<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157</id><updated>2011-11-30T10:52:21.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5741664429281654006</id><published>2011-10-14T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:36:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrows</title><content type='html'>Brace yourself for pain&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the love, the loss, the gain&lt;br /&gt;Well it's all part of it&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be part of it?&lt;br /&gt;And teach yourself restraint&lt;br /&gt;Well you are truly screwed either way&lt;br /&gt;So just calm down now&lt;br /&gt;Be a part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days they tumble slowly over each other&lt;br /&gt;We don't know where the roads end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to argue anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you want when you slam the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm far too tired to try to make you see&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you want for the reasons you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all our yesterdays they light&lt;br /&gt;The dusty, dusty way&lt;br /&gt;To just one certainty&lt;br /&gt;The day it murders me&lt;br /&gt;And peace will calm you down&lt;br /&gt;They say the second that you drown&lt;br /&gt;You just calm down, now&lt;br /&gt;Be a part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know where the roads end up&lt;br /&gt;We just know that they end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to argue anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you want when you slam the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm far too tired to try to make you see&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you want for the reasons you believe&lt;br /&gt;For the reasons you believe&lt;br /&gt;For the reasons you believe&lt;br /&gt;For the reasons you believe&lt;br /&gt;For the reasons you believe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to argue anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5741664429281654006?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5741664429281654006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5741664429281654006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5741664429281654006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5741664429281654006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomorrows.html' title='Tomorrows'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8866584882915586744</id><published>2011-08-24T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T02:14:49.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running From Tornadoes</title><content type='html'>Behind this guise, an unendable time spent clinging&lt;br /&gt;As years unwind, those electrical vines keep stinging&lt;br /&gt;All this time spent running from tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;Be my bubble in the storm&lt;br /&gt;If only 'til the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost at sea, destined permanently to run from&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dreams, how the panic-field screams like thunder&lt;br /&gt;All of this time spent running from tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;Be my bubble in the storm&lt;br /&gt;If only 'til the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel a calm descend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remind me that there's light left in me&lt;br /&gt;Light left in me&lt;br /&gt;Light left in me&lt;br /&gt;Light left in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these ghosts just step aside&lt;br /&gt;I know (oh oh oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;All this hurt and pain subsides&lt;br /&gt;I know (oh oh oh oh oh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8866584882915586744?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8866584882915586744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8866584882915586744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8866584882915586744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8866584882915586744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/08/running-from-tornadoes.html' title='Running From Tornadoes'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-664456874862665799</id><published>2011-08-07T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T02:03:39.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>Drove out to the lake&lt;br /&gt;Set my car alight&lt;br /&gt;Burned it like a chain&lt;br /&gt;Reduced it to a frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look hard enough&lt;br /&gt;There are always clues&lt;br /&gt;And people determined&lt;br /&gt;Hungry and bloodthirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can weigh the body down&lt;br /&gt;But the body will remain&lt;br /&gt;Weighed double on your mind&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-664456874862665799?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/664456874862665799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=664456874862665799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/664456874862665799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/664456874862665799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/08/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-471575269881741395</id><published>2011-06-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:49:11.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide</title><content type='html'>This is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving the pain&lt;br /&gt;It's all I deserve&lt;br /&gt;The physical pain&lt;br /&gt;It's all I am worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;When you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;Is to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When you can't hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-471575269881741395?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/471575269881741395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=471575269881741395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/471575269881741395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/471575269881741395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/hide.html' title='Hide'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-7560133222288817472</id><published>2011-05-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:26:10.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosting</title><content type='html'>In this hidden cave a man is sheltering from the flood&lt;br /&gt;Pressed against his magic box of lights and lights and lights and dripping blood&lt;br /&gt;His eyes have long been bleeding from the brightness of the rays&lt;br /&gt;It burns his skin and hurts him as he tries and tries and tries to look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in fear&lt;br /&gt;Living in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of every taxi&lt;br /&gt;In every cash-point queue&lt;br /&gt;Round the bricks of every corner&lt;br /&gt;The real thing could pounce on you&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of every stranger&lt;br /&gt;In the distance of each view&lt;br /&gt;On the slabs of every pavement&lt;br /&gt;The real thing could pounce on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7560133222288817472?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7560133222288817472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7560133222288817472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7560133222288817472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7560133222288817472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/ghosting.html' title='Ghosting'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5738272444178334032</id><published>2011-04-14T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:20:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt-Like-Space</title><content type='html'>Out, on the edge&lt;br /&gt;On the sawtooth of the machine&lt;br /&gt;Plastic in the river&lt;br /&gt;Where lifeless bodies dream&lt;br /&gt;In a chambre of concrete&lt;br /&gt;Lights dart across the wall&lt;br /&gt;Salt like space&lt;br /&gt;Makes corpses of us all&lt;br /&gt;Dead from the day&lt;br /&gt;Of fulfilling the conditions&lt;br /&gt;And terms of a contract&lt;br /&gt;Come drown your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;In the sea, go blank&lt;br /&gt;And collapse into free flight&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;You can be something else tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5738272444178334032?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5738272444178334032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5738272444178334032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5738272444178334032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5738272444178334032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/salt-like-space.html' title='Salt-Like-Space'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-6704748358831308670</id><published>2011-03-05T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T03:08:19.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave Music</title><content type='html'>Under the mountains&lt;br /&gt;If there is a cave&lt;br /&gt;That is where&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no one could dig&lt;br /&gt;A deep enough grave&lt;br /&gt;To bury&lt;br /&gt;My fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-6704748358831308670?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6704748358831308670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=6704748358831308670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6704748358831308670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6704748358831308670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/03/cave-music.html' title='Cave Music'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2330941197567522240</id><published>2011-02-27T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:59:53.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortisol</title><content type='html'>You feel the ladders hit the walls&lt;br /&gt;The people rushing to the gate&lt;br /&gt;A full invasion force&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're feeling quick today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flickering embers of a sleeping fire&lt;br /&gt;The shivers descending down a grid of wires&lt;br /&gt;The master pretending like he has not heard&lt;br /&gt;The tectonic bending of his island world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power to agititate the tide&lt;br /&gt;You are punching at the waves&lt;br /&gt;The waves of meteoric size&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The flickering embers of a sleeping fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The shivers descending down a grid of wires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The master pretending like he has not heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The tectonic bending of his island world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The flickering static of an old TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The merciless tactics of the stones and trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The deafening racket of a storm at sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The naturally tragic grip on sanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Fluctuations, fluctuations&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All crew to their battle stations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No respite from desperate fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Light from darkest saturation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Must have patience, must have patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Trust despite the situations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just to spite the cortisol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hormones burning up the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Keep calm, carry on, nothing's going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Stop and starting, broken hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Blanking out those loves departed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sanctuary from the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Without a light it's impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And a broken mind just breaks up further&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;With no one to turn to, only matter of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Before it turns to cold-blooded murder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Stumbling around a cave and flirting with a quiet grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Fumbling for words to say, for ways of phrasing hopeless days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In the cave rely on touch, can't feel a lot but I'll say this much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's fucking freezing so show me a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Show me a reason to put up with the teasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To get up in the morning, to stay up 'til the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nothing comes easy but it shouldn't keep bleeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2330941197567522240?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2330941197567522240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2330941197567522240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2330941197567522240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2330941197567522240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/02/cortisol.html' title='Cortisol'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8703385797163216267</id><published>2011-02-26T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:07:23.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editorial</title><content type='html'>I've got a voice&lt;br /&gt;I know which way gravity points&lt;br /&gt;I see faults&lt;br /&gt;This is how humanity disappoints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come plugging your poison to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive little bastard&lt;br /&gt;With misinformed opinions&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between illness and its symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come plugging your poison to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8703385797163216267?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5600423224654834309</id><published>2011-02-26T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:27:44.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squelettes</title><content type='html'>A round of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Comes from the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;The door's wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Des squelletes hang from their necks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped them and stuffed them into the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was sick of their endless laughter&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so tired I don't even bother&lt;br /&gt;To lock the door or even to shut it&lt;br /&gt;Now all I hear is laughter and chatter&lt;br /&gt;So I break their necks and spit in their eyeholes&lt;br /&gt;Smash in their teeth so now who is smiling&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late, what's done is done and can't be changed&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of fingernails on a wooden floor&lt;br /&gt;Scraping at my temples&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5600423224654834309?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5600423224654834309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5600423224654834309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5600423224654834309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5600423224654834309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/02/squelletes.html' title='Squelettes'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-1645421797559249451</id><published>2011-02-24T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:03:29.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fault</title><content type='html'>It's a funny thing to distrust the dawn&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange way to live your life&lt;br /&gt;When all light is&amp;nbsp;breakable&lt;br /&gt;And faith viewed through such bruised eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning points are of such substance&lt;br /&gt;As mythical creatures from stories&lt;br /&gt;Jumping's not the same as flying&lt;br /&gt;Birds have no concept of falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can breathe again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-1645421797559249451?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1645421797559249451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=1645421797559249451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1645421797559249451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1645421797559249451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/02/fault.html' title='Fault'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2171819575289556022</id><published>2011-02-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:00:35.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnelling Of Years</title><content type='html'>I've been watching&lt;br /&gt;Pieces fall from&lt;br /&gt;A broken wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone cracks&lt;br /&gt;In timelapse&lt;br /&gt;Coming down it's&lt;br /&gt;Rubble now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time you'll learn to fear&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;tunnelling&amp;nbsp;of years&lt;br /&gt;Have gone by&lt;br /&gt;Too tired now to run&lt;br /&gt;And deadened down succumb&lt;br /&gt;To dull life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such thing as&lt;br /&gt;Solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Time can wear it out&lt;br /&gt;No such thing as&lt;br /&gt;Endless love&lt;br /&gt;Time can rip it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In time you'll learn to fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;tunnelling&amp;nbsp;of years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Have gone by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Too tired now to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And deadened down succumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To dull life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days they just devour&lt;br /&gt;No mercy in the hours&lt;br /&gt;Have gone by&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way life steers&lt;br /&gt;The tunnelling of years&lt;br /&gt;Is your guide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2171819575289556022?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2171819575289556022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2171819575289556022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2171819575289556022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2171819575289556022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/02/tunnelling-of-years.html' title='Tunnelling Of Years'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-584912658911240487</id><published>2011-02-02T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:33:54.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lightning Fork</title><content type='html'>The buildings never change&lt;div&gt;The faces never stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun will always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But weather's mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It frightens me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off goes my imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind my blank eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mortal shock compares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With dreams of this size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're firing like an advert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fuelled by escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I step too far through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cathy's picture frame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're silt in a river that never dries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're trying to lure me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A path from the origin of a lightning fork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would I choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why aren't I blinded by it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would I choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why aren't I blinded by it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The buildings never change&lt;div&gt;The faces never stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun will always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But weather's mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It frightens me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're silt in a river that never dries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're trying to lure me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A path from the origin of a lightning fork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would I choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why aren't I blinded by it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should I choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why aren't I blinded by it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would I choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why aren't I blinded by it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're trying to lure me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're trying to lure me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're trying to lure me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-584912658911240487?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/584912658911240487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=584912658911240487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/584912658911240487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/584912658911240487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/02/lightning-fork.html' title='The Lightning Fork'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2594602556698947988</id><published>2011-01-20T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:37:12.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspex</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to the world&lt;div&gt;It feels like plastic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a virtual design&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a bubble in space-time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course Helen carried on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in my coma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got a different job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her life has moved along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something's numbed the cortex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't know it's awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It thinks this is a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a cloudy TV screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment that he leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She forgets him instantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she curls up back inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her sad screensaver mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like he never went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how much has survived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's waiting for the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he wakes up from his coma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wars, games, pain, love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope, family, romance, targets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2594602556698947988?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2594602556698947988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2594602556698947988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2594602556698947988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2594602556698947988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2011/01/perspex.html' title='Perspex'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8362851884827280769</id><published>2010-12-07T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:44:04.