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[27 Jun 2010|04:22am]

jonnieb
There’s An Art to Letting Go

Verse
I’m writing my heart out
Because I just can’t keep this inside
There’s an art to letting go (It’s all kinds of awful)
And it starts with swallowing pride
I know I’m no good at it
When I'm inside my own heart
between the biggest of rocks
And the hardest of places
with no idea where to start

Prechorus
But I can be your lighthouse
If you can keep your ship upright
And I can be your beacon
When your daylight fades to night

Chorus
Look for me
When you’re tearing at the seams
Breathe with me
When nightmares chase your dreams
I know that just like me
Your lungs just ache to scream

Verse
I’m bleeding this pen dry
Because I need this all to be done
There’s an art to saying goodbye (It’s fucking terrible)
And leaves holes worse than any gun
And no, I’m no good at it
Can you even comprehend?
It’s the darkest night at sea
I can’t even see the shore
So, I know how this will end

Prechorus
But I can be your lighthouse
If you can keep your ship upright
And I can be your beacon
When your daylight fades to night

Chorus
Look for me
When you’re tearing at the seams
Breathe with me
When nightmares chase your dreams
I know that just like me
Your lungs just ache to scream

Bridge

This isn't just a gimmick in a song, it's a shout to help. It's a shout to be heard. It's a shout to make a difference. The connotations and content of this song are POWERFUL, and as much as I love pop punk and our music, I want us to not be so tongue-in-cheek about everything. Somethings need to be handled in as direct of a manner as possible, and some of them need to be handled seriously. The fun here is, I want this to be catchy in a different way. I want the hook to be the best hook we've ever written, with regards to melodies, and I want all of the right moments of holding back, and all of the right moments of resounding energy to come from all the right places in this song.

Chorus (done as a final and long chord ringout and ending on the vocals to the chorus)
Look for me
When you’re tearing at the seams
Breathe with me
When nightmares chase your dreams
I know that just like me
Your lungs just ache to scream
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Feel free to contact me via my email at jonniebaker at gmail.com
Or check out my band at facebook.com/gbcrock or myspace.com/gbcrock

We have a new album coming out soon. Stay tuned, everyone, and thanks for your support.
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Lacrimas Mariposa [07 Mar 2010|11:10am]

museiq2
[ mood | Happy, Cynical ]

You tore off my wings
Like dates off the ripened tree
Explored my secret things
Bailed the water out of my stormy sea

I welcome autopsy, clean and fast
Dissect my everything, yet don't throw away
My elegant arms, ballet neck, and past
I'm not breathing though, so I have no say

The tears of this butterfly fall with glad
My heart is empty, no sense of hate
Only pencil fight memories, smiles and dad
A crying shame cliché, this whore has found a mate

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Show me [06 Mar 2010|10:49pm]

museiq2
[ mood | Happy, Relieved ]

I have always been older than them all
Those boys with their electronic ears
And tent-like jeans

When they would look through me
I'd feel quite low and desperate
And I turned, with a girl dog's venom, mean

Yet the dark in which I live in
The dark of which I love
Has left me a shadow play, a helpful dream

Crushes never come easy to me
Berries withstand my mallet, my weak
Arm has no use for the shallow, the scene

My love is gargantuan, fiendish in intensity
Not worthy of a silly boy, mad with video games and wearing tent-like jeans

I've cried for the unknown yet I can only love a man in full. Full of fire and ice, lemon sesame chocolat and burnt rum cream

Goodbye to whoever, knowing much is nice
I don't regret anymore, I'm happy, for life,
I plan to subtly primp and preen

The dark in which I live in
That dark, oh how I truly love
Has shown me luscious dreams

To save for a man who comes my way
With glorious eyes and entrails
Who knows what 'love', and 'man', means

This poem is dedicated to Nikki C, someone who I consider a friend and the only person other than my father I've ever really opened up to. I'm sure you know what this poem is about. *winks*. Thank you for listening and helping me realize so much. Your the best. :)

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God dont like beautiful [25 Feb 2010|05:42pm]

owiz22
It all started with a bang that progressed into man ... I say it started with man and regressed into a very big bang ... Its obvious that God don't like beautiful because its ugly. We have proven our superior ability to create destruction which appears to justify the notion that humans are set to self destruct.

