ps when the world is wrapped in slumber and the moon is sailing high, if you peep between the curtains, you'll see witches riding by. ps ps the skeleton was resting on my porch ready to greet you and the cupcake was made by me, creepingelm! ps ps ps i ,creepingelm, turned graveyard girl for the evening.... you can't get me gravediggers. no way... hmmm... maybe i should have been batgirl. i look bat-like in these clicks. hehehee ps ps ps ps my adoration for edward scissorhands brought me to finding the #1 costume of the evening... found him!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
reality is for people who lack imagination ~unknown author
"i can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy." ~ charles baudelaire
ps self-titled debut with helplessness blues, due out on may 3rd ps ps i don't know who to believe. i'll get back to you someday, soon you will see.... i'm tongue tied and dizzy
i was raised up believing i was somehow unique like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes unique in each way you can see
and now after some thinking i'd say I'd rather be a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
but I don't, I don't know what that will be i'll get back to you someday soon you will see
what's my name, what's my station oh just tell me what I should do i don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you
or bow down and be grateful and say "Sure take all that you see" to the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me
and I don't, I don't know who to believe i'll get back to you someday soon you will see
if I know only one thing it's that every thing that I see of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak
yeah I'm tongue tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself what good is it to sing helplessness blues? why should I wait for anyone else?
and I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf i'll come back to you someday soon myself
if I had an orchard i'd work till I'm raw if i had an orchard i'd work till I'm sore
and you would wait tables and soon run the store
gold hair in the sunlight my light in the dawn if I had an orchard i'd work till I'm sore