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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2010|11:40 pm]
glowingpanda
Please don't say we're done
When I'm not finished
I could give you so much
Make you feel, like never before
Welcome, they said, welcome to the floor

It's been a while
And you've found someone better
But I've been waiting too long to give this up
The more I see, I understand
But sometimes, I still need you

Sometimes, I still need you

I was struggling to get in
Left waiting outside your door
I was sure
You'd give me more

No need to come to me
When I can make it all the way to you
You made it clear
You weren't near
Near enough for me

Heart skipped a beat
And when I caught it you were out of reach
But I'm sure, I'm sure
You've heard it all before
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All because of you, I haven't slept in so long, and when I do I dream, of drowning in the ocean. [Jun. 17th, 2007|11:24 pm]
glowingpanda
[music |Wake Up]

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
Drink (drift) for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me...".

Is there a word or right to say
Even in this old fashioned way
Go make your move, girl
I'm not coming home

Would things have changed if I could've stayed
Would you have loved me either way

Decision sits so make it quick
A breath inhaled from an air so sick
I cursed the day I had learned
Of the web you spun...
You had your hold till bleeding

If it was up to me
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting

So until the sun burns out
Oh, i hope you're waiting

We have lived as a child would care
With this vial to drink I dare
(Oh where have you been, oh where have you been)
Only to cry all alone with your taste on tongue
(Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving, Bye)

Should we try this again with hope (Bye, bye)
Or is it lost, give up the ghost
And should I die all alone as I knew I would...
(Then burn in hell young sinner)

If it was up to me
I would have figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, i hope you’re waiting

Listen well will you marry me (Not now, Boy)
And are you well in the Suffering (You've been)
The most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in

Who would do anything you say...
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it..

So, is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield

Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with

From the way that you acted
To the way that I felt it
It wasn't worth my time
And now it's sad cause all I missed
Wasn't that good to begin with

You call my name when I wake up
To see things go your way
I'm coughing up my time
Each drag's a drop of blood, a grain
A minute of my life
It's all I've got just to stay down
Why the fuck am I still down
I'm hoarding all thats mine
Each time I let just one slip by
I'm wasting what is mine

Good-bye to you
Good-bye to you
You're taking up my time

No more songs about you
After this one, I am done
You are, you are, you're gone.
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lost [May. 30th, 2007|11:26 pm]
glowingpanda
what's left to say with all that's come and gone?
words get in the way and anyway the devil's got your tongue
and a storm brews inside and there's nowhere to hide
it's gonna blow your cover sky high
if you let this thing go it's gonna burn, it's gonna burn
you're gonna take the whole world with you when you go

burn burn burn
what you gonna do
when the storm takes over?
oh oh oh oh
what you gonna do
when the storm takes over?

so here you are, demons screaming in your head
you try to shut them out but they just get louder instead
and nothing you do can seem to break through
this darkness smothering you
when it takes hold, your heart turns cold
the very soul seeps out of you

burn burn burn
what you gonna do
when the storm the storm takes over you?
can you hold this thing?
can you hold this thing?

till the clouds clear...
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Scattergories ^^ [Apr. 29th, 2007|04:37 am]
glowingpanda
Use the first letter of your name.
Normal Scattergory rules:
A point for each legitimate use of the letter in an answer.
Can be contested. Colours cannot be used as additional words.

Your Name: D

1. Famous Music Artist/Band: Dave Randall
2. 4 letter word: dart
3. Street name: duncan
4. Color: denim
5. Gifts/presents: deck of davidoffs (2)
6. Vehicle: datsun
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: diaries
8. Boy Name: darius
9. Girl Name: daphne
10. Movie Title: donnie darko (2)
11. Alcohol: drambuie
12. Occupation: ditch digger (2)
13. Flower: daffodil
14. Celebrity: david hasselhoff
15. Magazine: don't know :p
16. US city: dallas
17. Pro Sports Team: dodgers
18. Something found in a kitchen: dishwasher (mechanical not humanoid)
19. Reason for Being Late: disciplining delinquent dogs (3)
20. Something You Throw Away: dirty drawers (2)
21. Things You Shout: duck
22. Cartoon character: daredevil
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A Hex On Thee [Nov. 21st, 2006|02:11 am]
glowingpanda
[Current Location |Inside where it's safe]
[mood |quixoticquixotic]
[music |Cass Fox - Touch Me (Spencer & Hill Full Length mix)]

Ok I swear someone's been doing some sort of voodoo.

