Media Center [02/02/10]

Take your ass
You ain't got none
You got a whole bunch,
actin like a bitch
*gurgle*
You can't do that
imma do this fast,
I say yo,
that's how you lean...
Fine, be it. *pound* Ha! You ain't seen nothing yet.
Dis is how you do talk, dis is how you do shit, dis is how you do nothing.
Calm down, man. P'haps you a big liar. P'haps you ain't seen nothing, dis is how you see this shit.
Mostly, man. not all, but not a little.
Yeah, his face, man. A fish face, smackin dat face, his hair on his face, man.
Dat Barracuda.
*dis is all, man*
You serious? Eh, really? *gurgle*
See the monster we've created, see his face, in rich browns and ambers, in oranges and deep reds.
[walks away] but I needed you, I needed you to stay.

Lost

This fog is thickening, so try flashing your lights to the sky. I don't know when it's going to lift up, or when the winds will sweep it away. So until then, listen, to its echoes of grey. Listen, and hold my hand; stay.
She cries in the night, so scared, so new; so many things she knows not how to do. if only someone could find a light, she could find her mother, she could find you.
The lies are thickening, so try flashing your lights to the sky. I don't know when you're going to give up, or when they'll sweep you away. So until then, I listen to its echoes of grey; listen, hold your hand; stay.
his hands scratch and peel away at her truths; blinded by what he sees. He'll won't ever know about what she said before; his hearing's faded down, his eyes are blinded by what he feels.
This fog is thickening, so try flashing your lights to the sky. I don't know when it's going to give up, or when the winds will sweep you away. So until then, listen, to its echoes of grey. Listen, and hold my hand; stay.