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future freaks me out


i’m on fire and now i think i’m ready to bust a move
check it out i’m rocking steady
go!

betty won’t stop listening to modern rock
how she hates to be alone
i try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine she says hey
i rock the haro sport
i rock the cow girl blues
i rock too fast for love i’m footloose in my velcro shoes
what’s up with will and grace?
i don’t get drum and bass
the future freaks me out

i’m on fire and now i think i'm ready to bust a move
check it out i’m rocking steady
to the beat in my head
it goes oh, oh, oh
i know that she’s the only one
i’d rather waste our time together
yea, ‘cause we can get down

betty can’t quit carving question marks in my wrist
how come we’re so alone
we waste away the days with nicotine and television samples
from an era we hate to admit we embrace
we fail to represent
we fail to be content
we fail at everything we ever even try to attempt
and so the story goes
as only betty knows
it’s time we take control
(get down)

i’m on fire and now i think i'm ready to bust a move
check it out i’m rocking steady
to the beat in my head
it goes oh, oh, oh
i know that she’s the only one
i’d rather waste my time with her

(betty, i need you
i miss you
i’m so alone without you
to call up on the weekends with my cellular phone)

betty it’s so hard to relate
to the whole human race
i don’t know where to begin
i don’t know where to begin
if we can both find a way
to do the things that we say
we might not sit in our rooms
and drink our daydreams away
betty, i’m a dreamer
i’m not a vicious screamer
oh betty won’t you.. ah fuck it

i’m on fire and now i think i'm ready to bust a move
check it out i’m rocking steady
to the beat in my head
it goes oh, oh, oh, oh
i know that she’s the only one
i’d rather waste our time together
yeah, ‘cause we can get down

autographs and apologies

outline of a story-board with no idea
head first in the shallow end
i apologize if i do not care
busy hands keep swimming they don't like swallowing
to the abstract motor
"gotta make that motor hum gotta make it run."
forward seems like forever
when "ever" is hand over hand over hand
the busy hands keeps swimming
gotta make that motor "hum"
get it over and done

so much for the autographs
so much for apologies
so much for promises
i never intended to keep
how does it all add up?
how does the story end?
i can't let go i can't pretend

very i'm so friendly very i'm so halloween
so this is what i wanted
gotta keep those channels clean and other sobering themes
i'm drowning by numbers
my halo is bent it's a fat fucking lie
and so the abstract motor gives in
it says, "at least i tried." at least i tried

mary without sound

mary go round
i'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down
straight from the pages into memories that hang around
i can't believe that there is nowhere you can go
and not be found without sound

from the pages
of the morning
when you mentioned
you're worth less to me

hand over hand
the pages turn
the pages without sound
turn on empty hands
tonight will end without sound

mary go round
hold back the hand me downs and bring back the bright sound
head for the razor broken bottle hangman runarounds
time for the message to return with the sender
unsigned and without sound

from the pages
of the morning
when you mentioned
you're worth less to me

it's a battle you can't win
it's a battle you lose

hand over hand
the pages turn
the pages without sound
turn on empty hands
tonight will end without sound

mary go round
i'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down

my favorite accident

i got the message long before you said you knew
there was no chance of us at all
with no velocity an empty heading hard and far too long
i spent two years alone with you
just when i thought i had forgotten
you came back soft without a sound

you said we were an accident
with accidents you’ll never know what could have been
so we were an accident
you’ll always be my favorite one

you hit the road and left me an ocean
i can’t swim in the silence of your skin, skin
please let me in-side the times we never had a right
inside two years alone with you

you said we were an accident
with accidents you’ll never know what could have been
so we were an accident
you’ll always be my favorite one

we could have been...
we could have been... (why can't you believe?)
we could have been...again!

long winded promises of future company
up close the sound remains the same
without the reign of terror over every momentary change
we are exactly as before.

you hit the road and left me an ocean
i can’t swim in the silence of your skin, skin
please let me in-side time i had to forget you
inside no chance of us at all