Defining Moments of My Life
this song's been stuck in my head for weeks now

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this song's been stuck in my head for weeks now
08.30.02 12:43 a.m.

moby: extreme ways

extreme ways are back again

extreme places i didn't know

i broke everything new again

everything that i'd owned

i threw it out the windows, came along

extreme ways i know move apart

the colors of my sea

perfect color me

extreme ways that that help me

help me out at night

extreme places i had gone

but never seen any light

dirty basements, dirty noise

dirty places coming through

extreme worlds alone

did you ever like it planned

i would stand in line for this

there's always room in life for this

oh baby, oh baby

then it fell apart, fell apart

oh baby, oh baby

like it always does, always does

extreme songs that told me

they helped me down every night

i didn't have much to say

i didn't get above the light

i closed my eyes and closed myself

and closed my world and never opened

up to anything

that could get me along

i had to close down everything

i had to close down my mind

too many things to cover me

too much can make me blind

i've seen so much in so many places

so many heartaches, so many faces

so many dirty things

you couldn't believe

i would stand in line for this

it's always good in life for this

oh baby, oh baby

then it fell apart, fell apart

oh baby, oh baby

like it always does, always does



Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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WHAT'S MY NAME?!?