Exakt)
Åh kom igen lena,
vad skulle vi annars göra?
Åh kom igen lena.
Kom igeeen…
Kom igeeen…
Okej? Okej! Wooh!
Jazzhuset e fullt av trix å coca cola-chiks å kicks.
han har skrivit det och det,
och Hon e där från sex till sex.
Och ut på synthesizer-golvet,
Ner i ljuva livet
Upp på taken
Över staden
Under fabriksmolnen
Jag ser:
Elvispojkarna som slänger upp påskliljorna
andra Långgatan-flickorna
med hjärtat av på mitten
när Jag går runt här i feber
nere vid kanalerna
och nån dag är Jag glömd här…
Åh kom igen lena,
vad skulle vi annars göra?
Kom igen lena.
Kom igeeen…
Kom igeeen…
Kom igeeeeeeeeeeen…
English Translation
Stop dreaming about the “Dolce Vita”,
(we will never be part of that)
And never apologize again
(for things you never did)
But it hurts me to see you
lying in your bed
Oh God it hurts so much that something
so close can be so far away.
Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Wo-oh!
I know that it is only fantasies
but now she is in me.
And she will always be.
And I know that everything is false and cheated
but I don’t care
cause we are dancing and you have so soft lips.
Oh come on Lena,
What else are we supposed to do?
Come on Lena,
Come on Le-enaaaa….
Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Du-tu-ru-tu-ru.
Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Du-tu-ru-tu-ru. Wo-oh!
But don’t fall apart now,
you are only one of many people I’ve dreamt about.
And you can’t catch me
and I can’t catch you
cause I know that the whole town wants you
(It’s true!)
Oh come on Lena,
What else are we supposed to do?
Come on Lena,
Come on Le-enaaaa….
Ok? OK! Wooh!
Jazz house is full of tricks & CocaCola-chiks & kicks.
he has written that and that,
and she’s there from 6 to 6
Out of synthesizer-floor,
Down in the Dolce Vita
Up on the roof
Above the city
Under the smoke of the factories
I see:
Elvis boys that throw cellies in the air
Second avenue girls with their hearts broken in two
when I go around here in fever
down by the canals
and one day I’ll be forgotten here…
(it’s just like that, don’t give up Timo!)
Oh come on Lena,
What else are we supposed to do?
Come on Lena,
Come on Le-enaaaa…. 3 years ago
Go to birthday song.
You’re older than you’ve ever been.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
You’re older than you’ve ever been.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re older still.
TIME! Is marching on.
And time.. is still marching on.
This day will soon be at an end and now it’s even sooner.
And now it’s even sooner.
And now it’s even sooner.
This day will soon be at an end and now it’s even sooner.
And now it’s even sooner.
And now it’s sooner still.
You’re older than you’ve ever been.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
You’re older than you’ve ever been.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re older still. 3 years ago
Headline: “Murder, young girl killed
Desperate shooting at Echo’s Hill
Dreadful ending, killer died
Evidently suicide.”
A witness heard a horrifying sound
He ran to find a woman dead and
Lying on the ground
Standing by her was a man
Nervous, shaking, gun in hand
Witness says he tried to help
But he’d turned the weapon on himself
His body fell across that poor young girl
After shouting out in vain
The witness ran to call for assistance
A sad close to a broken love affair
Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are
Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are
She wanted love forever
But he had another plan
He fell into an evil way
She had to let him down
She said, “I can’t love a wayward man.”
She may have found a reason to forgive
If he had only tried to change
Was their fatal meeting prearranged?
Had a violent struggle taken place?
There was every sign that lead there
Witness found a switchblade on the ground
Was the victim unaware?
They continued to investigate
They found a note in the killer’s pocket
It could have been a suicide letter
Maybe he had lost her love
I feel there’s only one thing left to do
I’d sooner take my life away
Than live with losing you
Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are
Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are
All that we learn this time
(What we have been is what we are)
Is carried beyond this life
All that we learn this time
(What we have been is what we are)
Is carried beyond this life
Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are
Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are
All that we learn this time
(What we have been is what we are)
Is carried beyond this life
All that we learn this time
(What we have been is what we are)
Is carried beyond this life 3 years ago
Our Eyes are bleeding
Courtesy of everything
That you could ever want to hide
Our veins are dry
Sometimes the truth cuts deeper
Than the sharpest knife
Looking is an awkward feeling
When you’re beaten down
Anything to stop the burning
We’ve been running all around
We just survive
Too busy occupied with dying to
Stop and consider life
So many pretty pretty pictures
On the walls an on our fingertips
Let’s sew the borders round it
Losing is an awkward feeling
When your bleeded down
Ain’t no way to stop the burning
We’ve been running all around ourselves
And it’s the choices that we choose
In our everyday abuse
Just a short solution to a long term problem
I stabbed myself just for the scar
To see if I could feel something
And it’s the choices that we choose
Cause we’re all prophetic fools
Just a short solution to a long term problem
I need
Just one more thing
To be completely blinded
Shoot it up, shoot it in,
Buried it under all this callous skin
Losing is an awkward feeling
When your bleeded down
Ain’t no way to stop the burning
We’ve been running all around ourselves
And it’s the choices that we choose
In our everyday abuse
Just a short solution
To a long term problem everyone
Innocence is way overrated now
Choking this sober feeling down
I guess you’ve come over me
So define lonely 3 years ago
Fresh, upbeat, makes you want to live.
