From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #52 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Friday, April 6 2001 Volume 04 : Number 052 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: "Nothing" by "Pedro the Lion" ["Brown" ] ET: wherever u may be.. [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 04:45:50 -0500 From: "Brown" Subject: ET: "Nothing" by "Pedro the Lion" These lyrics are amazing... they're from the album "whole ep" by the band "Pedro the Lion" nothing if only the rules were built upon philosophy that i embraced i'd hug your neck and kiss your face but it's obvious that your ideals are not for me you'll tell me what to do but you will see that i do as i please cause i want to do it my way i want to fly the problem with rules is they alienate the criminals when whose to say if what they did was wrong that day if you'd open your mind up you'd see that there is no thing that's always wrong no matter what you say it's just not true that there's only one way i hope we have ourselves an understanding ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 14:33:31 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: wherever u may be.. I wish that I knew how to hide what I don't have inside when the clouds are bleeding there blood all over me I cry out to the people that don't exist I cry out to the stars in hopes that someone will hear me knowing that someone in my life has to care and maybe thinking that they don't know how to show it I walked alone all along and I learned how not to care anymore I learned that I can't share these words with these people anymore that words are lethal and they used all their poison on me every single day and I could never forget the dirty looks like I was a slug in the mud on the side of the road another letter sent to someone at the wrong address return to deliverer because we don't want you here . . . Don't treat me any different than you would treat yourself I don't have anything to do with anything that you think I should and I'm sorry that I don't know how to be proud of myself and walk with my head up exactly like you do at least I'm not scared of someone who is different than me I don't understand the ignorance that you carry in your head I can't look up to you anymore because it's just plain stupid and in that way I do really hate to be blunt but it needs to be said you need to get some kind of head on your shoulders and live in a world that is more real than the one that you are living in your world you really do think is yours and really, it isn't just don't understand it and I hear you talk to yourself you must really like the way that your voice sounds kind of like the humming of the bees outside and they try and communicate we don't understand the same languages aren't being spoken just because they're different are they so wrong to? anything that isn't you isn't right you are right, we are wrong we cant be the oh so mighty one hello!? it's me, remember I used to know you a long time ago back when I was little and didn't know anything at all when I couldn't see through you . . . I could carry you around with me if my arms weren't so tired and weak I can barely manage to hold myself up with a sunken heart and the images that I see in my head from the things I used to have Every years everything changing from one extreme to the other lets settle for something that's comfortable something that's right in the middle I couldn't teach you how to read my face until I master to know what I'm feeling you could really find the source if you look deep enough but I know how scared you are that's okay I'm not going through the same thing anymore but I could be and I will be soon enough every time I look in the mirror it's all different one extreme to the other one face forgotten another one not important enough to remember I'm sorry that when I swore I would think of you every day because I haven't at all, and now I'm afraid that you won't love me anymore and I can barely love myself with this heavy heart and these arms that hurt so bad but I pick you up anyways because I can't bear to leave you behind . . . I wish a wish not on a star not a wish for me but a wish for you and I wanted it to come true so bad that I would have given my existence . . . don't leave me around to pick up everything you left behind espically when I was just one of those things "it always rains like hell on the losers day of the race"-goo goo dolls.. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #52 *********************************