fyn gula He looked out across the sea, to where corsica lay like a woman, shaking his head at fortune, his back still warm from where it was patted.

in the morning she would remember and he would be on the boat, eyes stinging not from the ocean air, but memory.
silentbob weezer

You are 18 year old girl who live in small city of Japan
And you heard me on the radio about one year ago
And you wanted to know all about me and my hobbies
My favorite food and my birthday

Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea
I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong
But I've got your letter and you've got my song

They don't make stationery like this where I'm from - so fragile so refined
So I sniff and I lick your envelope and fall to little pieces every time
I wonder what clothes you wear to school; I wonder how you decorate your room
I wonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea

At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if I did
You see, ma, I'm a good little boy
It's all your fault, momma, it's all your fault

Goddamn, this business is really lame
I gotta live on an island to find the juice
So you send me your love from all around the world
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams
Oh how I need a hand in mine, to feel
startfires "god damn these half japanese girls do it to me every time...i asked you to go to a green day concert, you said you never heard of them..." 001024
startfires weezer 001024
silentbob the redhead said you shread the cello
and im jello baby
you dont wanna look dont think of me
im the epitome of public enemy
well why you wanna go and do me like that? get down on the street and dance with me
im a lot like you...

well how stupid is it? i cant talk about it
i only write about it and make a record of my heart
MollyCule how stupid is it, won't you give me a minute, just come up to me and say hello (hello) . . . 001029
sabbie and i stood alone
on the cold sand
on a grey winters day
buffeted by the wind
and skritched by the airborn sand
and faintly i heard
floating across the angry water
the sound of a siren's song
and i leaned into the wind
and i sank into the song
and watched the green water's surface
reform and calm
from below
sweetheart of the song tra bong How cool is THAT? 010817
silentbob So i went to your room and read your diary
what's it to you?
who go