
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Final project song
The Honorary Title - Dilute
The island's small and desolate
The highways stretch towards nothingness..
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce.
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer.
I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you wont be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites
(this song)
The island's small and desolate
The highways stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites
I will pretend that you won't be gone
And distance dilutes and rewrites
(this song)
But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong
And you, you just tell me that it's nothing, at all
But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see
The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
I will pretend that you won't be gone
That distance dilutes, rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
The island's small and desolate
The highways stretch towards nothingness..
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce.
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer.
I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you wont be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites
(this song)
The island's small and desolate
The highways stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites
I will pretend that you won't be gone
And distance dilutes and rewrites
(this song)
But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong
And you, you just tell me that it's nothing, at all
But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see
The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
I will pretend that you won't be gone
That distance dilutes, rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
Monday, April 14, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Options for final project
"The Days Go By Oh So Slow" - Nightmare of You
"Moment in the Sun" - Clem Snide
"Here's Your Future" - The Thermals
"Hang Me Up To Dry" - Cold War Kids
"Exhibit of the Year" - Down to Earth Approach
"Moment in the Sun" - Clem Snide
"Here's Your Future" - The Thermals
"Hang Me Up To Dry" - Cold War Kids
"Exhibit of the Year" - Down to Earth Approach
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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