just_another_day jennifer (There's life underground) I feel it all around / I feel it in my bones My life is on the line / When I'm away from home When I step out the door / The jungle is alive I do not trust my ears / I don't believe my eyes I will not fall in love / I cannot risk the bet Cause hearts are fragile toys / so easy to forget It's just another day / There's murder in the air It drags me when I walk / I smell it everywhere It's just another day / Where people cling to light To drive away the fear / That comes with every night It's just another . . . . . . . It's just another day It's just another . . . . . . . It's just another day . . . It's just another day--When people wake from dreams With voices in their ears--That will not go away I had a dream last night / The world was set on fire And everywhere I ran / There wasn't any water The temperature increased / The sky was crimson red The clouds turned into smoke / And everyone was dead (but) There's a smile on my face . . . For everyone There's a golden coin . . . That reflects the sun There's a lonely place . . . That's always cold There's a place in the stars . . . For when you get old There's razors in my bed / That come out late at night They always disappear / Before the morning light I'm dreaming again / Of life underground It doesn't ever move / It doesn't make a sound And just when I think--That things are in their place The heavens are secure--The whole thing explodes in my face ~D.E. of O.B. 001120 ... daxle We had this thing in my high school humanities class where we took turns reading poems each day. I read this song. My voice started shaking by the end, from the increasing consciousness of a room full of people, totally silent, listening to my every word. I have to take a deep breath from even thinking about it... heh 001120 ... kirstin in the neighborhood. 010305 ... sabbie and i spend the day being me painting writing visiting the outside world and being fine. i spend the nights on the net searching for jobs all those employment websites not my job to be found. maybe i left it under that rock... just another day... just another day... just another day... i hate this. 010305 ... Syrope except nothing's the same.. 020612 ... squint oh its just another day, ladies and gentlemen, I'm open for insults, compliments, insight, laughter, tears, I'm open today! my brains keep falling out and sloching on the sidewalk but when i look in the mirror, i like what i see because she is me and who else will decide if I'm good enough? Nobody else matters unless I LET them, get me? so I was looking at that girl, the mirror dummy thats always fixing her hair or smile, and i said "you better stop messing with me, or I'll break your face!" she looked scared, but kept washing her face and cursing about her mothers oily skin and goddamn genetics. she didn't look too defeated, but I know she fears me. She's gonna be sorry she ever made me sad. reflection bitch. 020623 ... :_) loves 80s that puts the oingy in my boingy. 040215 what's it to you? who go blather from