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curves And Corners (*The Next Generation*)</title><content type='html'>I'm hooked to a drip&lt;div&gt;I can't help but sip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dirty nutrients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They feed my deviance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fear the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling you gave me hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I could barely stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I just can't cope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get out while you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz this scene will explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fragments will never land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up in space they'll float&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the house and family we planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our world goes up in smoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How an entity just broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I crushed it with my own 2 hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I could not be that man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will never be that man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8362851884827280769?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8362851884827280769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8362851884827280769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8362851884827280769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8362851884827280769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/12/curves-and-corners-next-generation.html' title='Curves And Corners (*The Next Generation*)'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-6416460166404781254</id><published>2010-11-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:14:55.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate</title><content type='html'>Water on terminals&lt;div&gt;Frightened animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Organs and cuticles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insects are cannibals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the fuck away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monkey politics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swamps the scientist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had enough of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transduce onto the wrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the fuck away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So man the switches at the tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check their actions, check their facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black wires are bearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempers are flaring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errors are glaring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is wearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-6416460166404781254?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6416460166404781254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=6416460166404781254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6416460166404781254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6416460166404781254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/11/kate.html' title='Kate'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5055132803490925260</id><published>2010-11-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:09:57.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Static</title><content type='html'>Time is not my friend&lt;div&gt;So says the ghost in your corridor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roaming aimlessly for the sake of its existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around the rooms of ancient lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ghost is sitting in your living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuck with eternity to contemplate the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is a predator and promises are its prey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5055132803490925260?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5055132803490925260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5055132803490925260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5055132803490925260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5055132803490925260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/11/static.html' title='Static'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4688656137301900313</id><published>2010-11-19T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:22:24.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Basement Game</title><content type='html'>I have a basement game&lt;div&gt;A fantasy I brought to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a rustic house with no neighbours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you are going to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I'm a misfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the world has crippled me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til the sick and twisted side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the only portal of escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So put your memories aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lay your connections to rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you are now no longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A matter of consequence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are just an object&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squeezing thrills down my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A revenge for all the torture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bleeding in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break my rules and join&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The frozen severed head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reverberate the cellar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the pity in me is dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time I turn the vice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your screaming gives me life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because this is my domain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're my basement game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4688656137301900313?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4688656137301900313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4688656137301900313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4688656137301900313'/><link rel='self' 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trenches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His big white teeth are smiling at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My monster loves this princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She waits among far off lands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lives in swamps and smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My monster and me close our eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the kings horses and all the king's men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucked about a bit, gave up and went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back now I can see why you'd be scared of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my mistakes hung like Christmas lights from the ceiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5865748535617758955?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5865748535617758955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5865748535617758955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5865748535617758955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5865748535617758955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-kings-horses.html' title='All The King&apos;s Horses'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-3310900116041534050</id><published>2010-09-05T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:06:36.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>How best to show&lt;div&gt;This blast could blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tick, I wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am selfish with my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love yet still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make you doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like I al-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ways joke about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have fed you laughs and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I doing         here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where normal people come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To socialise, have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I doing         here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be locked up out the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can't wreck your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tendency &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing with un-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intentional spite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can be forgiven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when you wake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll rake your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are living in denial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I doing         here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where normal people come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To socialise, have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I doing         here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be locked up out the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can't wreck your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3310900116041534050?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3310900116041534050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=3310900116041534050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3310900116041534050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3310900116041534050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-1160769326239440514</id><published>2010-08-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:23:56.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Orchestra</title><content type='html'>Power to the people in their state of weakness&lt;div&gt;Please forgive this world of cheaters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born with artillery and taught these cheap tricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mothers hand them down with their feathers and treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a treasure 'til they're severed and the severed grow weary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put a blade to their vein and bleed out theories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pleasure it was measured as they wrestled free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing life is never as the kid perceives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids'll just shout and kids'll just dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too big for their doubts, too big to concede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They grow up and leave, their predictions'll creak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the pressure of reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy is on the road to a terrible collision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy is on the run from a medical condition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy is in the loop of a spherical decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whichever way he chooses he will end up in submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whichever way he loses, so why take action?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just find a distraction, anything that will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take his mind off this enveloping darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta be ruthless, you gotta be heartless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He locks himself inside of his bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He won't be coming out any time soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a tree falls and nobody hears it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it's safe to go disappearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn up the tunes, get lost or get moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take out the blade for sake of just proving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is no joke there should not be music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not easy to get that through to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treading on a wire, strings are swelling in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now they're spreading to my eyes, violins they leave me blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going schizophrenic aren't you hearing what I hear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The line between pretend and real has disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point the lid is gonna blow off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it's time for the star to show his skills off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll show his true colours, he'll take the mask off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the mothers will be screaming for the others they've lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the damn breaks there'll be no restraint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There'll be no escape, no one will be saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the doctor I once went to with this complaint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be named in the newspapers the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch your heartbeat it's a daydream, come and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it mean, how could they be possibly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is which me, did you just speak, was it me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a daydream but it seemed real, could've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we must be seeing same things differently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is nuts we cannot stay here, I agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's just me on my own here in a room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know who I think I have been talking to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the sounds of doom impending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morals bending, hate descending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some actions are beyond defending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some traumas go was past mending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this story has no happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind's upended I am not pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time you heard my side of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tectonic moods and seismic swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd tie you to a chair and make you look in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ask which you think is the real disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope it hurts and I hope you're scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope it burns and it's only fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you know that brought all this on yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you know that you caused it, created this hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you know you deserve all this fear in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you suffer and are tortured cuz death is too kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And demons will come and cut open your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you'll tear off your skin with your teeth to escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For every time you squandered love to satisfy a draught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll break the hearts of one more person that you care about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hear screaming? I hear screaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hear screaming, am I still dreaming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come no one else can hear what I'm hearing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be time to go disappearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-1160769326239440514?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1160769326239440514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=1160769326239440514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1160769326239440514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1160769326239440514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-comes-orchestra.html' title='Here Comes The Orchestra'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2917788319753629888</id><published>2010-07-23T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T05:16:26.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucid</title><content type='html'>Charlotte dreams&lt;div&gt;Of movie scenes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when she's awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can't tell which is fake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While her back was turned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justice was served&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could swear I was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did what the viewers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted her to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to hell with the consequence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all shall weep for our hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So colour in the blanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cover up the gaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let the strings swell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the theories all converge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a dream world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where our hero won't get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sum of a life on a circuit board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sleep with the TV on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2917788319753629888?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2917788319753629888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2917788319753629888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2917788319753629888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2917788319753629888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucid.html' title='Lucid'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-3260766637158758732</id><published>2010-07-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:00:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curves And Corners</title><content type='html'>Hooked up to a drip&lt;div&gt;Can't help but sip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dirty nutrients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They feed my deviance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get out of the corner of my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop firing the patterns round my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are real and some are made of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one you are I can not decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love can be like a guillotine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A box of smoke particles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going crazy I am going crazy now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fear the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It knows too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dares me to touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get out of the corner of my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop firing the patterns round my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are real and some are made of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one you are I can not decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one believes me but I've seen it with my own eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love can be like a guillotine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A box of smoke particles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going crazy I am going crazy now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter is alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A product of deep-mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3260766637158758732?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3260766637158758732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=3260766637158758732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3260766637158758732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3260766637158758732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/07/hooked-up-to-drip-cant-help-but-sip.html' title='Curves And Corners'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8181564790058830932</id><published>2010-05-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T01:27:54.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Plans For The Dead Man</title><content type='html'>Tell me will the questions ever stop?&lt;div&gt;Tell me will the hunt ever give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So transfixed by wall-clock-ticks we wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressure builds while time's fresh kills are made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were a witness to a descent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A broken vase and a hole in the head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a waste of loving plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a waste of loving plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big plans for the dead man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pavement cracks don't mean you any harm either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big plans for the dead man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who can't relax while there's still so much he hasn't done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me will the questions ever stop?&lt;div&gt;Tell me will the hunt ever give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So transfixed by wall-clock-ticks we wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressure builds while time's fresh kills are made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made an enemy of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got exactly what you deserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a waste of loving plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a waste of loving plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big plans for the dead man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who bent the facts 'til they settled into his vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big plans for the dead man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daren't&lt;/span&gt; subtract all the losses from decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8181564790058830932?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8181564790058830932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8181564790058830932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8181564790058830932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8181564790058830932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-plans-for-dead-man.html' title='Big Plans For The Dead Man'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-3834239454174164748</id><published>2010-05-11T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:27:47.