TheEndOfTheNight

I'm working on writing a song and could use some constructive
criticism. Help?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbLfUgogUH0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Quote

This quote really hit me and I agree with it. 100%. This was said by Ice-T in his book "Ice". Part 7, Chapter 15, page 213. He was talking about the loss of emotion in hip-hop.

"But as a G, being emotionally invested in something I had a hand in creating, I want the art form to stay lyrical, relevant, and talent-based. I admire the skills of the DJ, the skills of the breakdancer, the skills of the MC. When I hear artists saying, "Yo, I just want to get paper," that pisses me off. When you say you don't really give a shit, and you just want to get on the radio, then you're pop to me. And pop has always been my enemy."

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Gingerbread Coffin

we found an old doll that was out in the grass
she has special powers, we said a black mass
we sat in a circle, all holding hands
the doll bed held together with old rubberbands

she'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
she's so pretty all laid out in white
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise in the night

we look down at the ground
and into her eyes
passed around an old teacup
filled up with dead flies

surprise, surprise

were brought but not used
a collection of knives
we'll remember this moment
for all of our lives

she'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
she's so pretty all laid out in white
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise in the night

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
its a flickering beautiful sight
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise to the night.

Living My Life In The Summer

I just realized I should update this for future reference. In case I ever wondered what was going on at this point in my life. I'll do it in list form.
Yesterday, I recieved my Rasputina folio, How We Quit The Forest.
Today, Gunnar knocked down my cello and kicked it out of tune. That little brat.
I'm currently digesting Subway.
Hmmm...colorguard is going well.
I have 4 days of Driver's Ed left and 2 days of Behind the Wheel.
Night surgeon is playing in the background as I type this.
I have a headache.
The second weekend in August (Sunday & Monday) are my Rasputina concerts that I plan on attending.
Fossil Ridge Fiber Arts is slowly gaining popularity. My mom and I are pleased.
The song has changed to Chase The Morning<3

I thiiiink that's about it. Cello is the most amazing instrument and I'm so happy and proud to have the ability to learn it. It's exciting. :)
Have a good one!

Skeleton Bang - Rasputina

What did you see today?

Yeah, I saw a skeleton banging his head on a tombstone in the cemetery.
The sun was out.
It was weird, I gotta say.

What did you do today?

I asked a skeleton, I said, "Hey, why are you banging your head in
that way, on a tombstone in the cemetery, on such a lovely day?"
He said he'd climbed out, when the sun came up at dawn. He just wanted
to see (he just wanted to see) what the heck was going on, in the
sunshine, in the graveyard, on down the hillside, all over the planet.
In the sunshine
In the graveyard
On down the hillside
All over the planet.

Who did you meet today?

I met a very special skeleton. He had a lot of curiousity about the
living world.
But that's all that I will say about today.

♥Kay♥

This, My Porcelain Life

This, My Porcelain Life by Rasputina 

This letter, you get it
You burn it
Forget it
It's not what I meant to say
You might think me a scapegrace
Really a fugitive in decay
I exist here on an acre of nature
In the diminutive
But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager

My favorite hypocrite

You are a master at the commerce of friendship

So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life


You've axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I only tenuously ask you this question
Out of a census wish for clarity

You are a master at the commerce of friendship
So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life

My porcelain life
My porcelain life

I find it very breakable
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di da da ah do

My porcelain life 

<3 New Favorite <3

Filled to the brim, lights flutter dim, mind overload. Thought process
broke, nothing left to choke, actions misery bode.

♥Kay♥