Over time we have always managed to find a way to disagree and we have skillfully developed new methods of violence to escalate these disagreements. The fist became a stick and the stick became a stone, the stone became a bow, then a sword, then a gun. We grew our campaign of destruction from local to global, gassing and nuking ourselves to an all time low. During our endeavors a continent was pillaged and its inhabitants enslaved, 6 million people were murdered for being circumcised, we got more creative and introduced temperature to determine the type of war being fought, two towers fell and so did two countries, oh and a celebrity lost her dog ... (Just a quick brush on the topics that made the headlines)

Lets face facts, much of what we uphold to be the centerpiece of the human civilization is nothing more than a hypocritical assault on logic. The premise that humans are in someway smarter and less barbaric than other animals is somewhat flawed in my opinion. We are probably the only animals on planet earth that have sat down and intricately authored our own destruction ... We made our peace with death and came to realize that life was a much more formidable foe.

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Resolution [03 Feb 2010|11:16am]

museiq2
[ mood | Venomous ]

I see what men are

The good ones are taken

The young ones busy

A round childish face and grating voice

Is no catch for them

Me in my make-up and false allure

So transparent

And so I sign off

I will not be hurt by them or any

For I love them all

As I love my father

And I

Have only pride, virtue and intelligence left

I'm not afraid of being alone

For I've tasted regret that can't be felt

On an island

My death will be sensational

And it will be before yours

It's how you left me

And how I must be

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No He Didn't [03 Feb 2010|11:01am]

museiq2

Did you hear what happened last night?

He laughed when I said I was gonna end up some asexual weed addicted drifter.

Yes really!

And then he said 'you only think that now'

Knowing me I'll make it happen just to prove it was true.

That's right

And then he teased me about the men he's made me hate

Oh fuck yeah!

I was like rofl aykm? That's the one you said had herpes isn't it?

Too bad I'll never know

This is crazy right?

So then I said 'hope your happy'

And he was like 'I am, you?'

I'm like 'No he didn't!' in my head.

But what came out of my mouth was

Yes

Wait.....

You still there?

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No He Didn't [03 Feb 2010|11:01am]

museiq2

Did you hear what happened last night?

He laughed when I said I was gonna end up some asexual weed addicted drifter.

Yes really!

And then he said 'you only think that now'

Knowing me I'll make it happen just to prove it was true.

That's right

And then he teased me about the men he's made me hate

Oh fuck yeah!

I was like rofl aykm? That's the one you said had herpes isn't it?

Too bad I'll never know

This is crazy right?

So then I said 'hope your happy'

And he was like 'I am, you?'

I'm like 'No he didn't!' in my head.

But what came out of my mouth was

Yes

Wait.....

You still there?

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You Win [03 Feb 2010|10:55am]

museiq2
[ mood | Angry ]

Fine

You win

I'll sit and not put up a fuss

When you say 'watch this'

And I'll sit, folded arms and take it

When you say 'screw this'

Our universal rules don't apply up in here or down in there unless it's you

But I get it

You win

Home should be a place I never want to leave

Yet when I start counting the days, it's over

I've already started

And I've got 400 to go

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In the light of darkness: A case for an alcohol state [24 Jan 2010|07:10am]

owiz22
Take away love, take away peace, take away sanity, take away joy, take away life, take away hope, all i beg of you is to give me truth. This is my final assertion, the ultimate resolve of a questionable hypothesis, the prevailing thought of a revered principle, the central thesis of an illusive question. Of all the intrinsic values that define humanity, truth should be defended in the highest esteem.

We are all actors and actresses. Indoctrinated zombies playing to the script. One can argue that manners, etiquette, protocol, customs, propriety, etc are all mechanisms that have actively served in propagandizing the greater human populace and creating an astonishing race of androids. However, that once in while, we see human beings under the influence of external substances that instigate them to completely throw caution to the wind. At that time you see man in all his barbaric splendor. Dancing around, puking, saying "hey man" to everybody ten million times in a row, doing everything against the dictates of the laws of propriety ... But at that point, in spite of all the physical "craziness", this is when we are truly human. No more actors, no more fakes and no more zombies.

Take away all the characteristics that give man any kind of intrinsic value, just give me truth. take away the zombies, the fakes and the actors, give me the drunks and the stoners. Despite all that "craziness", at least we can finally be human. So when our livers and lungs have collapsed right before we turn 30, let it be on the record that we died human and not zombie. So yea give me an alcohol state.
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Definition of emo [30 Nov 2009|09:24pm]

museiq2
[ mood | Cynical ]

Another word to judge

Kick a man, girl, boy,

human while their down

I'd rather you say

'*I don't care your sister just died*

"I could care less that your parents split*

like a tree in lightning

I'd rather you tell me to go to hell

Emo is just a sugar coat

Putting candy on a hypocrite

I'll deal my way

You deal yours

It's 10-7 in the karma game

And guess whose got the ball?