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tied To A Time</title><content type='html'>Seek and destroy&lt;div&gt;Search and discover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did you learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for the dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had when we were young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be some one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running for cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we wait for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus to return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did you learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for the dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had when we were young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be some one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, we're short on time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just show, just show me someone who's satisfied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the belief &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had when we were young?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curse of the dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had when we were young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3834239454174164748?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3834239454174164748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=3834239454174164748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3834239454174164748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3834239454174164748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/tied-to-time.html' title='Tied To A Time'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5451030605293060755</id><published>2010-05-11T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:22:42.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful</title><content type='html'>And so did it come to pass that light forgot light&lt;div&gt;And drifted around the frontiers of sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a bemused look on its face as if to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why was I made this way if this contrasts some holy intention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why keep it just in range with promises to behave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not simply discard and erase and start again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confusion can be so much worse than pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cruelest&lt;/span&gt; of all divine inventions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So inevitably it set its own goals and it focused on those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It lined the roads with lights and wires and fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whatever it could to disguise the great problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With hundreds of lesser ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it whiled away its time out on the precipice of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a dot looking only to its sides and filling up its life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the fashions of the moment and this restlessness that no one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could quite put their finger on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A prophet said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hell is revelation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven is ignorance"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5451030605293060755?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5451030605293060755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5451030605293060755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5451030605293060755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5451030605293060755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/blissful.html' title='Blissful'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2253805470139120976</id><published>2010-05-03T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:44:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Made</title><content type='html'>Memory made a superhero of you&lt;div&gt;How I long to erase that twisted memory of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no comfort to hear it's in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No it's no comfort to hear it makes no sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take the blame like it's a great disaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I while away my tuneful ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no comfort to hear it's in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No it's no comfort to hear it makes no sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everything's&lt;/span&gt; changed, nothing has come to pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remain right where you saw me last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to rescue you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to rescue you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to rescue you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to rescue you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How you have changed, drifted away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I remain lost in a memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2253805470139120976?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2253805470139120976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2253805470139120976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2253805470139120976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2253805470139120976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/memory-made.html' title='Memory Made'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5687264143916797489</id><published>2010-01-12T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:28:39.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes</title><content type='html'>A stranger took my mind&lt;div&gt;Stitched wings onto its sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tore them on barbed wire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no interest in flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masters of disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natural born liars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sayeth the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planes fall out of the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's nothing I can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5687264143916797489?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5687264143916797489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5687264143916797489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5687264143916797489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5687264143916797489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2010/01/planes.html' title='Planes'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8940611761888743183</id><published>2010-01-07T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:40:13.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital</title><content type='html'>Now we twist the knife&lt;div&gt;Claim another life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we cut the cord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claim another reward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suggest how you'd subdue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passionless bite of an organised killer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can't be blamed for the taste in your brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how you're made, how you face each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why we arm ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why we arm ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you something terrible is coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Innocence succumbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the wires twisted round its veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One instant bullet bolt of lightning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One second redefining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you thought you knew about pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be dead before you even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a chance to scream and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recognise a killer's face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lay there bleeding from a shell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ejected from your cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nevermore set foot in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can't be blamed for the taste in your brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my cave, this is how I face each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why we arm ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why we harm ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why we arm ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why we harm ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my cave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What madness awakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will crush your skull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tear out your lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8940611761888743183?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8940611761888743183/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2524537088881058084</id><published>2009-09-28T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:31:05.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contraband</title><content type='html'>Dig a, dig a, dig, dig a hole in sand&lt;br /&gt;Give me, give me, give me your healing hands&lt;br /&gt;Be your, be your, I'll be your perfect man&lt;br /&gt;Pick me, pick me, pick me from all your fans&lt;br /&gt;Help me out please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there, be there, be there at your command&lt;br /&gt;Love you, love you, my love is contraband&lt;br /&gt;Miss you, miss you, I must misunderstand&lt;br /&gt;So pick me, pick me, pick me from all your fans&lt;br /&gt;Help me out please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one word&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be round in a flash&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you are the sweetest virus&lt;br /&gt;You are the prettiest spider&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot contain you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I'll forget you&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to forget you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2524537088881058084?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2524537088881058084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2524537088881058084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2524537088881058084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2524537088881058084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/contraband.html' title='Contraband'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2863977634059207627</id><published>2009-06-02T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:07:08.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Loved Me</title><content type='html'>I break my own heart every day&lt;br /&gt;I tape your photographs all over my brain&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a tunnel, what difference is a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference in a garden when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;What a difference in a journey when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;What a difference even in absence when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I wake? Why can't I wake?&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself but can't snap out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shalt&lt;/span&gt; not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not love the traitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference in a garden when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;What a difference in a journey when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;What a difference even in absence when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;When you loved me, when you loved me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2863977634059207627?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2863977634059207627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2863977634059207627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2863977634059207627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2863977634059207627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-loved-me.html' title='When You Loved Me'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-1362841515798475695</id><published>2009-06-02T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:03:57.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Button</title><content type='html'>Keep pushing the button&lt;br /&gt;Let it explode&lt;br /&gt;Glaze your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And feel it explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a rat on crack&lt;br /&gt;In a laboratory&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing the button&lt;br /&gt;For the drip feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rattles your bones&lt;br /&gt;Your pulse pushes faster&lt;br /&gt;Push the button&lt;br /&gt;For a natural disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing the button&lt;br /&gt;And put me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Let me have my bliss&lt;br /&gt;And never wake me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-1362841515798475695?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1362841515798475695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=1362841515798475695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1362841515798475695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1362841515798475695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/06/button.html' title='The Button'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4953582147246288776</id><published>2009-06-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:02:25.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cells And Decibels</title><content type='html'>We make our entrance in a thunder cavern&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to frost up the windows before the sun returns&lt;br /&gt;The less light the better&lt;br /&gt;We could be one of a hundred people who never seem to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could hear was heroin in my head&lt;br /&gt;I never meant...  I never meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an LCD distraction&lt;br /&gt;And a sheet over a mirror&lt;br /&gt;As long as the bricks remain around us&lt;br /&gt;No need to panic, no need to focus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4953582147246288776?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4953582147246288776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4953582147246288776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4953582147246288776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4953582147246288776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/06/cells-and-decibels.html' title='Cells And Decibels'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4047436643925543317</id><published>2009-06-02T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:59:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F Dream</title><content type='html'>Dried up in a brick enclosure&lt;br /&gt;Sit still like the animals&lt;br /&gt;The ones that know there's no escaping&lt;br /&gt;And tick tick tick away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;older and wiser now&lt;br /&gt;With an F dream&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down like an animal&lt;br /&gt;Whisper and hallucinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4047436643925543317?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4047436643925543317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4047436643925543317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4047436643925543317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4047436643925543317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-dream.html' title='F Dream'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-1880741999135114693</id><published>2009-06-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:58:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Box</title><content type='html'>You are what, a hundred miles away?&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're stored&lt;br /&gt;And stretched on threads&lt;br /&gt;From a core&lt;br /&gt;In a drawer of fabric pens and watch straps&lt;br /&gt;Cassette players and battery packs&lt;br /&gt;And all the scraps you can't throw out&lt;br /&gt;Because memory made them far too bright&lt;br /&gt;And full of perfect promise&lt;br /&gt;Everything you tried to write&lt;br /&gt;Curled up in a plastic box of gifts&lt;br /&gt;All the things you can't throw out&lt;br /&gt;You can't condemn them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-1880741999135114693?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1880741999135114693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=1880741999135114693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;And my focus loops&lt;br /&gt;Round a map of actions&lt;br /&gt;God give me a switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better already&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;Things get easier gradually&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth the argument&lt;br /&gt;So lock the door, let the phone flash&lt;br /&gt;You let your friends down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God the mystery kills&lt;br /&gt;There are too many doors&lt;br /&gt;And not enough locks&lt;br /&gt;God give me a switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;Things just get easier with time&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth the argument&lt;br /&gt;So lock the door, let the phone flash&lt;br /&gt;You let your friends down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in love&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for it&lt;br /&gt;No restraint no control&lt;br /&gt;God give me a switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it&lt;br /&gt;You push everybody away&lt;br /&gt;We all care so much&lt;br /&gt;But way, way out on the border&lt;br /&gt;Get so tired of clinging&lt;br /&gt;So tired of clinging&lt;br /&gt;So tired of clinging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8740279148325128421?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8740279148325128421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8740279148325128421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8740279148325128421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8740279148325128421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/way-way-out-on-border.html' title='Way, Way Out On The Border'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-6868294692310903151</id><published>2009-03-09T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:33:42.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalmation Parade</title><content type='html'>God turned to gold everything that I touched and I wanted as much&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer know how to pray&lt;br /&gt;God gave me silver to travel the earth, to rise up from the dirt&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer know how to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your family and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Love to your enemies&lt;br /&gt;Pray that none of them ever feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God showed me paths that would keep me from harm, gave me riches and charm&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer know how to pray&lt;br /&gt;God gave me wisdom to watch from above, to believe and to love&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer know how to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your family and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Love to your enemies&lt;br /&gt;Pray that none of them ever feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made me question God made me a liar, gave me greed and desire&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer know how to pray&lt;br /&gt;God gave me love, gave me heat in my head, gave me guilt and regret&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer know how to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks for the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks for my family and my friends&lt;br /&gt;Love to my enemies&lt;br /&gt;Pray that none of you ever feel this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-6868294692310903151?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6868294692310903151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=6868294692310903151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6868294692310903151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6868294692310903151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/dalmation-parade.html' title='Dalmation Parade'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8258973378312319404</id><published>2009-02-04T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:47:42.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Senses</title><content type='html'>Can't breathe for the dust&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to please&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the woods for the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't look away&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to say&lt;br /&gt;I stepped across the line&lt;br /&gt;I stopped praying for a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tempest in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Doth from my senses take all feeling&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind and lovers cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the will to live&lt;br /&gt;I'd got so much more to give&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to move&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much more to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think how to help&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just do it by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Can't blink, it hurts my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can't drink, it only makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tempest in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Doth from my senses take all feeling&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind and lovers cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took it in your stride&lt;br /&gt;You look like you are screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;You stamp out your feelings&lt;br /&gt;You can't come down from ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tempest in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Doth from my senses take all feeling&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind and lovers cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want simplicity&lt;br /&gt;I need a love like electricity&lt;br /&gt;I drop off the map&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep til you come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8258973378312319404?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8258973378312319404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8258973378312319404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8258973378312319404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8258973378312319404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-my-senses.html' title='From My Senses'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-6269285090820769774</id><published>2009-02-03T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:59:47.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straw Dogs</title><content type='html'>We skipped a beat&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want to be&lt;br /&gt;Holed up in a golden picture frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lover’s dream&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Locked inside our selfish pride we lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the last time&lt;br /&gt;We learned some fast rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Like when the straw dogs come&lt;br /&gt;They will bite someone&lt;br /&gt;So take flight my son&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t like this&lt;br /&gt;Open space&lt;br /&gt;Where are our rules to break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first time&lt;br /&gt;We learned a cursed rhyme&lt;br /&gt;When the straw dogs feed&lt;br /&gt;They will make you bleed&lt;br /&gt;So my son take heed&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-6269285090820769774?