Yeah… I am back up on the airwaves Feelin’ like a Soldier, and I ain’t talking where the Bears play Flair, look how I Fred Astaire (further stair) down the staircases ‘Finna be a hair-raisin’ tortoise versus hare race So you should hang around here (hair) like some earrings I know attention’s all about how you pair things So when I want them to hear me out I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out And what’s written on her titties is what it’s really about Then her vagina is some poor kids from China Nipples nuclear missiles Ass is a daughter without a dad Back is like Afghanistan, Iraq Health care hair Drive by thighs Education lips HIV eyes Environment feet Justice get her so wet, brains get you brains You can f-ck her if you protest But before you bust in her face, finish listenin’ to the tape… Enemy of the State
If albums had midnight launches I'd be first in line...
There was a time when I really hated this band, but now according to my Last.fm page, I listen to them the most. I'll keep it pretty short because people don't like reading long things, but if you are a music fan pick up (yes buy them you filthy downloaders) these two albums, they are phenomenal, and definitely some of my favorites of all-time.
Dear Black Squier Stratocaster, it was good seeing you today, it's been quite some time. Forgive me for making you to sit in the corner of my room to collect layer upon layer of dust. Remember when we first met? It was December of 2004, I was 15 years old, it was a few days before Christmas. I wanted you so bad, a lot of my friends had others like you. They were so cool, playing all those songs consisting of 99% power chords, I couldn't wait to finally play Smells Like Teen Spirit on my OWN guitar!
You know how impatient I am, I didn't even wait until Christmas to open that Squier Strat pack with you and that tiny 15G practice amp. You even came with a strap and a tuner!
We spent every day of the Christmas break together, we finally mastered the whole American Idiot album (not the hard songs of course) by the time school came back. I couldn't wait to come home, search my favorite songs (they had to be easy though) on MXtabs and play until my hands hurt.
Remember when I carried you to my friend's house to "jam" but we just ended up doing nothing? Whatever, that was still fun, walking there with you on the special bag on my back, amp in my hand. We always passed girls on the way, and yes I'm sure they were thinking the same thing we thought: "Wow, he plays the guitar, he must be so cool!".
Hell, remember when we started going over that girl's house to teach her how to play? I pretended like I was an expert and she totally bought it, she even started coming over to my house! You were so awesome.
But then we started growing apart...
I stopped playing you every day, learning new, more difficult songs wasn't as fun anymore. I started buying you things, maybe that would help us become close again? In the short term, it did kind of work, remember how much fun we had with that distortion pedal?
But eventually, we started to grow apart again. Days of inactivity turned into months, years, you were forgotten.
I know you were jealous when I spent about three months pay on that new, young and sexy Epiphone Hummingbird acoustic. I don't blame you, She is beautiful looking. Perfect headstock, shiny fret markers, and that pick guard...to die for. Hell, she's not even from around here, I had to order her from Tennesse because they don't have the ebony ones up here. And of course, the sound that comes out of her is incredible.
Today is a very lazy, boring Sunday afternoon and I saw you there in the corner, lonely and unappreciated. I decided to dust you off and see if we could start over. I wiped all that dust off you, tuned you, and plugged you into that old amp via distortion pedal.
You sound terrible, the pedal doesn't even hide the fact that you were built as a cheap alternative for people just wanting to get into playing. I had to put you down, and pack everything back up again, I'd heard enough.
I'm sorry it couldn't work out, I guess this is goodbye. I will continue to see her because...well...she doesn't suck, I don't think she ever will.
Thanks for all the memories, I'd be more than willing to give you another chance to redeem yourself, but it won't be with me. Maybe some day someone else will see something in you, and buy you from me. But for now, you're going back to that familiar dusty corner of my room.
Seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldn't have And then I end up fucking with someone I shouldn't have See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her But still somehow she got my mind infatuated Absolutely fascinated with the thoughts of what she might be like Time after time after time I had to wait, Is fate procrastinating? I can take it 'cause I might be right, 'cause it's
The girl of my dreams Ay, is she good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? Ay, should I try and get some help?
Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard Ay, tell me is it stalking if I follow her all the way home without her knowing Nah, nigga, I'm just curious where she stay at Besides when I'm with her, this gon' be the spot we lay at And maybe I'll just drive by occasionally And if one day I happen to see her outside, she wave to me, Imagine what she'll say to me: this ain't no time to be afraid no more It's time for bravery No matter if my homies think I'm crazy, it's
The girl of my dreams Ay, is she good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? Ay, should I try and get some help?
Look, I spot her walking in the mall, Okay, it's time to grow some balls if she really gon' be yours Oh my god, I'm walking towards her My mind screaming stop, but my legs keep walking forward Straighten up your face, nigga, she see you coming for her My heartbeat racing, and my hands keep shaking Say something, you shy motherfucker, she's waiting, "Wassup girl, don't mean to interrupt But in the city I done met a lot of women But you from my dreams, ay will you come true? I know about a show that we can catch, some R&B and rap, ay you should come through" She said, "uh, I love to, except I don't like rap Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would like that" Okay, you say you got a man, I mean, I definitely understand, I'm happy for you, really am, I couldn't have been the only fan In the world Of a girl like you I mean, you're beautiful, and I'm sure he's a very nice dude It ain't no biggie, well I'm sure that I'm gon' see you around the city Only thing I ask if shit don't work out for y'all, then don't forget me And don't act like a stranger when you see me on the scene I came up with a world-class scheme to get
The girl of my dreams Ay, is she good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? Ay, should I try and get some help?
So I find out the nigga name, know exactly where he stayin' Find out when he leave for work, hold up nigga, is you sane? Imma follow in my car; Imma cut in front of his Run him right into the wall, maybe even off the bridge I give her a little time, then console her while she crying She gon' take that as a sign; finally she will be mine I'll be king, and she'll be queen when I hit her with ring At the wedding, who gon' sing?
The girl of my dreams Ay, is she good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? Ay, should I try and get some help?