A battalion of moths attacked me and Andre while sitting outside.
We couldn't abandon our post on the deck as we were protecting a cache of cigarettes.
They consistently flew into our faces for several minutes, as well as employing underhanded tactics such as low-flying under the deck table and ambushing us from their hidden locations.

In short, I really hate tiny moth thingies now -_-


*edit*

Now I'm even more convinced.
When we were at Nandos, inside the building and upstairs, a moth comes out of nowhere and assaults Andre with complete, unabated vehemence.

Then, later on when we were watching Shinobi (a japanese Romeo & Juliet type story - but with ninjas ^_^) there was a chick from the Iga who attacked one of the Koga ninjas with.... wait for it... MOTHS!?!

Seriously... wtf...
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Illogically Content [Nov. 18th, 2006|11:23 am]
glowingpanda
[Current Location |Home/Bed]
[mood |hopefulhopeful]
[music |AFI - Days of the Phoenix]

I don't know why, but something about this song seems to make me happy right now.
I've been listening to it several times over, trying to expand my non edm music base.

The lyrics don't really express the same empathy that the song does, have to listen to it to get the same feeling.


I remember when I was told a story of
crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers.
The figure on the bed,
all dressed up in roses, calling...
beckoning to sleep...offering a dream.

The words were as mystical as purring animals
The circle of rage...the ghosts on the stage appeared.
The time was so tangible I'll never let it go.
Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below.

No one could see me.

I fell into yesterday.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I fell into fantasy.

The words were as mystical as purring animals.
The circle of rage...the ghosts on the stage appeared.
The time was so tangible, I'll never let it go.
Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below.

No one could see me.

I fell into yesterday.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
I want to, I want to, I want to stay.
I fell into fantasy.


The girl on the wall always waited for me
and she was always smiling.
The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls...
and everyone was dancing.
Nothing could touch us then,
no one could change us then, and everyone was dancing.
Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then,
and everyone was dancing.
Everyone was dancing.

No one could see me.

I fell into yesterday.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I fell into fantasy.

Our dreams seemed not far away.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
Our dreams seemed not far away.

I fell into fantasy.
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AFI =] [Nov. 16th, 2006|12:46 pm]
glowingpanda
[mood |happyhappy]
[music |AFI]

I went and saw a band (not a DJ), first time in several years.

Had a lot of fun, although was difficult keeping up with the tracks considering today was the first time I ever listened to any of their tracks, but I did pretty well trainspotting regardless. I swear my brain is wired to remember artists/tracks more than anything else in this universe.
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Sleepy [Nov. 11th, 2006|02:22 pm]
glowingpanda
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Bloc Party - Bluest Light]

You'll find it hiding in shadows
You'll find it hiding in cupboards
It will walk you home safe every night
It will help you remember

If that's the way it is
Then that's the way it is

I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes
What could I ever run to
Just tell me it's tearing you apart
Just tell me you cannot sleep

And you didn't even notice
When the sky turned blue
And you couldn't tell the difference
Between me and you
And I nearly didn't notice
The gentlest feeling

You are the bluest light
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Solace [Jun. 17th, 2006|03:07 am]
glowingpanda
[mood |sleepysleepy]
[music |Snow Patrol - Set Fire to the Third Bar.]

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
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Whoa oh oooh oh oh whoa oh oh [Jan. 16th, 2006|10:19 pm]
glowingpanda
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |Flutlicht - The Fall]

Ok I know I haven't posted in... well... forever.

But let's get things rolling again with some ytmnd =D

http://whatmag.ytmnsfw.com/
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