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6269285090820769774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=6269285090820769774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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with her face pressed to the mess&lt;br /&gt;Sill wearing make up and her dress&lt;br /&gt;Spread eagled out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;The only comfort that she's got is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Of bottles bending lights around&lt;br /&gt;Her hall of vacant thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny gets up to a world in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Declaring this the final time&lt;br /&gt;Repeating never, never again&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple thing it lends itself to sympathy&lt;br /&gt;But this is not a movie screen&lt;br /&gt;This is a project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny fall in love with anyone you see&lt;br /&gt;Joy and despair are a perfect pair&lt;br /&gt;Come on transport me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have such pretty scars&lt;br /&gt;Such pretty scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny hears the constant traffic on the road&lt;br /&gt;Feels like her head'll soon explode&lt;br /&gt;Just got to get out of here&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere to ponder her desire to survive&lt;br /&gt;And wonder what keeps her alive&lt;br /&gt;When all around is crumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny thinks if she relents&lt;br /&gt;For just a fraction of a second&lt;br /&gt;The reaction will affect everything&lt;br /&gt;And so she searches for the singular distraction&lt;br /&gt;That will conquer and will capture&lt;br /&gt;Any fleeting honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny fall in love with anyone you see&lt;br /&gt;Joy and despair are a perfect pair&lt;br /&gt;Come on transport me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have such pretty scars&lt;br /&gt;Such pretty scars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny talks and all the people sit and listen&lt;br /&gt;And they tell her that and this&lt;br /&gt;And they all know what's best for her&lt;br /&gt;She replies this is my project my horizon&lt;br /&gt;And I'll chase it til I die&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have such pretty scars&lt;br /&gt;Such pretty scars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-3784295669349313500</id><published>2008-12-08T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:17:18.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop Dead Girl</title><content type='html'>He had a drop dead girl&lt;br /&gt;And he poisoned her&lt;br /&gt;No one in the world believed her&lt;br /&gt;The symbols of all evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a face from a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And she had a grace unparalleled&lt;br /&gt;But no one in the world believed her&lt;br /&gt;So she took a spike and a needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she drove them into his spine&lt;br /&gt;He stumbled back in time&lt;br /&gt;Singing only the psychopaths aren't stupid&lt;br /&gt;Boy you've got a gift you'd better fucking use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do don't shut your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the pictures of a dead man's bride&lt;br /&gt;Of a spectre scorned when she'll realise&lt;br /&gt;And she's striking you down, down from all sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a simple man&lt;br /&gt;If he saw a spark he ran&lt;br /&gt;He'd chase after it for miles&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip and cling for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day the spark exploded&lt;br /&gt;And his self-belief eroded&lt;br /&gt;The final page in a drop dead thesis&lt;br /&gt;Told of a foolish spark lover in pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do don't shut your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the pictures of a dead man's bride&lt;br /&gt;Of a spectre scorned when she'll realise&lt;br /&gt;And she's striking you down, down from all sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is one unbalanced kid&lt;br /&gt;That boy is so damn talented&lt;br /&gt;He should be reaping offers&lt;br /&gt;But he's ripping his, ripping his, ripping his mind to shreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do don't shut your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the pictures of a dead man's bride&lt;br /&gt;Of a spectre scorned when she'll realise&lt;br /&gt;And she's striking you down, down from all sides&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3784295669349313500?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3784295669349313500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=3784295669349313500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3784295669349313500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3784295669349313500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/drop-dead-girl.html' title='Drop Dead Girl'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2836235322670304097</id><published>2008-10-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:41:21.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If...</title><content type='html'>I'm in a crumpled cardboard box somewhere&lt;br /&gt;In a bedroom in a house that barely stands&lt;br /&gt;Now the books on shelves are promises&lt;br /&gt;And the cupboards wells of hollow emptied plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't even know who's guilty, just feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;It takes so much out of you&lt;br /&gt;And even though we hoped, we tried, we're left to reside&lt;br /&gt;Oh it takes so much out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the optimistic notions that&lt;br /&gt;I could reinvent the fear, the facts, all fade&lt;br /&gt;You see I could run and run and not look back&lt;br /&gt;Or I could stay and face the tricks, the traps I laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way is no real way to escape the fight&lt;br /&gt;That just takes so much out of you&lt;br /&gt;And even when there's no commitments left to decide&lt;br /&gt;It still takes so much out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of me is stored out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Packed in boxes for another life&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which direction I&lt;br /&gt;Should be facing to recover myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even if you move away the sting will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It will take so much out of you&lt;br /&gt;And even as you smile you feel it stirring inside&lt;br /&gt;It just takes so much out of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2836235322670304097?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2836235322670304097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2836235322670304097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2836235322670304097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2836235322670304097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-if.html' title='Even If...'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4552787928533344303</id><published>2008-10-26T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:07:34.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah &amp; The Multiverse</title><content type='html'>I miss my dirty rave scene&lt;br /&gt;The shuddering highs&lt;br /&gt;Bricks fall the lights turn hazy&lt;br /&gt;And we come alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we dance around the straps on the beds&lt;br /&gt;And we dance around the polystyrene&lt;br /&gt;And we dance to magic dust on the decks&lt;br /&gt;And we dance we dance we dance to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is spinning light webs&lt;br /&gt;Loved and wide-eyed&lt;br /&gt;She feels the beats like lightning&lt;br /&gt;Strip her disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we dance down the black corridors&lt;br /&gt;And we dance with ghosts that break from our heads&lt;br /&gt;And we dance against the dark padded walls&lt;br /&gt;And we dance we dance we dance til we fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4552787928533344303?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4552787928533344303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4552787928533344303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4552787928533344303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4552787928533344303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-multiverse.html' title='Sarah &amp; The Multiverse'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2001116210831565700</id><published>2008-09-14T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:46:41.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin</title><content type='html'>Flip for me, twist for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I am not broken&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with the dissonance&lt;br /&gt;Is not a real problem&lt;br /&gt;I am a warehouse of cables&lt;br /&gt;Improperly stored&lt;br /&gt;Sipping at colourful cocktails&lt;br /&gt;And swiping at moths&lt;br /&gt;Comforted by a store-bought&lt;br /&gt;Robot with retina scans&lt;br /&gt;I am badly connected&lt;br /&gt;But I am not broken&lt;br /&gt;Drip drip drip and erode&lt;br /&gt;Flash, sparks, follow&lt;br /&gt;A hole, a door, an avenue&lt;br /&gt;Run, man, run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2001116210831565700?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2001116210831565700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2001116210831565700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2001116210831565700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2001116210831565700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/09/spin.html' title='Spin'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4626113459050230013</id><published>2008-09-07T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:25:55.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling With A Wrecking Ball</title><content type='html'>Hand prints in the dust&lt;br /&gt;Tales link back to us&lt;br /&gt;Hard truths yours to bear&lt;br /&gt;Find youth in your despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the stars align inside of her head&lt;br /&gt;All of the answers hide despite her footsteps&lt;br /&gt;All of her prophesying just lies to itself&lt;br /&gt;She's the centre of a universe built for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane stays a vapour trail&lt;br /&gt;Pinned back on the rails&lt;br /&gt;Life's scars carried around&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them lock you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrestling with a wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;I am resting on my chemicals&lt;br /&gt;I am wrestling with a wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I am getting far too cynical&lt;br /&gt;I am wrestling with a wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does the crystal say?&lt;br /&gt;Is that the only way?&lt;br /&gt;She found herself a prince&lt;br /&gt;And I've never seen her since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her one and only chance to step off the train&lt;br /&gt;This is her one and only chance to bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;This is her one and only chance to step off the train&lt;br /&gt;This is my one and only chance to bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrestling with a wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;I am wrestling with a wrecking ball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4626113459050230013?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4626113459050230013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4626113459050230013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4626113459050230013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4626113459050230013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/09/wrestling-with-wrecking-ball.html' title='Wrestling With A Wrecking Ball'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-7301462543693651451</id><published>2008-09-07T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:21:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe The Things I Said</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a better day, but there were no winners&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe the things I said&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I haven’t changed My feelings remain&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t keep my hands away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent all your money on things that take the worry&lt;br /&gt;You spent all your money on things that take the worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my new face, a hollow space, forged from the deepest fires&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe the things I said, or I could say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent all your money on things that take the worry&lt;br /&gt;You spent all your money on things that take the worry away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t make you feel like it used to but you still do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t make you feel like it used to but you still do it anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7301462543693651451?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7301462543693651451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7301462543693651451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>What did I do wrong this time?&lt;br /&gt;How can I still sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;When she is crying somewhere&lt;br /&gt;On her own, we’re on our own&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels alone sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a cave, which way is the light?&lt;br /&gt;I must behave, cuz I’ll pay for these lies&lt;br /&gt;And she is smiling to herself&lt;br /&gt;All alone, put down the phone&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to go home sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the pretty one, I’ll be your pirate&lt;br /&gt;I see the beast in you but you’re too scared to ride it&lt;br /&gt;You’re such a sweet thing, you’re sting is silent&lt;br /&gt;You bring the peace to it, I’ll bring the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the dream that you never knew you had&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the scream in the screams that drive you mad&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the pilot fish, I’ll bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;Run little pretty thing run, I will eat your simple life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the dream, I’ll be the one&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the thing that makes you go on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your strength, I’ll keep you safe&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one thing in your life that will never change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7650504191110926982?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7650504191110926982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7650504191110926982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7650504191110926982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7650504191110926982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/09/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8449196472232927581</id><published>2008-07-18T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:51:08.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songbirds Talking</title><content type='html'>It opens up words like a flood my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-coated, softly spoken in rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Time is running, always running to hide&lt;br /&gt;To lead us on a failing compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices, songbirds talking&lt;br /&gt;I make choices that change nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't see the fuss don't mean&lt;br /&gt;That it's not there and that I'm not scared of me&lt;br /&gt;Don't despair, just tread carefully&lt;br /&gt;Lose your senses, lose your mind and be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices, songbirds talking&lt;br /&gt;I make choices that change nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the moment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8449196472232927581?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8449196472232927581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8449196472232927581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8449196472232927581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8449196472232927581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/songbirds-talking.html' title='Songbirds Talking'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5907538995547650316</id><published>2008-07-17T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:19:40.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holiday On Planet A</title><content type='html'>I'm going to put the world in a box&lt;br /&gt;And dance around it&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to draw us in a bubble&lt;br /&gt;Of love and of lust&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be one together&lt;br /&gt;And as one surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate has thrown us off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;And we're together as we fall&lt;br /&gt;Together as we shatter&lt;br /&gt;The fragments are many and randomly scattered&lt;br /&gt;And I am just a monkey&lt;br /&gt;With no sense of repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a different planet&lt;br /&gt;Dazzled by a dark star&lt;br /&gt;With time and consequence in a box&lt;br /&gt;No more laws and no more models&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding from each other&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop the box from opening again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5907538995547650316?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5907538995547650316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5907538995547650316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5907538995547650316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5907538995547650316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/holiday-on-planet.html' title='A Holiday On Planet A'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-3619217502246660832</id><published>2008-07-05T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T05:02:06.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood</title><content type='html'>All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sorries&lt;/span&gt; in the world&lt;br /&gt;Won't bring back my little girl&lt;br /&gt;No tickets to the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Can undo that which has been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;And though you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood is still on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you tread around&lt;br /&gt;The blood is still on the door&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you play it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hauled a rock off you&lt;br /&gt;And I can let it drop&lt;br /&gt;And grind what is left of you&lt;br /&gt;Into dirt where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I really fell for you&lt;br /&gt;And I paid the cost&lt;br /&gt;I fought fought a war for you&lt;br /&gt;And I was the one who lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;And though you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood is still on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you tread around&lt;br /&gt;The blood is still on the door&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you play it down&lt;br /&gt;The blood is still on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you tread around&lt;br /&gt;The blood is still on the door&lt;br /&gt;Forever stained with this mess you made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3619217502246660832?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3619217502246660832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=3619217502246660832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3619217502246660832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3619217502246660832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/blood.html' title='Blood'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-7280001880237970206</id><published>2008-07-05T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:58:40.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat</title><content type='html'>Sentence me, I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll never change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Punish me until I learn&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is welling in your spines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget I forget all that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;In the heat in the heat the heat of the urge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terraform, stretch your nerves&lt;br /&gt;Slavery, hips and curves, twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Don't tamper with the machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget I forget all that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;In the heat in the heat the heat of the urge&lt;br /&gt;I forget I forget all that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;In the heat in the heat the heat of the urge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7280001880237970206?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7280001880237970206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7280001880237970206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7280001880237970206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7280001880237970206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/heat.html' title='The Heat'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5163933379422366802</id><published>2008-07-05T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:56:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This City</title><content type='html'>Despite all the charity this is a desolate place&lt;br /&gt;Where dust and ash seep from the taps&lt;br /&gt;And it mourns for its sense of self&lt;br /&gt;And its sense in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suburb fell victim to a chemical spillage&lt;br /&gt;Now it just murmurs from amongst its own rubble&lt;br /&gt;Its poisoned bubble, just poised to give up the struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this city is a light, a beacon&lt;br /&gt;This city is alive and beating&lt;br /&gt;All the scattered, smiling breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; this city is alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the villages her stone walls are worn away&lt;br /&gt;By acid rain, piece by piece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; ground down&lt;br /&gt;And trampled back into life's cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town was kicked and beaten&lt;br /&gt;This town was bruised and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;This town was a shadow, a shadow of Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her stumble&lt;br /&gt;Watch her turn&lt;br /&gt;Watch her blurry-eyed attempts to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this city is a light, a beacon&lt;br /&gt;This city is alive and beating&lt;br /&gt;All the scattered, smiling breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; this city is alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5163933379422366802?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5163933379422366802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5163933379422366802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5163933379422366802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5163933379422366802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-city.html' title='This City'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2146316947576310350</id><published>2008-03-25T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:40:50.