THE KILLERS LYRICS

"Mr Brightside"

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...

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Originally uploaded by _crankymonkey.

I may have ran myself into the ground this time. Bound and determined that I can have my bad ass life back I partied hardcore only stopping for a quick bath and my regular morning confessions. Last Tuesday night I notice I was slowly losing my voice, and it was all the way gone by Wednesday. I took half the day off work Wednesday and the whole day Thursday. Not much rest nor relaxation because Friday night was my first night back at Flashbacks and I was not going to let them down. So, pigtails, strep and all I worked my cute little butt off. But I could barely breathe by the end of the night.

Regardless, my voice started coming back to normal Monday, right before I realized my allergies were acting up hardcore. Could someone be trying to slow me down a tad? Perhaps, but I'm dense. So I'm a hacking-sniffling-sneezing-non-drowsy commercial and I know I need some rest. But what do I do, I get up early pay my car tags, make arrangements to transfer my Electric and Gas services to my new apartement, load up some laundry and plan the rest of my day. Right now is 9:30am I'm doing laundry, I will shower and go to my Oath Taking by noon, and I will clean my car and pack until late afternoon when I will head to Flashbacks bug Bdub about my work shirts and by the time peeps get off work I will be out and about again. Achoo!

Showtimes for Feb19th Sat at East side Warren:(12:45), (1:45), (4:00), (5:00), 7:00, 8:00, 10:10

SYNOPSIS:stolen from www.rottentomatoes.com

John Constantine has been to hell and back.

Born with a gift he didn't want, the ability to clearly recognize the half-breed angels and demons that walk the earth in human skin, Constantine (KEANU REEVES) was driven to take his own life to escape the tormenting clarity of his vision. But he failed. Resuscitated against his will, he found himself cast back into the land of the living. Now, marked as an attempted suicide with a temporary lease on life, he patrols the earthly border between heaven and hell, hoping in vain to earn his way to salvation by sending the devil's foot soldiers back to the depths.

But Constantine is no saint. Disillusioned by the world around him and at odds with the one beyond, he's a hard-drinking, hard-living bitter hero who scorns the very idea of heroism. Constantine will fight to save your soul but he doesn't want your admiration or your thanks – and certainly not your sympathy. -- © Warner Bros.

I have to work tonight. (I'm back waitressing at Flashbacks for those who haven't heard.) But I seriously NEED to watch this flick. I'm hoping someone will offer to take me.

I dreamt a man up
He was my everything
My man - kind, gentle
loving, trusting, giving.

He is so my love
Giving me inner peace
Momentary meetings
Exist only to tease

Because you woke me with reality
You startled me with truth
You belittle me, and blame me
Call me uncouth

Tears never burn me
Slipping faster to sleep
Determined here's a man
I will keep I will keep

Willing every dream
To make his lies come true
Don't let me figure
That I'm too good for you

But you wake me with reality
You startled me with truth
You belittle me, and blame me
Call me uncouth

Dare waking moments
Never want to know better
For his sweet kisses
I will sleep forever

I dreamt a man up
He is my everything
Fantasies I create
Define our being

Don't wake me with reality
I don't want your truth anymore
Belittle me, blame me
for coming back for more.

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Originally uploaded by _crankymonkey.

I'm all about the concept of love. It's happens so rarely to me that I cherish the moments when I am under its influence. I think because of how I carry myself I have mislead many into thinking that I don't have a romantic soul. Quite the contrary, I have ended many relationships in pursuit for the real deal. Some say you can't have the fairy tale story, I believe I can.

Growing up my parents were very open about their relationship from beginning to end. It was not all out conventional, but it wasn't a Springer episode either. I have made my parents relationship the ideal. How can I not? 25 years together my mom can still manipulate my dad to take her side regardless how absurd she is being, and mom has not stopped comparing dad to every guy ever conceived and proclaiming him the best catch of all. I want that for me. And I want to be able to talk about my relationship without omitting "the bad parts" because there should be none. And I don't want to celebrate a yearly anniversary knowing that minus all the days I was semi-broken up with my significant other it's really about 8 months. I don't want to give my heart to someone just so maybe they'll include me as top ten in their to-do list. That's not me, it's not my style. I guess I can honestly say I'd rather be alone than compromise my ideal.

I was placed in a similar situation years ago, having to choose between compromising my "once-upon-a-time" to finally settle down, or leave knowing that I may have lost it all for something I can never find. Obviously everybody knows which road I took and I'm willing and have taken the same road again. It's rare for me to stand up for anything, but what idiot wouldn't stand up for TRUE TRUE love, wherever it may be. I know I'll be facing some alone time but no fear, I've been alone plenty in the past and I manage to be just fine.

Because I can, I have. I delete posts at my discretion. I know, I know, I was morally opposed to it myself once but sometimes it's necessary to maintain the harmony between good and evil.

Frankly, I don't feel up to par today. Last night hit me hard. I guess I'm just not as young as I use to be. You have to consider though that I was up by 6:14am yesterday morning so I managed to stay up for 22 hours straight. (Thanks to the red bull and vodkas that Jason started feeding me after seeing me almost falling asleep at the loosers lounge.) Actually, I ended up at Denny's after hours for breakfast and saw other friends there. It was a bit awkward as I never know what to do when two different worlds collide. There were special people about. I got butterflies, goosebumps, sly smiles and giggles. I even had a dream about everything I was secretly plotting in my head. What? You don't know what I'm talking about? Well, then you never will! I'm crazy cool like that. Anyway, it will all remain as it currently is, a secret plot in my head never to be revealed or executed. Why? I have a conscience. Let's all thank Ray for finally teaching this girl about boundaries.

Speaking off...ah, well no. We cannot speak of. Hence, the disappearing blogs. Allow me just to say Ray has been a major influence in my life within this last 11 months and has affected me in many ways. He has change a lot of things about me for the better, and the things he changed for the worst is not as hard to fix back. It will be hard to forget him, much less keep him out of my life, which I hope will not be necessary. Regardless of differences, I gave him my heart, that in itself makes him special, so if he'll have me as his friend after all the havoc I've caused I'd be more than grateful. Of course this is after we get done cutting each other down. 'Coz we're crazy cool like that.