outdated references in ‘bug a boo’ by destiny’s child

  • “you make me wanna throw my pager out the window”
  • “tell MCI to cut the phone calls”
  • “have AOL make my emails stop” (via kl7)

…i looked at my reflection in the water
thought: what an unlikely pair
closed my eyes, held my breath
plummeted down, down, down
and anchored myself there.
(via maggiemcg)

(via maggiemcg)

if all my dreams were a tidal wave

and every day was christmas
we could spend our lives in the drip
at the edge of the world

‘cause love does things that you can’t see
it’s like telepathic surgery
and cuts and scrapes just like iggy pop thrown in a hole. 

…i’m shook, i know
i pushed when i should have pulled
took it all back if i could, i put that on my soul.

and when you left, i didn’t see it coming
i guess i slept — it ain’t like you was running
you crept out the front door slow
and i was so self-absorbed i didn’t even know
and by the the time i looked up, it was booked up
you put it all behind you, the bad and the good stuff
a whole house full of dreams and steps
i think you’d be impressed with the pieces i kept
you disappeared but the history is still here
that’s why i try not to cry over spilt beer

yesterday, was that you?
looked just like you
strange things my imagination might do
take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through
or am i just going crazy ‘cause i miss you?

yesterday by atmosphere.

i think it’s no secret

that billie holiday is my
she’s like my, wow
i won’t say my god
but she’s quite close to it.

…memories don’t live like people do.

travellin’ man by mos def / dj honda.

if we could all agree

to lettin’ our souls become free of that sweet bitterness
then whose chest would have the most seeds?
i keep misfocusin’ my needs and this stress on my back
with them caps they be blastin’ into my knap sack
ain’t no accidental deathtraps
my mishap is the fact that i’m destined to snap
it’s when i feel as though my body’s able to go
my mind is ready to flow
did you know: first you catch and then i throw?
it’s my own sense of time
if i’m late it’s ‘cause i’m endin’ my day
just when the sun shines and still gently advising the arisin’ of the moon
as it rolls around into my soundproof dimension.

singing through the pain like i was mary j.

and curse the moon so dull and bright

my heavy soul can’t stand the light.
it burns me straight to the bones… my bones.

you know it’s hot—

don’t forget what you’ve got. a wise woman once sang. (happy thanksgiving!)

everything i think i need

always comes with batteries.

.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.

from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.