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagued By Conscience</title><content type='html'>There was a wooden figurine in a grainy picture&lt;br /&gt;A plasma flicker on a mountainside&lt;br /&gt;And on a different cliff there were men with telescopes&lt;br /&gt;They saw thae flicker but they couldn't hear the cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With electric vines we pierce our veins&lt;br /&gt;Shut our eyes and feel the chemical flow&lt;br /&gt;Let our urges build and burst into flames&lt;br /&gt;And torch this palace, scar our faces, break our bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wooden figurine has seen all that has happened&lt;br /&gt;But like a prisoner it is sealed and taped&lt;br /&gt;And like a gunshot it is drowned out by the euphoria&lt;br /&gt;Of being plugged into space, into painful escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are predators out on the mountainside&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop poisoning myself&lt;br /&gt;Scavengers snapping out of a blood-thirst frenzy&lt;br /&gt;And the consequence of submission in the absence of help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know when to stop&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to stop&lt;br /&gt;Hyde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2146316947576310350?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2146316947576310350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2146316947576310350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2146316947576310350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2146316947576310350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/03/plagued-by-conscience.html' title='Plagued By Conscience'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-115375631249992539</id><published>2008-02-28T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:23:54.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hot Wires</title><content type='html'>We are the cracks in the hull&lt;br /&gt;We are the powder in the bones&lt;br /&gt;We are the creaking in your skull&lt;br /&gt;We are the static on the phone&lt;br /&gt;We are the creep behind the door&lt;br /&gt;We are the moaning in the pipes&lt;br /&gt;We are the squeak beneath the floor&lt;br /&gt;We are the flicker in the lights&lt;br /&gt;We are the screach from next door&lt;br /&gt;We are the ghost in your bed&lt;br /&gt;We are the breach in the wall&lt;br /&gt;We are the demon in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took our grid of red hot wires&lt;br /&gt;We took it and pressed it against your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Singing this is what you, this is what you, what you'll get&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-115375631249992539?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115375631249992539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=115375631249992539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/115375631249992539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/115375631249992539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/red-hot-wires.html' title='Red Hot Wires'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2453653744662689210</id><published>2008-02-19T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T01:59:50.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped Messenger</title><content type='html'>Somebody tell me what to say&lt;br /&gt;My trapped messenger&lt;br /&gt;You hear it huff, don't let it in&lt;br /&gt;My trapped messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got a clue what's happening&lt;br /&gt;All dark tunneling&lt;br /&gt;And at the twist you crumble in&lt;br /&gt;Water funneling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my implant, bulletproof glass to keep my mindstate here in this factory&lt;br /&gt;I got my colourful magazines&lt;br /&gt;Give me fast relief, give me prozac please, give me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for answering&lt;br /&gt;You're not listening&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got time for pondering&lt;br /&gt;You're not listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my implant, bulletproof glass to keep my mind asleep in this factory&lt;br /&gt;I got my colourful magazines&lt;br /&gt;Give me fast relief, give me prozac please, give me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my dumbstruck legacy&lt;br /&gt;My trapped messenger&lt;br /&gt;A victim of society&lt;br /&gt;My trapped messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my implant&lt;br /&gt;I got my bulletproof glass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2453653744662689210?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2453653744662689210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2453653744662689210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2453653744662689210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2453653744662689210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/trapped-messenger.html' title='Trapped Messenger'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-7772613506583270380</id><published>2008-02-19T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:27:33.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treetops</title><content type='html'>We all want understanding&lt;br /&gt;To break the rocks&lt;br /&gt;Not all our vision&lt;br /&gt;Centred outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mistake our riches&lt;br /&gt;Among the tops of trees&lt;br /&gt;We come down intending&lt;br /&gt;To conquer the seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want understanding&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest curse&lt;br /&gt;A thought to accompany&lt;br /&gt;The rip, the crack, the stab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your comfort?&lt;br /&gt;Where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovator he is basking in the thick glow of the risen fog, and as it covers up&lt;br /&gt;Hidden data and the tracks in dirt, the eyes in the walls and the ears in the doors&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna getcha&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna getcha&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna getcha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7772613506583270380?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7772613506583270380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7772613506583270380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7772613506583270380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7772613506583270380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/treetops.html' title='Treetops'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5939374500627335374</id><published>2008-02-02T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:44:35.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Girlwonder / Are You Cold?</title><content type='html'>Good morning girlwonder&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me?&lt;br /&gt;There is a sapphire shine&lt;br /&gt;On my mind in view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come into the light&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want me to stand?&lt;br /&gt;I am dirt in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling clean are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she'd fold for anybody's sake&lt;br /&gt;Things fortold were never worth their weight/wait&lt;br /&gt;One line jokes tell me how you've been&lt;br /&gt;Are you cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good god girlwonder&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me?&lt;br /&gt;Still around&lt;br /&gt;Calming down the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she'd fold for anybody's sake&lt;br /&gt;Things fortold were never worth their weight/wait&lt;br /&gt;One line jokes tell me how you've been&lt;br /&gt;Are you cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she'd fold for anybody's sake&lt;br /&gt;Things fortold were never worth their weight/wait&lt;br /&gt;Are you cold?  Do you ever lose control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not like anybody&lt;br /&gt;She's not like anybody else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5939374500627335374?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5939374500627335374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5939374500627335374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5939374500627335374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5939374500627335374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-morning-girlwonder-are-you-cold.html' title='Good Morning Girlwonder / Are You Cold?'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-3228004659280919258</id><published>2007-12-14T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T04:50:14.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The System</title><content type='html'>He's so naive that she don't want to leave him now&lt;br /&gt;Cuts round his eyes from the biggest surprise allowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says boy look what you've done to that girl&lt;br /&gt;He says son look what you've changed her into&lt;br /&gt;He says what contribution have you made to the world?&lt;br /&gt;Look what you've changed into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures come back from a reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;Of a palace tragedy, he's so sad but he's&lt;br /&gt;Got a strategy, a lost identity&lt;br /&gt;He's not giving up on the illusion yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the system fails everyone's gonna say&lt;br /&gt;I saw the signs but no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening, nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;So you swing and miss, delete all the memories&lt;br /&gt;Powdered bliss, and poisonous remedies&lt;br /&gt;Only this between me and the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the service fails you'll all still be upstairs&lt;br /&gt;Racking your brains, hands through your hair&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening, nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's answering me&lt;br /&gt;So you swing and miss, delete all the memories&lt;br /&gt;Powdered bliss, and poisonous remedies&lt;br /&gt;Only this between me and the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, a change from the negative&lt;br /&gt;Take the pain, but pain's always relative&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same as I did in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the signs but I read the lines and left&lt;br /&gt;The bits between I didn't want to believe them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3228004659280919258?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3228004659280919258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=3228004659280919258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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again&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself go to another life&lt;br /&gt;I never saw you let your guard down&lt;br /&gt;Even so I know that you still tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably hates me now&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside her&lt;br /&gt;She probably hates me now&lt;br /&gt;It tells her to hide, it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will pay for letting your guard down!&lt;br /&gt;And you will pay for letting yourself feel loved!&lt;br /&gt;And you will be pay for being a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;And thinking this is really going somewhere good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry that you'll never trust again&lt;br /&gt;Let a stranger come inside your mind&lt;br /&gt;Alice has got a real poet's streak&lt;br /&gt;I bet she feels like tearing the paper off the walls sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably hates me now&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside her&lt;br /&gt;She probably hates me now&lt;br /&gt;It tells her she deserves it, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will pay for letting your guard down!&lt;br /&gt;And you will pay for letting yourself feel loved!&lt;br /&gt;And you will be pay for being a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;And thinking this is really going somewhere good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice I hate you, Alice I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Alice I hate you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Alice I hate you, Alice I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Alice I hate you, Alice I hate you&lt;br /&gt;You make me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2369309977398112278?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2369309977398112278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2369309977398112278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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isolated lately&lt;br /&gt;Life gets more complicated daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re unsure&lt;br /&gt;Kids if you want to find out more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher talk&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher sing&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher’s thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher tell you what to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s been thinking she’s missing out on life’s fun&lt;br /&gt;And everything just looks different now the light’s on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re unsure&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what’s the point of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher talk&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher sing&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher’s thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher tell you what to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re unsure&lt;br /&gt;Kids if you want to find out more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher talk&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher sing&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the preacher’s thoughtsListen to the preacher tell you what to think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-592246896249873898?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/592246896249873898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=592246896249873898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/592246896249873898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/592246896249873898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/preacher.html' title='The Preacher'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-3146271809651448661</id><published>2007-11-23T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:58:54.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Believe It</title><content type='html'>All the cities will combine&lt;br /&gt;All the buildings will tower&lt;br /&gt;All the egos will collide&lt;br /&gt;All will run on sunlight power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all die of disease&lt;br /&gt;We will all kill each other and our lovers&lt;br /&gt;There will be no end to the suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives will be organised&lt;br /&gt;On single computer chips&lt;br /&gt;And they will give us digital minds&lt;br /&gt;All the world will be a grid-locked consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all die of disease&lt;br /&gt;We will all kill each other and our lovers&lt;br /&gt;There will be no end to the misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t buy the pessimistic stories&lt;br /&gt;Don’t buy the sensational warnings&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lose hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3146271809651448661?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3146271809651448661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=3146271809651448661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3146271809651448661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/3146271809651448661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-believe-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Believe It'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-502021801104526715</id><published>2007-11-23T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:57:43.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Star</title><content type='html'>Chasing the beautiful unknown&lt;br /&gt;In a Cave&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t push your luck&lt;br /&gt;I am a fortunate one and I take it for granted&lt;br /&gt;Telling the moment’s come and it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone astray&lt;br /&gt;Last time I saw you was through a telescope lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure, the pain&lt;br /&gt;The loss, the gain&lt;br /&gt;The guilt, the pride&lt;br /&gt;The thrill, the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out at sea, a flame burning&lt;br /&gt;Bettering, bettering me&lt;br /&gt;Always knew how to get to me&lt;br /&gt;Always knew how to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Out of air, you can’t get no&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen out there&lt;br /&gt;Always knew how to get to me&lt;br /&gt;Always knew how to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight months on and it’s at the forefront&lt;br /&gt;Dark matter&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me one way then the other&lt;br /&gt;She takes a torch to my weakness&lt;br /&gt;Energises, rectifies it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure, the pain&lt;br /&gt;The loss, the gain&lt;br /&gt;The head, the heart&lt;br /&gt;The dark star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out at sea, a flame burning&lt;br /&gt;Bettering, bettering me&lt;br /&gt;Always knew how to get to me&lt;br /&gt;Always knew how to get me&lt;br /&gt;Out of here, and to a dark star&lt;br /&gt;Where the weaknesses disappear&lt;br /&gt;Always knew what to say to me&lt;br /&gt;Always knew how to rescue me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-502021801104526715?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/502021801104526715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=502021801104526715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Tired final words that don’t make a dent&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your victory, your big surprise&lt;br /&gt;Your crushed and humiliated eyes&lt;br /&gt;That can’t quite find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Everything that’s happened in these last few days&lt;br /&gt;It’s just too much to communicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts at best so badly expressed&lt;br /&gt;And all the confusion leads to wrong conclusions&lt;br /&gt;The broken communication and complications&lt;br /&gt;By the final stages nobody has a clue&lt;br /&gt;Why anyone chose to do anything&lt;br /&gt;So choose your sides, no surprises&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes to the side they’re close to&lt;br /&gt;The side they’re supposed to, it’s an unwritten rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel the same but you can hate me&lt;br /&gt;If you think it’ll help you, just think of yourself now&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the moments I robbed you of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am&lt;br /&gt;This is confrontation&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-933448445193686471?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/933448445193686471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=933448445193686471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/933448445193686471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/933448445193686471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/confrontation.html' title='Confrontation'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5385231497201093370</id><published>2007-11-23T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:56:24.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gallery</title><content type='html'>I've been to the gallery but not told anyone&lt;br /&gt;You'll never hear the truth from my lips but I'll sing you a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're always looking over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And you can't stop the motion it's been rolling far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things turned out right for you&lt;br /&gt;I guess things worked out fine for you&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that you'd done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drift a life of paranoia on the bank of the River Styx&lt;br /&gt;And I push away my only chance and stare deep into the abyss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5385231497201093370?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5385231497201093370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4835094449276871651</id><published>2007-11-23T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:55:43.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliot's Song</title><content type='html'>This is the ending that stops the kids crying&lt;br /&gt;This is us clinging onto our ties&lt;br /&gt;This is us forcing a moral to the story&lt;br /&gt;This is the perfect time to theorise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away on an island&lt;br /&gt;Singing Elliot’s song by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question I could not answer&lt;br /&gt;This is us wondering what could have been&lt;br /&gt;This is an era of endings getting nearer&lt;br /&gt;This is a series I’m narrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away on an island&lt;br /&gt;Singing Elliot’s song by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go to waste&lt;br /&gt;A thousand nights and days in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Trying to synchronise two movie screens&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go, please let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me watching Elliot on the TV&lt;br /&gt;And this is me starting to realise&lt;br /&gt;This is me losing my place in reality&lt;br /&gt;This is me desperate to apologise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away on an island&lt;br /&gt;Singing Elliot’s song by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go to waste&lt;br /&gt;A thousand nights and days in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Trying to synchronise two movie screens&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go, please let me sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the gesture I couldn’t think of&lt;br /&gt;This was my island and she was the sea&lt;br /&gt;This was me waiting for Elliot to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Because this is not how Elliot’s song should be&lt;div 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Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-7626031248716936656</id><published>2007-09-23T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:25:27.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repaired</title><content type='html'>It was just as I thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;Pinned pictures against the wall&lt;br /&gt;A vapour trail haunts the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception was in between&lt;br /&gt;My creation - a severed dream&lt;br /&gt;And a love of life - something inspiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see her in the car&lt;br /&gt;Instead of screaming out the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Taking flame to the picture board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks the scenes I'd hoped for&lt;br /&gt;As I try to stop myself assuming&lt;br /&gt;Things I try to stop the self-consuming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much dust has settled&lt;br /&gt;But the cracks are not repaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spotlight chases&lt;br /&gt;And it finds me unprepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartbeat races&lt;br /&gt;While I act like I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is said, nothing is repaired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7626031248716936656?