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Fill In This Blank [30 Nov 2009|08:29pm]

museiq2
[ mood | Depressed ]

Today
I finally understood why
People kill themselves
It's not as hard as you might think
When you realize shit happens you can't
change
You do shit you can't take back
He's bitter and I know why
She's crazy 'cause it's in her blood
So if I can't do anything
What's the point?
When I'm dead
You sure as hell can't blame me
Oh
But if you do
I won't be able to fucking hear you

Muah.

*Thanks for letting me post on here Nikki! Xoxo*

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Awful but funniest story ever [24 Nov 2009|08:06pm]

tipsykitten
This isn't even a joke it's a tre newspaper article, my friend found it. Don't doubt it's authenticty it's LEGIT. This will make you cringe. It's awful but so funny to laugh at the stupidity. TEATIME



My lesbian dating blog
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Quiet Time [21 Nov 2009|10:15am]

aaron_undead
His tears
Were just on the outside.

Inside was hollow.

There was a rush of cool air
As he entered the house

And the world closed behind him.

*

His thumb and fingers trembled
With the photo between them,

His face wet with regret.

I am a monster, he said to the therapist.

She looked down with him at the boy
In the photo and then at the boy in the chair
Across from her.

She said: we all are.

No, he said, I'm worse than anyone.

I don't think that's true, she said to him,

And he looked up with tears in his eyes.

You weren't there, he said, his eyes far away.

*

He left the house
With blood up to his elbows,

His feet loud on the pavement
All the way home.

He prayed to god that someone
Would stop him,

But no one did.
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The Night Of The Murder [19 Nov 2009|09:28pm]

aaron_undead
I will kill you,
She said to him
Through the door.

But he was already dead.
His life spreading wet
Across the wrinkles

In the bed sheet.

The knob began to turn.

Her breathing entered the room.

I know you're in here, she said.

*

Red light
Flickering
Under drawn shades

Illuminate
The shapes of knives
Going into skin.

*

What was that?
Said one bird.

I'm not sure that I know,
Said another.
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YouPushedMe [16 Nov 2009|01:39am]

aaron_undead
The stairs were littered with his dreams
Like leaves
Dancing and colliding

To the body mess at the bottom
Wearing his name tag.

The door upstairs closes,
and the air is full of his last moments.
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Declaration [27 Oct 2009|12:11am]

aaron_undead
His blood pounds
Behind his eyes and

His hand is cold
On the phone.

His stomach is a knot.

*

Layers unfold and
Fibers unwind

To reveal
The heart,
Still beating
On the inside.

*

Phone lines crackling across
Fields and dust and trees,

Brittle bird claws and leaves collecting
On his words.

I love you, he says.
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The Men Series: Poem One [26 Oct 2009|01:08pm]

museiq2
[ mood | Flirty ]

You sexy thing
Your a walking obscenity
A girl like me
Doesn't want to get
Washed out with soap
Yet we only live once
You sexy thing
So overdone and out of my league
So obscene
You sexy thing
You dropped the soap?
I'll get it for you.

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Amelia [24 Oct 2009|07:44pm]

aaron_undead
Her mother was waving from the door.

The girl turned and walked away,
Something dark unwinding inside her.

Her fingers made whispers
Against fences as she passed.

I will leave here, after all, she thought
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The Way Home [23 Oct 2009|10:10pm]

aaron_undead
It gets back into the car

And after a few minutes,

It was able to see through the tears

To drive.

*

I know the way home, it said.

On the highway,

It saw the headlights approaching

And let go of the wheel.

I trust this, it thought,

Just before the impact.
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Homocide Watch [22 Oct 2009|09:57pm]

aaron_undead
His lifeline ended
Somewhere over Nevada

When the last engine
Became road noise.

*

She watched it on TV.

He was made a martyr.

Her palms went over her mouth
And her eyes were wet.

The chair fell backward behind her,
Her hand reaching for the phone.

No, no, no, she thought.

*

Somewhere in the plane crash
There was a smoking gun,

And no ash tray.
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