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July 19, 2007 2 comments

Well…

Been awhile. What’s there to say? Been there and back again, and I’m still here. For now.

Yes, for now, here is my latest obsession:

Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true

Hey there Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise
I’m by your side

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You’ll know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This one’s for you

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me

-Plain White T’s

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Categories: ethereal, lyrics

Men

July 1, 2007 Leave a comment

It’s always about men, isn’t it? Fucking men. And I mean that in the “Goddamn fucking men” sense, not the “fucking men senseless” sense.

A seemingly endless phone call from my father now has me pondering the vast disappointment I have experienced with most of the men in my life-be they family, friends, or lover. How none of those I have wanted to look up to, to respect, have lived up to my expectations. Are they that high and lofty that I cannot accept these shortcomings I find in these men?

Or perhaps it is simply that, after years of supporting my father against my mother’s derisive comments and criticisms, I have found that my mother has been more accurate all along, and my father has fallen far, far short of what I believed of him?

Just thinking about him fills me with an overwhelming, helpless frustration.

But I still feel terrible for my curtness over the phone.

This is one of those days where one feels one should never have gotten out of bed…

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