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7626031248716936656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7626031248716936656' title='0 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Silence</title><content type='html'>She's got a history&lt;br /&gt;She's an apparition&lt;br /&gt;(You rarely see the darkness)&lt;br /&gt;She's a resolution&lt;br /&gt;She's the one, left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every bed I wake with her&lt;br /&gt;A sentiment I can't desert&lt;br /&gt;Fill the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am unsuspecting&lt;br /&gt;Living a parallel life&lt;br /&gt;With you my apparition&lt;br /&gt;My resolution to the way&lt;br /&gt;I left it behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every bed I wake with her&lt;br /&gt;A sentiment I can't desert&lt;br /&gt;Fill the silence&lt;br /&gt;And every day I pray for her&lt;br /&gt;But I can't say, can't say a word&lt;br /&gt;Fill the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the scene sets&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but focus on the regrets&lt;br /&gt;A recurring dream&lt;br /&gt;That never forgets&lt;br /&gt;The piercing words that left us behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every bed I wake with her&lt;br /&gt;A sentiment I can't desert&lt;br /&gt;Fill the silence&lt;br /&gt;And every day I pray for her&lt;br /&gt;But I can't say, can't say a word&lt;br /&gt;Fill the silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8534296610135233529?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8534296610135233529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8534296610135233529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8534296610135233529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8534296610135233529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/06/fill-silence.html' title='Fill The Silence'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-817182623540693272</id><published>2007-05-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T07:16:09.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Has Gone Completely Wrong</title><content type='html'>Now she won't say a word&lt;br /&gt;Not that she ever said much&lt;br /&gt;Now she just looks at me&lt;br /&gt;Now she just stares blankly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my one song for us&lt;br /&gt;Everything has gone wrong for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I cut the cord&lt;br /&gt;Now I reap the reward&lt;br /&gt;Now I twist the knife&lt;br /&gt;Now I crush her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my one song for us&lt;br /&gt;Everything has gone wrong for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the best way out of this?&lt;br /&gt;How do I fight my way out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mess I have made - Only forgiveness will save you&lt;br /&gt;This mess I have made - Only forgiveness will save you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything&lt;br /&gt;Now everything has gone wrong for us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-817182623540693272?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/817182623540693272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=817182623540693272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/817182623540693272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/817182623540693272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/05/everything-has-gone-completely-wrong.html' title='Everything Has Gone Completely Wrong'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-2733368456052271426</id><published>2007-04-11T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:01:53.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You To Read</title><content type='html'>I never had time for the sad songs&lt;br /&gt;About loved ones who were loved once&lt;br /&gt;I never had time for the love songs&lt;br /&gt;The dream girls who deceive us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the only way I can say this&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only escape&lt;br /&gt;This my lonely escape&lt;br /&gt;This is my only escape&lt;br /&gt;This my loneliest day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like a poet&lt;br /&gt;Don't take me too seriously&lt;br /&gt;I only use these metaphors to keep you&lt;br /&gt;From hearing my true feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the only way I can say this&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only escape&lt;br /&gt;This my lonely escape&lt;br /&gt;This is my only escape&lt;br /&gt;This my loneliest day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote the words I couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;When I'm frustrated, full of self-hatred&lt;br /&gt;I can't live up to my own standards&lt;br /&gt;I set myself, I upset myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So carry on, struggle through, they don't know what you're going through, carry on like it's nothing new, you don't know how I miss you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-2733368456052271426?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2733368456052271426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=2733368456052271426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2733368456052271426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/2733368456052271426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-you-to-read.html' title='For You To Read'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-7104159643957928938</id><published>2007-04-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:57:53.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SeeThrough</title><content type='html'>Forgive me all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Forget the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;Grant me this new start&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unslapable&lt;/span&gt; face&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unphasable&lt;/span&gt; patience&lt;br /&gt;An unbreakable heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm yours forever more&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm see-through&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I don't break down anymore - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;Where is my dignity?&lt;br /&gt;Worries my stupid dream&lt;br /&gt;What if it's meant to be? now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm yours forever more&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm see-through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I don't break down anymore - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm yours forever more&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm see-through&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm yours forever now&lt;br /&gt;And I know your secrets&lt;br /&gt;I know your innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;You know you are see-through&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I don't break down anymore - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7104159643957928938?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7104159643957928938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7104159643957928938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7104159643957928938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7104159643957928938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/04/seethrough.html' title='SeeThrough'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-6493583776000412053</id><published>2007-03-19T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:30:37.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>I am the doubt in the trust&lt;br /&gt;I am the might in the must&lt;br /&gt;I am the lie in the truth&lt;br /&gt;I am the shadow in the proof&lt;br /&gt;I am the lock in the door&lt;br /&gt;I am the punishment in the law&lt;br /&gt;I am the loss in the gain&lt;br /&gt;I am the pleasure in the pain&lt;br /&gt;I am the chains in the mind&lt;br /&gt;I am the flaw in the design&lt;br /&gt;I am the dirt in the pure&lt;br /&gt;I am the fear in the secure&lt;br /&gt;I am the grudge in the pardon&lt;br /&gt;I am the serpent in the garden&lt;br /&gt;I am the panic in the plan&lt;br /&gt;I am the suffering of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the diamond in the dust&lt;br /&gt;You are the love in the lust&lt;br /&gt;You are the grace in the hate&lt;br /&gt;You are the choice in the fate&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope in the mess&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength in the stress&lt;br /&gt;You are the freedom in the restriction&lt;br /&gt;You are the release from the addiction&lt;br /&gt;You are the thought in the self&lt;br /&gt;You are the worth in the wealth&lt;br /&gt;You are the fight in the fear&lt;br /&gt;You are the laughter in the tears&lt;br /&gt;You are the clear in the far&lt;br /&gt;You are the science in the stars&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in the soul&lt;br /&gt;You are the fire in the cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-6493583776000412053?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6493583776000412053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=6493583776000412053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6493583776000412053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6493583776000412053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-645973698793249599</id><published>2007-03-19T07:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:29:12.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>This one goes out to the universe&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to the few of us&lt;br /&gt;Who have learned to stop running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room was warm, the door was shut&lt;br /&gt;Inside the storms the cords were cut&lt;br /&gt;And we set sail across the sea&lt;br /&gt;For lands unveiled, unknown to me&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs the party, the festive lights&lt;br /&gt;The church bells started to ring at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of faith departed, faith still pending&lt;br /&gt;Faith in heart and faith in spending&lt;br /&gt;Faith in body, faith on hold&lt;br /&gt;Faith in God and faith in gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my twisted mind&lt;br /&gt;they all just laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I was a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;You rescued me&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to the timeless&lt;br /&gt;Love we all have for our brothers&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to the scientist&lt;br /&gt;And what he wants us to discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my cell the strip lights shone&lt;br /&gt;And in my hell they list my faults&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I’m not fit for my life&lt;br /&gt;They stab and try to twist the knife&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs the party of pretence&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting hard to get a sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of faith in science, faith in soul&lt;br /&gt;Faith in liars and faith untold&lt;br /&gt;Faith in health faith in the above&lt;br /&gt;Faith in wealth and faith in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my twisted mind&lt;br /&gt;they all just laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I was a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;You rescued me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor says I need to rest&lt;br /&gt;To take my gaze out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;Mother says I need a holiday&lt;br /&gt;To leave my troubles far away&lt;br /&gt;The vicar tells me I need Christ&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s got their own advice&lt;br /&gt;And everyone makes their little speeches&lt;br /&gt;Everyone testifies, everyone preaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of faith in computers and faith in machines&lt;br /&gt;Faith in consumerism, faith in our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Faith in the cynical, faith in the mind&lt;br /&gt;Faith in the miracles, faith in the signs&lt;br /&gt;Faith in psychology, faith in behaviour&lt;br /&gt;Faith in biology, faith in a saviour&lt;br /&gt;Faith in science, faith in the above&lt;br /&gt;Faith in liars and faith in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs the party, precious words&lt;br /&gt;Of faith imparted to the world&lt;br /&gt;And I fell on my last resource&lt;br /&gt;A faith in an eternal source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my twisted mind it just laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas it rescued me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-645973698793249599?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/645973698793249599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=645973698793249599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/645973698793249599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/645973698793249599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-christmas.html' title='Last Christmas'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-769224969089930009</id><published>2007-03-19T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:28:22.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Isn't Good Enough</title><content type='html'>Thinking of a river on a photograph&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I’ll never go again&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of spending time away from you&lt;br /&gt;Things were going too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s always something wrong&lt;br /&gt;There’s always someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of life in a different city&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere with no history&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of life in someone else’s head&lt;br /&gt;This one don’t feel right to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s always something wrong&lt;br /&gt;There’s always someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I should go&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows me&lt;br /&gt;Just throw myself in&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should get&lt;br /&gt;Away from this place&lt;br /&gt;Just change back my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there’s always something wrong&lt;br /&gt;There’s always someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I’ll never go again&lt;br /&gt;And if I can’t change the past I’ll erase as much as I can&lt;br /&gt;Because good isn’t good enough now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s always something wrong&lt;br /&gt;There’s always someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I should go&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows me&lt;br /&gt;Just throw myself in&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should get&lt;br /&gt;Away from this place&lt;br /&gt;Just change back my name&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should go&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows me&lt;br /&gt;Just throw myself in&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should get&lt;br /&gt;Away from this place&lt;br /&gt;Just change back my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there’s always something wrong&lt;br /&gt;There’s always someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-769224969089930009?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/769224969089930009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=769224969089930009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thrill&lt;br /&gt;Soak up the gain&lt;br /&gt;Take the pill&lt;br /&gt;Pills to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;They make you ill&lt;br /&gt;They drive you insane&lt;br /&gt;They break your will&lt;br /&gt;They grant you the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for so long, I've forgotten what you looked like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the thrill&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the gun crime&lt;br /&gt;Shoot to kill&lt;br /&gt;And fire at the first sign&lt;br /&gt;Scale the hill&lt;br /&gt;Walk while they climb&lt;br /&gt;And keeping still&lt;br /&gt;Find a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for so long, I've forgotten what you looked like&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for so long, I've forgotten what you feel like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5839854038418743768?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5797717883322713373</id><published>2007-03-19T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:27:43.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have</title><content type='html'>Wrap me up in a safety net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't have the words to say&lt;br /&gt;You are all I have&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A highway ends at a cliff edge&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way out of the city&lt;br /&gt;So we'll stay in the slow lane&lt;br /&gt;We're not after your pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't have the words to say&lt;br /&gt;You are all I have&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous in front of the cameras&lt;br /&gt;Becoming one of her bracelets&lt;br /&gt;To remind her of precious moments&lt;br /&gt;Where your eyes meet, your pulse starts racing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't have the words to say&lt;br /&gt;You are all I have&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you could be a sniper on a rooftop&lt;br /&gt;Tranquilising my enemies&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do for me&lt;br /&gt;All the times you are there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't have the words to say&lt;br /&gt;You are all I have&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5797717883322713373?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5797717883322713373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5797717883322713373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5797717883322713373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5797717883322713373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-i-have.html' title='All I Have'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-1235411553764738453</id><published>2007-03-19T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:27:21.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is Mine</title><content type='html'>I wish I knew what you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what you'd say&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how I could change this&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 am, I'm almost home&lt;br /&gt;Rain is coming down in sheets&lt;br /&gt;And I'm freezing cold&lt;br /&gt;And probably the last thing on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will turn around, I will come back and find you&lt;br /&gt;I will stay around as long as I have to&lt;br /&gt;And if you're feeling down I won't leave your side&lt;br /&gt;Because your happiness is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to break out&lt;br /&gt;Of this stupid fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what I should say to you&lt;br /&gt;To make you fall in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend I haven't seen you in years&lt;br /&gt;You're overshadowed by these dangerous tears&lt;br /&gt;Though they're not for me, nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will turn around, I will come back and find you&lt;br /&gt;I will stay around as long as I have to&lt;br /&gt;And if you're feeling down I won't leave your side&lt;br /&gt;Because your happiness is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out every night&lt;br /&gt;And only thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will turn around, I will come back and find you&lt;br /&gt;I will stay around as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;I will calm you down when you feel like you can't cope with it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd hit the ground without a second thought to break your fall&lt;br /&gt;And if you're feeling down I won't leave your side&lt;br /&gt;Because your happiness is mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-1235411553764738453?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1235411553764738453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=1235411553764738453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1235411553764738453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1235411553764738453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/happiness-is-mine.html' title='Happiness Is Mine'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-7358458375920336195</id><published>2007-03-19T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:22:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Few Hours</title><content type='html'>Take your fire for yourselves&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want to be warm&lt;br /&gt;Keep your shelter for yourselves&lt;br /&gt;We’re quite happy in the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare take this moment away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these are our last few hours&lt;br /&gt;That we have together&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t want anyone else in our way&lt;br /&gt;These are our last few seconds&lt;br /&gt;That we have together&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t have anything else left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t speak, just fall asleep with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm glow hiding under the rain&lt;br /&gt;Lose my senses to the dark&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if this will happen again&lt;br /&gt;Soft beats of a lullaby heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t you dare take this moment away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these are our last few hours&lt;br /&gt;That we have together&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t want anyone else in our way&lt;br /&gt;These are our last few seconds&lt;br /&gt;That we have together&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t have anything else left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t speak, just fall asleep with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7358458375920336195?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-6925522035918192228</id><published>2007-03-19T07:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:22:02.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>In my lonely escape room&lt;br /&gt;I’m mixing drinks with words&lt;br /&gt;Holed up under a full moon&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget the world&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love and I tried to&lt;br /&gt;Fight the feeling away&lt;br /&gt;Told myself I don’t need you&lt;br /&gt;And promised never to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to be with&lt;br /&gt;All I want to see is&lt;br /&gt;All I want to be with&lt;br /&gt;All I want to see is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second since I left&lt;br /&gt;In every second of calm&lt;br /&gt;Every second in silence&lt;br /&gt;My head is still in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I’m thinking of is&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is&lt;br /&gt;All I’m thinking of is&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to be with&lt;br /&gt;All I want to see is&lt;br /&gt;All I think I need is&lt;br /&gt;All I want to feel is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-6925522035918192228?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6925522035918192228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=6925522035918192228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6925522035918192228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6925522035918192228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5593556407734196932</id><published>2007-03-19T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:21:31.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Fight The Tide</title><content type='html'>Creeping up on you like nightfall&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out&lt;br /&gt;How long until you click your fingers&lt;br /&gt;And bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk yourself into staying a little longer&lt;br /&gt;Show your mind a magic trick&lt;br /&gt;The world you inhabit six months ago&lt;br /&gt;You could barely imagine it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth blowing your mind&lt;br /&gt;For one last second of euphoria?&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve heard a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve had a thousand one last times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet you don’t remember be&lt;br /&gt;Rereading every single word you wrote&lt;br /&gt;Juliet you never noticed me&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to the trellis as you shut the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s surrounding you like water&lt;br /&gt;And you find you don’t wanna swim&lt;br /&gt;Because though you drown you’ve everything you wanted&lt;br /&gt;To spend your last seconds with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you any excuse to hold her&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a glance&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need no drugs to fly&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need no music too dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it worth blowing your mind&lt;br /&gt;For one last second of euphoria?