haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh...

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Let them eat cake...







Thunderstorms and hot tea
Bright Eyes and Gossip Girl
Brendon Urie and Taking Back Sunday
Band boys and high heels
Party dresses and The OC
Panda bears and Panic at the Disco
Sephora and J.D. Salinger
The Virgin Suicides and Twilight
Harold and Maude and Emilie Autumn
Chuck Palahniuk and Chuck Klosterman
Marie Antoinette and The Glass Passenger
Nylon and the color yellow
William Beckett and Flight of the Conchords
Amanda Palmer and The Honorary Title
Grampa cardigans and headbands with bows
Remember Maine and Midtown
Elliott Smith and Sparklehorse
The Office and Project Runway
Ian Somerhalder and Brand New
Hanna Beth and Blair Waldorf
Car Bombs at the Dublin Pub and Mint M&Ms
Bob Dylan and aviator sunglasses
Cillian Murphy and Dirk Mai
Orange Soda and boys who look like Kurt Cobain (haha)
Scarlett Johansson and The Olsen Twins
Zooey Deschanel and She and Him
American Apparel. American Apparel. American Apparel







Nathan Sinclair Armstrong







These are a few of my favorite things







Keep the noise low
She doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking from head to toe
While your left hand does "the show me around"
Quickens your heartbeat

It beats me straight into the ground

You don't recover from a night like this
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper

"This is so messed up"

Upon arrival the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly depressed
He'd headed straight for the stairs
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch

Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships

Up the stairs
The station where
The act becomes the art of growing up

He keeps his hands low
He doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet from head to toe and
His eyes give her the up and the down
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
But the body on the bed beckons forward
And he starts growing up







The fever
The focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself

The tickle
The taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself

She hits the lights
This doesn't seem quite fair
Despite everything he learned from his friends
He doesn't feel so prepared

She's breathing quiet and smooth
He is gasping for air

"This is the first and last time," he says
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He's holding back from telling her
Exactly what it really feels like

He is the lamb
She is the slaughter

She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her

Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect
He whispers that he loves her
But she's probably only looking for s(o much more than he could ever give)

Up the stairs
The station where
The act becomes the art of growing up

So much more than he could ever give
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship

He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He waits for it to end
And for the aching in his guts to subside







The fever
The focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself

The tickle
The taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself

Up the stairs
The station where
The act becomes the art of growing up

The fever
The focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself

The tickle
The taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up



Die young and save yourself...






Let's dance in style
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die on
Let us live forever
Don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in the sandpit
Life is a short trip

Music's for the sad man

Can you imagine when this race is run
Turning up our faces into the sun
Praising our leaders
Getting in tune

Music's played by the mad man

Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever
Forever
Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever

Forever...







Some are like water
Some are like the heat
Some are melodies
Some are the beat
Sooner or later they'll all be gone
Why don't they stay on?

It's hard to get on without a cause,
I don't want to perish like a fading voice

Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happened today
So many songs that we forgot to play
So many dreams swimming out in the blue

Let them come true

Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever
Forever
Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever
Forever
Forever young
I want to be forever young,
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever
Forever

Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?

Forever

Forever...







Song of the Day: Forever Young by Youth Group