I just realized I left my favorite hat at the club last night
Which sickened me right off ‘cause I
Had that cap since real-real small
Then find out just right now
That my main squeeze went through my phone
Oooo
So I guess I’m single now
Imagine that
So I sneak right on The T
The conductor sees me
He’s kicking me right off with a frown
I grab my bag and I walk on
Comm. Ave., I hit up Blanchard’s
They sell cheap wine, I got six bucks
Bag rip, wine smash
Drink it up avoid the glass
But I can’t stop from just smiling
When that damn sun is shining on
Hell, It’s just
Shining down all over me
No, I can’t help but just smile
While that damn sun is shining on
Dang it’s just shining down
Down over me
So now I call up my friend
‘Cause his girl must be bored, ‘cause
She’s been spreading rumors about me
That I robbed her party, but I never had
I pull out my little disc man
I bought from a crackhead down in Reno
But my Melt-Ba-na-na CD
Is all scratched up
I think it’s stupid all the people who are moaning
Yeah moaning on
While the sun is shining down
On our city streets
Even all the things people say
Naw, ain’t affecting me
Not when that damn sun
Is shining down over me
Shining down on me
Born to just never care [x3]
About the stupid things
People moan everyday
So later on I meet Johnny Trouble
At a bar called Shay’s, a spit from Charlie’s
We sit outside talking ‘bout girls
How they’re loons but we like them anyway
No money for pints at the bar
We bring a backpack full of Pabst
Oooo
Under the table we fill our glass
So me and Johnny just sit outside
Warmed by that summer night
While those city stars are shining
Down on our streets
And I can’t help from just smiling
While those damn stars are shining down
Yeah those stars are shining
Over our city streets
No, I won’t be caught moaning
Not when light is still shining down
And me and Johnny
Warmed by that damn summer heat
And I can’t stop from just smiling
When those damn stars are shining on
Yeah, those stars are shining
Over our city streets
Can you imagine that? 3 years ago
I chose the take-away version because I think it sounds more real
I want you to know
When I look in your eyes
With every blow
Comes another lie
You think it’s alright
You think it’s alright
You think it’s alright
You think it’s alright
Can’t you feel the knife?
Can’t you feel the knife?
Can’t you feel the knife?
Can’t you feel the knife? 3 years ago
All of these folks
On the tv have their reasons
Like you on your hill
Consuming en masse with your buddies
Evertyime I watch them all go by
I take in a breath and let out a sigh
I don’t know how much of this i can handle
Excuse me is my rant taking too long?
Is it getting in the way of this lovely song?
Just promise me that you’ll never leave
I’d die if you leave me
When I was young
All of these things didn’t matter
But now times have changed
And I wasn’t paying attention
So fuck you and your mass media toys
That make being alive seem like a chore
I don’t know how much of this I can handle
Excuse me is my rant taking too long?
Is it getting in the way of this lovely song?
Just promise me that you’ll never leave
I’d die if you leave me 3 years ago
For my dad and I, this is our song.
Her daddy gave her, her first pony
Then taught her to ride
She climbed high in that saddle
Fell I don’t know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well
Cowgirls don’t cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons of life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it’s gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don’t cry
She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn’t let him see it break her heart
She didn’t let him see her fall apart
‘cause Cowgirls don’t cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons of life are goinna’ show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it’s gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don’t cry
Phone rang early one morning
Her momma’s voice, she’d been crying
Said it’s your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he’s dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said
Cowgirl don’t cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons of life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don’t cry 11 months ago
I suppose I know more about Brussel now than I did when I started writing this list, simply because of visiting there a few times. But yeah, I chose Brussel because it is the capital of Belgium – and for some things the capital of Europe – so it’s good to know about.
- It is the de facto head of the EU, as well as NATO, which I find pretty awesome. Because of the three official languages of Belgium, plus the fact that English is unofficial fourth language, it’s a good choice.
- 57% of the population in Brusses speak ONLY FRENCH. I find that astounding. Only 7% speak only Dutch, and I have to say that out of the 9% that speak French and Dutch, I assume almost all of them are native Dutch speakers. Brussel is supposed to be bilingual (the street signs are), but so many people won’t respond if you don’t speak French. Hell, even if you go to Flanders people will attempt to speak French with you. It’s such a pain to have all of the only French speakers around. French speaker demand services in French in the Dutch surrounding municipalities, even though they are Dutch. They could always, ya know, learn the other language of the country.
- Manneken Pis has been repeatedly stolen over the years, and has many legends on to why the statue is even there to begin with. He is dressed in different outfits quite often. There are other copies in the world (in Japan even), and multiple other ones in Belgium, and there are debates about which one is the oldest. 11 months ago
Yeah, forgot again. It’s a lot easier to remember some of the landmarks in South America now considering I have a face to put to each country.
17,000/100,000
17% done 11 months ago
I went out past the willow and the well
Caught my breath upon the hill
At the edge of the domain
And I went down
And further down
And when I got up,
I’m at the red cave
And with that sound
As if I had been put under a spell
She led me to her abode
Despite a winter’s day
Mary’s house in the hollow of the
White hazel rapid whirlpool
And the church of hurricane
I’m so blessed to
Have spent the time
With my family and the friends
I love with my short life I have met
So many people I deeply care for
I’m so blessed to
Have spent the time
With my family and the friends
I love with my short life I have met
So many people I deeply care for 11 months ago
I don’t really know how to count if I’ve done this. I think it’s time to do away with all of the “do this everyday” goals – forcing myself to do something may make me resent it, no matter how much I love doing it. If I’m going out riding for a week, I doubt I’d take my kindle or a book, so that’d start me over on the goal and just frustrate me. Time to read just for the sake of reading. 11 months ago
I promised Ma that I would come visit her in Brasil, probably after I learned either some French or Portuguese so I can talk to her mom. I don’t know when it will be, but I know that no matter how long it takes, we’ll still be like sisters. I can’t wait to visit her in her country to see what she’s told me about all year. 11 months ago