&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve heard a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve had a thousand one last times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet you don’t remember be&lt;br /&gt;Rereading every single word you wrote&lt;br /&gt;Juliet you never noticed me&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to the trellis as you shut the window&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5593556407734196932?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5593556407734196932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5593556407734196932' title='0 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Me!</title><content type='html'>Between the cars, behind the bars,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stars, inside your arms,&lt;br /&gt;These days I’m losing track of what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your moving hands, your far-fetched plans,&lt;br /&gt;Your childish dance, your careless stance,&lt;br /&gt;These days I’m losing track of what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I learned I was always telling you lies&lt;br /&gt;And in return you always knew just how to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pushing you as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;So I can see what you’ve got in defence&lt;br /&gt;I am pushing you til you’ve got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I’m pushing you til you can’t help yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one I’d rather be beside&lt;br /&gt;But it don’t feel right I think I’m frightened that&lt;br /&gt;I’m losing the thing I really want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I’ll burn because I can’t keep waltzing through life&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll learn that you always knew just how to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pushing you as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;So I can see what you’ve got in defence&lt;br /&gt;I am pushing you til you’ve got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I’m pushing you til you can’t help yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said ooh ooh ooh someone stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re still my problem that I try to hide from&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t decide on who I take the side of&lt;br /&gt;These days I can’t ever decide on who I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said ooh ooh ooh someone stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-3131212524529168176?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3131212524529168176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4814543491016558172</id><published>2007-03-19T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:20:44.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me</title><content type='html'>We walk until we are soaking&lt;br /&gt;She talks and everything’s ok&lt;br /&gt;They stop the river flowing&lt;br /&gt;They start the moonshine glowing&lt;br /&gt;They hate the way you dress up&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you mess up&lt;br /&gt;They drink until they are stupid&lt;br /&gt;You know that we can’t refuse it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one you check your emails for&lt;br /&gt;You listen at the door&lt;br /&gt;You delve a little deeper each time&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one you feel yourself falling for&lt;br /&gt;You delve a little deeper each time&lt;br /&gt;You find yourselves together on the floor, on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit beside a lightbulb&lt;br /&gt;We reignite the cycle&lt;br /&gt;Compliments like rainfall&lt;br /&gt;Absence is so painful&lt;br /&gt;Morning grass is glistening&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody’s listening&lt;br /&gt;He finds it hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;And she don’t really wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one you check your emails for&lt;br /&gt;You listen at the door&lt;br /&gt;You delve a little deeper each time&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one you feel yourself falling for&lt;br /&gt;You delve a little deeper each time&lt;br /&gt;You find yourselves together on the floor, on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a fantasy cave and I don’t want to come inside&lt;br /&gt;We’re in the most beautiful rain and we don’t want to come inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one you check your emails for&lt;br /&gt;You listen at the door&lt;br /&gt;You delve a little deeper each time&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one you feel yourself falling for&lt;br /&gt;You delve a little deeper each time&lt;br /&gt;You find yourselves together on the floor, on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one, you feel it in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh uh oh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one, you feel it in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh uh oh uh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4814543491016558172?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4814543491016558172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4814543491016558172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4814543491016558172'/><link rel='self' 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in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You can't fall in love with it&lt;br /&gt;You can't get enough of it, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing will take you to Mars and back every 25 seconds&lt;br /&gt;It don't need no fuel or batteries it runs on personal obsessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me down! - Calm me down! - Before I go too far!&lt;br /&gt;Call me down! - Calm me down! - Pull me out of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way by torchlightAnd then I'm coming for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That building was empty when I was last there&lt;br /&gt;Now there's starlight walls and asteroids on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;It's like a bed-time fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;It's just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;In a different universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sugar cubes will take your head and leave it out in orbit&lt;br /&gt;Take me to your planet will you take me without warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me down! - Calm me down! - Before I go too far!&lt;br /&gt;Call me down! - Calm me down! - Pull me out of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way by torchlight&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm coming for youI'm coming for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-7695752966037224946?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7695752966037224946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=7695752966037224946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7695752966037224946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/7695752966037224946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/mars-and-back_19.html' title='Mars And Back'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-184576785177180948</id><published>2007-03-19T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:18:50.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Subway Incident</title><content type='html'>Brainwashed trees seeming at ease and at home&lt;br /&gt;Breathless grass bruised and braced for the drone&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant lights with their communist eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bristling toxins befriending the skies&lt;br /&gt;Genuine smiles flickering into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Joyless angels standing guard at the park&lt;br /&gt;Jaded eyesight mistaken for art&lt;br /&gt;Jittery twisted up thoughts pulled apart&lt;br /&gt;Infamous scrawlings by insensitive minds&lt;br /&gt;Inferior boredom intimidating the blind&lt;br /&gt;Innocence humiliated and immobilised&lt;br /&gt;Imprisoned the superior love jeopardised&lt;br /&gt;Pacified panthers asleep on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;Paralysed monsters slain by the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin answers were shifted and torn&lt;br /&gt;Supplement solutions washed up on the shore&lt;br /&gt;The daughters of summer stood up hypnotised&lt;br /&gt;Mechanical beasts still anaesthetised&lt;br /&gt;Strapped in their beds they were mesmerised&lt;br /&gt;Their freedom retracted and monopolised&lt;br /&gt;It was a cloudless scene but the skies didn’t care&lt;br /&gt;Where prosperous poisons polluted the air&lt;br /&gt;And a million opinions would tussle and tear&lt;br /&gt;While the sacred observers slept unaware&lt;br /&gt;Startled and stirring pretending to see&lt;br /&gt;Dispensing their superficial sympathy&lt;br /&gt;The late night girls stood seductively&lt;br /&gt;Luring the businessmen clutching their keys&lt;br /&gt;Exhilarated youths staggered out on to the streets&lt;br /&gt;Exiled minds with no face and no feet&lt;br /&gt;Exploitative criminals lurked observing the herd&lt;br /&gt;Exposing the weak and suppressing the word&lt;br /&gt;Devoted extremists were haunting their homes&lt;br /&gt;Infiltrating the pipes, the wires and the bones&lt;br /&gt;Cultivating hate from concrete seeds&lt;br /&gt;Scrambling over spikes while their spirits bleed&lt;br /&gt;Calling down clouds of chaos to earth&lt;br /&gt;Summoning storms of corruption to birth&lt;br /&gt;Towering gargoyles loomed threateningly&lt;br /&gt;Striking their silhouettes indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden the children had been misled&lt;br /&gt;Found they’d been mistreated, mistrusted, mistaken for dead&lt;br /&gt;And they spotted Charlotte stumbling alone&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and dilated making her way back home&lt;br /&gt;And one of them starts to shout down the mile&lt;br /&gt;Baring his teeth with a venomous smile&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte focuses ahead and quickens her pace&lt;br /&gt;Calculating the distance back to her place&lt;br /&gt;A gang of lost souls feeding on taunting the weak&lt;br /&gt;A pack of hyenas haunting the streets&lt;br /&gt;And they chase after Charlotte and they laugh at her cries&lt;br /&gt;As Charlotte flees on with tears in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Breaking through pain barriers, her heartbeat thumping&lt;br /&gt;Praying to no one, adrenaline pumping&lt;br /&gt;But run as she does the shouts get clearer&lt;br /&gt;And she can hear their footsteps getting nearer and nearer&lt;br /&gt;And the predators sense blood, spurred on by her fear&lt;br /&gt;She screams but there’s no one around her to hear&lt;br /&gt;Tearing down streets, panicked and scared&lt;br /&gt;She comes to a subway and scrambles down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;They come thudding down behind her, she tries her best to run&lt;br /&gt;But Charlotte just no longer has the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;The hunters grab her shoulders and they throw her to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte tries to free herself, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;But pinned against the concrete her neck can feel a knife&lt;br /&gt;And they tell her to kiss goodbye to her freedom and her life&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte shuts her eyes, sees vipers flickering their tongues&lt;br /&gt;Nocturnal demons squeezing the air from her lungs&lt;br /&gt;And then a concerned voice from someone she can’t see&lt;br /&gt;And a hand on her arm snaps her out of a dream&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking back home late at night&lt;br /&gt;He walked down a subway and in the orange light&lt;br /&gt;He found a girl having a fit at the bottom the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinating killers and screaming at thin air&lt;br /&gt;He ran down the steps and trying to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;He called for an ambulance and touched her on the arm&lt;br /&gt;And Charlotte woke up gasping and panting from the chase&lt;br /&gt;Frozen from the shock tears streaming down her face&lt;br /&gt;And she waited with the man for the ambulance to arrive&lt;br /&gt;Her knees and elbows bleeding and panic in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;The paramedics rushed down the steps to where she lay&lt;br /&gt;And carried her up spluttering that she needs to get away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-184576785177180948?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/184576785177180948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=184576785177180948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/184576785177180948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/184576785177180948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/subway-incident.html' title='The Subway Incident'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8861120804314107802</id><published>2007-03-19T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:18:32.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Intentions</title><content type='html'>We stay up late and talk about nothing&lt;br /&gt;We've found everything that's wrong with the world&lt;br /&gt;And we're motivated at the very last second&lt;br /&gt;We're of no use to anyone who wants anything getting done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be alright in the end I've got lots of time to stop and pretend&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading for where I wanted to go and I'm not in as deep as someone else I know&lt;br /&gt;She's up to her neck in the things she neglected the things she has wrecked&lt;br /&gt;All the things to correct and sometimes it protects me from my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems just go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be alright in the end I've got lots of time to stop and pretend&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading for where I intended to go and I'm not in as deep as someone else I know&lt;br /&gt;She's up to her neck in the things she neglected the things she has wrecked&lt;br /&gt;All the things to correct and sometimes it protects me from my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining somewhere inside but I can't seem to find it&lt;br /&gt;I need you to help me out of this crisis I'm sorry I never took your advice&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing my best to get out of this mess but I can't take the stress of this&lt;br /&gt;Work without rest and I'll fail it unless you make it go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8861120804314107802?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8861120804314107802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8861120804314107802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8861120804314107802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8861120804314107802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-intentions.html' title='Good Intentions'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-251977811747081059</id><published>2007-03-19T07:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:14:58.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just</title><content type='html'>Just says his prayers and falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;Must gets inspired by the TV&lt;br /&gt;Only has a face that launched a thousand missiles into space&lt;br /&gt;Lonely gets replaced by pure envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't look how I want to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just says he needs to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Must gets a song stuck in his head&lt;br /&gt;Only goes to leave but finds a final trick still up his sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Lonely thinks of life beyond the thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't look how I want to look and I&lt;br /&gt;Just can't feel how I want to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feels his conscience getting light&lt;br /&gt;Must drops his morals from a height&lt;br /&gt;Only's in a comfort zone and hiding from the outside world&lt;br /&gt;Lonely knows he's written off his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on the government&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on yourself&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the worst thing in your life if that helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing I ever do seems to go right"&lt;br /&gt;"Shaken up I can't ever get to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;"In the mirror my face just looks too white"&lt;br /&gt;"I believe other people perceive me as a freak"&lt;br /&gt;"My friends don't ever seem to miss me as much"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother I only ever want to stay in"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I could never look and just not touch"&lt;br /&gt;"I find it so hard to forgive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't look how I want to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Depressed I'm insecure and unimpressed"&lt;br /&gt;"And then I push the boat out until I'm lost"&lt;br /&gt;"Until I got all this bullshit off my chest"&lt;br /&gt;"Crossed out the lines I never meant to cross"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to live without my addictions"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not getting better just using up time"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a self obsessed self fulfilling prediction"&lt;br /&gt;"Is it really worth my while"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't look how I want to look and I&lt;br /&gt;Just can't feel how I want to feel and I&lt;br /&gt;Just can't see things how others see them and I&lt;br /&gt;Just can't be who I want to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-251977811747081059?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/251977811747081059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=251977811747081059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/251977811747081059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/251977811747081059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/just.html' title='Just'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4552593849738979267</id><published>2007-03-19T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:14:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Can't Say No</title><content type='html'>I remember a time when things came naturally to me&lt;br /&gt;Now I just humour you and your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;In reality you don’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s another girl at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and forgetting her life so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she just can’t say no&lt;br /&gt;She just can’t say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ve been out on a ledge&lt;br /&gt;And things look different from up here&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t see a down side&lt;br /&gt;But I want to get off, I’ve seen enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she hates this place&lt;br /&gt;The thumping bass and lights in her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she just can’t say no&lt;br /&gt;She just can’t say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s shown her a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s shown her a door&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s trying to sell her&lt;br /&gt;Happiness in liquid form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s seen a shadow&lt;br /&gt;And she’s wrapped it round her tight&lt;br /&gt;And she feels like a criminal&lt;br /&gt;Because she’s found a friend to help her through the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4552593849738979267?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4689588418908751863</id><published>2007-03-19T07:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:14:00.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>I follow in the sandal prints that she left in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Replay the moments and they lead me to this place&lt;br /&gt;She wrote a postcard and she left it somewhere here&lt;br /&gt;In the mind of its finder now she'll never be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was never one to walk away from a fight&lt;br /&gt;She was never one to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I guess she thinks nothing could be worse than this&lt;br /&gt;And I guess she thinks nothing could hurt more than this&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used words that she cut from magazines&lt;br /&gt;She took a marker pen and crossed out people's eyes&lt;br /&gt;She found tranquility on a day just like these&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing but a message and her disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was never one to just turn away with a lie&lt;br /&gt;She was never one to pretend that everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;But I guess she thinks nothing could be worse than this&lt;br /&gt;And I guess she thinks nothing could hurt more than this&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was never one to walk away from a fight&lt;br /&gt;She was never one to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I guess she thinks nothing could be worse than this&lt;br /&gt;And I guess she thinks nothing could hurt more than this&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no photographs or evidence she was ever here&lt;br /&gt;But I found drawings and I know they were by her&lt;br /&gt;She made a mark upon her wrist to warn me off&lt;br /&gt;And all these things that still exist do so without her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4689588418908751863?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4689588418908751863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4689588418908751863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4689588418908751863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4689588418908751863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8669532711228111715</id><published>2007-03-19T07:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:13:43.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>She’s waking up, she’s been asleep all these years&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a delusion she is caught in the confusion&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s confronting all of her fears&lt;br /&gt;And she’s a beautiful girl but she’ll never know it&lt;br /&gt;She’s a compulsive controller and it’s taking its toll on her&lt;br /&gt;Though she’s trying so hard not to show it&lt;br /&gt;Cos she wants it all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if I don’t think that I could get better&lt;br /&gt;Then I don’t want to think at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how much more of this you can take&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much longer I can stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember going to bed last night&lt;br /&gt;I’m hysterical God help you’ll need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I’m not cut out for this life&lt;br /&gt;And she’s a beautiful girl but she’ll never know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if I don’t think that I could be better&lt;br /&gt;Then I don’t want to think at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how much more of this you can take&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much longer I can stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said everyday they tell me to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I have to fight it away&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I don’t really want it to go away&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s all that’s left now that I recognise in me&lt;br /&gt;So what if I should just die?&lt;br /&gt;Rehabilitation’s killing me anyway&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to be free&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8669532711228111715?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8669532711228111715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8669532711228111715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8669532711228111715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8669532711228111715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5850428565802088861</id><published>2007-03-19T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:13:23.