I wish I had a human heater.
In the morning I always need her.
I’m always cold when others aren’t,
overnight or in the theater.
I’d turn her on when I need her
and hold her close as I greet her.
I wish I had a human heater.
I’d know the one when I meet her.
She’d leave me with a love-sick fever.
I wish I had a human heater.
In the morning I would need her.
I get cold and wouldn’t leave her.
She’d be my winter chill reliever.
I wish I had a human heater.
In the morning, I always need her.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
— The Hobbit
Where am I on those lonely nights?
Those nights so perfect
that I know
that some day soon
I will look back on them
with bitter-sweet longing.
Where are those perfect nights?
Those cool summer nights
laughing
without a care
and best friends
in that forever air.
Where am I on those lonely nights?
Those nights when I look up
and stare
at that great white moon
that makes it tight in my chest
all night long.
Where am I on those lonely nights?
The nights I know
are perfect
and will fade away
perfectly
never to exist
ever again.
Where am I on those lonely nights
like tonight…
inspiration all around
how come it just can’t be found…
Thanks to the inspiration from Auditorium, which I donated $10 to, and World of Goo — both 2-person teams — I’ve been focusing some energy on my personal project. Not because it has any potential to make money, but because I love it. For the first time in years, I remember what it’s like to work on something I love.
nothing like a world of round
forever turning solid ground
the one who sees the spirit mage
he transcends the body’s cage
your dream girl is lost
your dream girl is gone
this instant she’s fucking
her new husband John
the sweetest revenge
you can possibly take
is proving you’re better
and her choice a mistake
Turn the radio on
driving on a summer night
moving music
turn it up till it feels right
windows down
smell the summer air
liquid memories
as the wind blows your hair
let it all come back
it just feels right
remember the time
the summer nights of a kid
flowing liquid
— music memories
Wonder wonder every day
how to clear the mist away
Searching high and searching low
for all the things we can not know
Stumbling blindly in the mist
questioning why we even exist
Oh, when we were young
and things mattered
When high school’s halls
meant glory or tatter
Every villain was plainly known
and every treasure clearly shown
Oh, when we were young
and our greatest strife
a paper due
Moments with our crush
we tried to construe
We lived for the day we stood above
and longed for the freedom
to be with our true love
When we were young
and life’s battlegrounds
had actual sounds
The problem of life
could be stabbed with a knife
Oh, when we were young
and things mattered