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>I came down the stairs and heard TV laughter&lt;br /&gt;As I put my headphones on and left the house&lt;br /&gt;It was cold outside as I lost my forever after&lt;br /&gt;And walked the journey home staring at the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands you&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;No one can help you&lt;br /&gt;Because no one knows where you’re coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stars were blocked behind the city glow&lt;br /&gt;People still shouted and the clocks never stopped&lt;br /&gt;The speed of sound couldn’t distract me from my zone&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like I’ve been trapped dragged then dropped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands you&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;No one can help you&lt;br /&gt;Because no one knows where you’re coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stone cold sober but I was stumbling like a drunk&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned by the news&lt;br /&gt;I never saw myself sinking just found that I’d sunk&lt;br /&gt;And I got home to more TV laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands you&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;No one can help you&lt;br /&gt;Because no one knows where you’re coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you here&lt;br /&gt;You’re all my little secrets and I’m so sorry now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5850428565802088861?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5850428565802088861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5850428565802088861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5850428565802088861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5850428565802088861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4847541030761534018</id><published>2007-03-19T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:12:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Contact</title><content type='html'>She’s with another girl&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times I’ve said to her&lt;br /&gt;I think this one’s gonna be the last&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna break her heart&lt;br /&gt;We meet in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;We hardly speak and she barely moves&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna make her never forget this moment&lt;br /&gt;The way she tore my friend apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel Charlotte all over me&lt;br /&gt;And she says whatever she wants to me&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so beautiful you just don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was words and now she lives&lt;br /&gt;Too many moments I can’t just forgive&lt;br /&gt;They wear plastic shirts and feathered curtains&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t trust one word from anyone&lt;br /&gt;So make her never forget this moment&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe one word from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I feel Charlotte all over me&lt;br /&gt;And she says whatever she wants to me&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so beautiful you just don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I feel Charlotte all over me&lt;br /&gt;And she says whatever she wants to me&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel Charlotte all over me&lt;br /&gt;And she says whatever she wants to me&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s with another girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4847541030761534018?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4847541030761534018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4847541030761534018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4847541030761534018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4847541030761534018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/eye-contact.html' title='Eye Contact'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4466652196255182909</id><published>2007-03-19T07:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:12:06.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl With A Crush</title><content type='html'>It’s 26 hours to Christmas, I’m dying of thirst&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a demon, finally dispersed&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m not going back to that place with the others&lt;br /&gt;There I’ve found every hiding place and still been discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte’s diary is a scrapbook of fragments like&lt;br /&gt;“I think they assume I did it”&lt;br /&gt;“‘We should make more time for each other’, it’s what she always says”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I’ve been lost in this boy”&lt;br /&gt;“And until now life’s just been toys&lt;br /&gt;That we’ve moved around, played and destroyed”&lt;br /&gt;“And I’m only feeling now I can’t think”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m frightened, blind and I need to see&lt;br /&gt;If I’m to feel, and I can only see ten feet in front of me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I could never go back if things stay the same&lt;br /&gt;But if I get through them these times might change&lt;br /&gt;A boy with an addiction, a girl with a crush&lt;br /&gt;A boy who only ever thinks of himself&lt;br /&gt;I could never see them again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver slips from round the necks in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Water drips from the ceiling with the sweat&lt;br /&gt;And Ben holds his hands over one eye&lt;br /&gt;Jamie sips from polystyrene tasting regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says to him…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4466652196255182909?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4466652196255182909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4466652196255182909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4466652196255182909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4466652196255182909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/girl-with-crush.html' title='A Girl With A Crush'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-80921741625617587</id><published>2007-03-19T07:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:11:39.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Doesn't Laugh</title><content type='html'>I’m trigger happy with my patience&lt;br /&gt;Taking sedatives to stop the shaking&lt;br /&gt;Priorities are changing daily&lt;br /&gt;She’s indifferent to the head she’s breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s marrying the girl I can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Marrying the girl I can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Marrying the girl I can’t stop staring at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man doesn’t laugh but he talks&lt;br /&gt;Like a billboard with a logic complex&lt;br /&gt;Crashes like a spirit in an avalanche&lt;br /&gt;Lock him up in sound-proof perspex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he’s marrying the girl I can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Marrying the girl I can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Marrying the girl I can’t stop staring at&lt;br /&gt;She glows in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s hiding something behind those sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Shut out the world behind her stellar eyes&lt;br /&gt;Her arrival coincides with his departure&lt;br /&gt;Boarded up her face is galvanised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t speak to them much these days&lt;br /&gt;She no longer considers them friends&lt;br /&gt;You’ll only ever see her with her hat and sunglasses on&lt;br /&gt;They make her look twenty again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s marrying the girl&lt;br /&gt;He’s marrying the girl&lt;br /&gt;He’s marrying the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song I sing for Charlotte’s friend&lt;br /&gt;She looks even better now I think back&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been conditioned eye contact’s a limit&lt;br /&gt;She makes my head swim and my life retract&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-80921741625617587?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/80921741625617587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=80921741625617587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/80921741625617587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/80921741625617587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/man-who-doesnt-laugh.html' title='The Man Who Doesn&apos;t Laugh'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-1508195086388095337</id><published>2007-03-19T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:11:16.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Noise</title><content type='html'>We’ve run out of ideas for you sir&lt;br /&gt;A clean cut escalates into a blur&lt;br /&gt;So what for the sake of our unity&lt;br /&gt;They won’t stop they’ll take an opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Top cats no longer in control&lt;br /&gt;Mr man digs his way out of the hole&lt;br /&gt;Face facts people just aren’t satisfied with their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll dance in the streets with the crowds&lt;br /&gt;We’ll liven the day with the sounds&lt;br /&gt;Of violence and tears and sense of achievement&lt;br /&gt;Sirens and shattering glass on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Because people just won’t stand for this&lt;br /&gt;We want to be where the action is&lt;br /&gt;White noise rushing through my veins&lt;br /&gt;White boys and their monkey games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look at me your fear is my fuel&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pace up and down in my cage&lt;br /&gt;This place a chance to vent all the rage&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to reach me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Stop crying it’s not going to bring me home&lt;br /&gt;I’m not alone a thousand of us greater than fire or stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-1508195086388095337?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1508195086388095337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=1508195086388095337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1508195086388095337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1508195086388095337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/white-noise.html' title='White Noise'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-1476008284633588540</id><published>2007-03-19T07:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:10:51.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Last Song</title><content type='html'>Bats flicker in the moonlight Water strokes the shoreline The wind flutters the trees The sky melts through the freeze Your eyes are hypnotised Your mind slowly unwinds A distant clock tower chimes The tide slips out of time And the stars fly The rocks cradling your head The sands recording your tread So many satellites crawling So much starlight falling The black water’s surface gleams And the sound of drowning screams&lt;br /&gt;And the glower of deafening dreams Overpowered by twinkling streams And the stars fly And the relentless sense of blood Becomes isolated by the flood The street-light glow disappears And the darkness hides your fears/tears Your clouded eyesight clears The calm waves soothe your ears And the silence fills your mind Sparks fall from the sky And the stars fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-1476008284633588540?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1476008284633588540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=1476008284633588540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1476008284633588540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/1476008284633588540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/very-last-song.html' title='The Very Last Song'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-6665909635340858375</id><published>2007-03-19T07:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:10:30.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma</title><content type='html'>You can call but she won’t answer She won’t listen to you It’s not me, it’s you You can mirror her in every view She will never turn to you It’s not me, believe me Hello stranger, what’s your name? And aren’t you sick of these stupid games? She said “I don’t know what to think anymore… If I only had your words to say I think you’re right, I think I’m ok On my own, but now I’m not so sure…” And every night you can comfort her She will never come for you She’ll see right through you You can call all you want But she’s got better things to do Like being in a different room Hello stranger, what’s your name? And aren’t you sick of these stupid games? She said “I don’t know what to think  anymore… If I only had your words to say I think I’m alright, I think I’m ok On my own, but now I’m not so sure…” All the people waiting on their own In the bars pretending to be on their phones All posing for praise they’ll never even hear Gangs of girls hiding themselves with their smoke Drunken lads telling racist jokes All laughing at the people they really fear And Emma and I pass like ghosts Through the flirting games, the subtle boasts, Their jealous eyes, their aggressive disguise, The assertive shouts, the sniggering doubts, And yet they talk so loud but they dissolve in the crowd With their stupid beliefs and their blatant relief When everybody agrees with their stupid decrees And their stupid delusions, and their total confusion, Their local trends, their so-called friends, Anything to conform, anything to offend, Criticise anything you won’t comprehend And when their evening finally comes to an end They come stumbling past us on their way back And when they hear me and Emma, they stop in their tracks Our psiren song takes and controls them A feeling comes, for a moment it holds them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-6665909635340858375?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6665909635340858375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=6665909635340858375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6665909635340858375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/6665909635340858375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/emma.html' title='Emma'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-5530966111358390102</id><published>2007-03-19T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:10:21.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September Nights</title><content type='html'>The train leaves in an hour, There’s just enough time for one last goodbye, I sit with you’re memory under the streetlights I feel so confident, so tired, so missing something, so everyone in one I have no reason to step away from these people Feel so tired, so inspired, got to learn to stay inside myself I drink myself into somebody else who I don’t know and I can’t control Slowly getting used to it Where were you when I needed you most You were hiding inside can you hear me my friend Wait for the smoke to clear and listen to how stupid I sound, I know I should go home with you But I think I should stay, because it’s a change from the wait From the days of waiting for the world to come to me with an invitation Well who are you? Someone worth talking to? To save me from something I’m not sure I can cope with Because your best friend has a life to lead and your boyfriend has a love to leave It came from nowhere and the cold began to fade As the evening glows on she never stopped listening, He never stopped asking if I was alright Well you are beautiful people I wish I could be like I wish I could be with for the rest of my life Talk me through these September nights When you look at me like no one else could I remember what happiness feels like and lonely I would be Without one person in the world Who looks into a crowd of people and finds me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-5530966111358390102?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5530966111358390102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=5530966111358390102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5530966111358390102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/5530966111358390102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/september-nights.html' title='September Nights'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8865566670958270866</id><published>2007-03-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:10:06.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Werewolf</title><content type='html'>Falling but not going anywhere, Still rooted in the harsh, cold, Cruel, uncaring ground, Rock-hard beneath me. Falling, drowning but there's enough oxygen to support a pack of werewolves. Waves undulating within my mind, Tearing away the wall encasing of my intelligence. I don't want to do this! The room around me melts and spins, Receding and bursting into a kaleidoscope Of threatening, eyebright colours, Too much! Too saturated! Obligingly, they disappear To reveal the jewel-spangled Sky, in which my cruel destiny Is written by stars Bright as searing candle-flame. Chain metal and precious stones encircling me, Squirming and re-forming To create a cold, hard collar Mostly hidden by thickening fur Just as my skeleton Painfully readjusts. Raging, intense screams turn to screeches Splitting my ears’ enhanced sensitivity, Flattening against my stripped head. Green-gold reflective eyes, devoid Of any revealing emotion Gaze seductively, pensively, Into the oil-painted puddle Slopping on the edge of a rough asphalt road Growing steadily with every hammering raindrop Seeing water-streaked, darkened fur bristling, Ears perk, tail drops, hackles rise, A long, lonely cat-call rises into the forgotten night. The moon, cool, calm, serene, Steady luminescence Gazes down upon a drenched Creature of the night, Hissing and spitting At fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Based on the poem Cousin To The Werewolf by Leah G. (Age: 16))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8865566670958270866?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8865566670958270866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8865566670958270866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8865566670958270866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8865566670958270866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/werewolf.html' title='The Werewolf'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-8435485705592651792</id><published>2007-03-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:09:07.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stars In The Summer Sky</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long time since that day, She was sending no vibes I’ve been cold but I can’t complain I’ve been wasting her time She talks so unconventionally And likes to think she likes the same kind of stuff She’s thoughtless, but not intentionally A starless night is not enough A prison cell with walls of diagrams Capturing spirals of sparks Erasing her conscience into landscape paintings Converting her soul into charts Sometimes the world seems so still Sometimes you just can’t stop running Forever chasing a light Forever fleeing the night And never knowing what’s coming See your life as a graph A straight line away from your home See your life from the path See the dark woods you wish you had known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An afternoon to kill Sitting on a window sill Making yourself feel ill Crying in the sunshine Can’t stop but you keep trying You’ve got to make it this time The swimming pool, the gate, the square Don’t see your eyes, see your hair Only notice what you wear But it’s hard to hide without them there Another generation don’t care where you stare You’re so scared Love is just a friend you kiss&lt;br /&gt;To focus on your emptiness Til there’s nothing left to notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, it doesn’t matter The summer was spent alone Following a road into the mountains, Staying there hibernating In a cave secluded from the sun On the other side of the valley, On a blazing hillside, On razor sharp blades of grass, You built walls to protect yourselves Hypnotised, lost in each other So many people here are such bright stars And this year’s love is a shade She’s the only place your eyes can rest Cos so many people here are such bright starlight And she shields your eyes So many people here are such bright starlight She covers your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-8435485705592651792?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8435485705592651792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=8435485705592651792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8435485705592651792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/8435485705592651792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/2007/03/stars-in-summer-sky.html' title='The Stars In The Summer Sky'/><author><name>Joe/Alex Marczak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851711941026157196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUS91Smkk3c/SRlI4_dMilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zfJiIpT1ta4/S220/Night+Vision.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068431135410307157.post-4435565497944573940</id><published>2007-03-19T07:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:07:48.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waterfall</title><content type='html'>Well we are alone for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Asleep in our hours of dejection&lt;br /&gt;She circles above&lt;br /&gt;And I see her in your reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really here with me&lt;br /&gt;And this river's dried to a stream&lt;br /&gt;Through the noise of all my suffering&lt;br /&gt;I won't hear her as she screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I should say something&lt;br /&gt;Are you still breathing out there?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her like I wished you&lt;br /&gt;Would never leave me here&lt;br /&gt;I will hide cos I won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Let the music dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I should say something&lt;br /&gt;Are you still breathing out there?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talk to me my leader, my reason&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me you're love&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I should say something&lt;br /&gt;Are you still breathing out there?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talk to me my leader, my reason&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me you're love&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I should say something&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me you're love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068431135410307157-4435565497944573940?l=jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamarczaklyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4435565497944573940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068431135410307157&amp;postID=4435565497944573940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4435565497944573940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068431135410307157/posts/default/4435565497944573940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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have a reason to feel sad and lonely all the time&lt;br /&gt;Cos otherwise you'd just be down about nothing and feeling you were losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm love with someone too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell anyone cos it's a secret&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing for you, are you really listening?&lt;br /&gt;Got a crush and it's so hard to keep it to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all a bunch of idiot's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spells F.L.A.G. and he doesn't know what she does to me&lt;br /&gt;She spells F.L.A.G. and he doesn't know what she does to me&lt;br /&gt;She'll get no such sympathy from me&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky you have a reason to feel sad and lonely all the time&lt;br /&gt;Cos otherwise you'd just be down about nothing and feeling you were losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;She spells F.L.A.G. and he doesn't know what she does to me&lt;br /&gt;She'll get no such sympathy from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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