I've had these two songs in my head. And then I decided to listen to them on my iPod, and I couldn't stop and ended up listening to Geronimo and Dropped by Phantom Planet all day. I don't know if it's the incredibly raw sexiness of Geronimo or the funky beat of Dropped, but I'm stuck with these songs in my head 'til the end of time, I'm afraid.
lyrics:
Dropped
I can swear I can feel the beating of a cold cold heart
Or there's a chill, 'cause it's showing through your clothing
And as far as I can tell
There's nothing underneath your v-neck tee
I'm begging, I'm begging, I'm begging you please
Now
Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you need me
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know
Won't you stop teasing me
Won't you take It easy
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know
You're never gonna go
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Everybody knows the way the eye goes
Moving like a curtain closes over the finale
From your head down to your toe
Up and down checking you out now
Beyond a doubt
Make a copy in the office for the dest with the windows
In the ivory dome
You've made it your home
See you in the sills
Smiling ear to ear
Never gonna go
Do you want me
Tell me that you need me
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know
Won't you stop teasing me
Won't you take it easy
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know
You're never gonna go
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Tell me that you what me
Tell me that you need me
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know
Won't you stop teasing me
Won't you take it easy
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know
You're never gonna go
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Drop
Whatcha
Got
Now
Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you need me
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know
Now
Geronimo
Just one touch
That's enough
And it's like pushing comes to shove
I think you like this way too much
I think you're way fucked up
Four hands fight
Two hands tied
One wrong never felt so right
You don't want to make me blush
You want me unconscious
I scream bloody murder
Why don't you call me something dirtier?
Never thought this harmless crush
Could be so dangerous
Trading looks
Back and forth
You just make me want it more
I know soon we'll be trading blows
Getting on all fours and tearing of clothes
I can't belive this is happening...
You knock the wind right out of me
You don't want to make me blush
You want me unconscious
Just take me down
Come on, put me to the ground
Yeah, I want it now
Get on top of me
I can't stop thinking of
Pummeling you
For another full minute or two
When i get, when I get next to you
GERONIMO!
I can't stop thinking of
Pummeling you
For another full minute or two
When I get, when i get next to you
Come on, I want you to
Take me down
Come on, put me to the ground
Yeah, I want it now
Jump on top of me
GERONIMO!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Birthday
So my twenty-third birthday has come and gone. It was an excellent one. Harry Potter came out, as it seems, just for my birthday (haha), but really I've always had good luck with that. I remember on my 14th birthday the 4th HP book came out and Harry and I turned 14 at the same time. However, I didn't end up seeing Harry at midnight like I had originally planned. Instead I headed into the city and met up with Rachel and Rob. We had a drink at Rob's, and then ventured out into South Philly, where we went to dinner at a place called the Tap Room, which had an excellent beer selection (I had a phenomenal Pear Cider), and a delicious menu. We then headed to Lucky 13, and later to a little bar called Grumpy's Tavern, where we enlightened the wonderful crowd of fellow drinkers by singing a delightful rendition of "My Girl" on Karaoke.
It was a fantastic night (sans the 8 or so times I vomited - I lost count after a while), with fantastic friends (who were sweethearts and held my hair). Honestly, it was one of my favorite birthdays to date.
And then yesterday was Harry Potter with Danielle, Kayt, Momma Jess, and G-Unit (aka Grandma). And let me just say that it was well worth the wait, and definitely my favorite Harry Potter movie so far. It was funny, and scary, and just fantastic. Even though they didn't add my favorite scene (when Griffindor wins the Quidditch match and Harry runs up to Ginny and kisses her in front of the whole common room for the first time <3 <3 so cute) , and even though they added some random Christmas scene that was a little awkward, the movie was phenomenal and made me so happy. I can't wait to see it again.
It was a fantastic night (sans the 8 or so times I vomited - I lost count after a while), with fantastic friends (who were sweethearts and held my hair). Honestly, it was one of my favorite birthdays to date.
And then yesterday was Harry Potter with Danielle, Kayt, Momma Jess, and G-Unit (aka Grandma). And let me just say that it was well worth the wait, and definitely my favorite Harry Potter movie so far. It was funny, and scary, and just fantastic. Even though they didn't add my favorite scene (when Griffindor wins the Quidditch match and Harry runs up to Ginny and kisses her in front of the whole common room for the first time <3 <3 so cute) , and even though they added some random Christmas scene that was a little awkward, the movie was phenomenal and made me so happy. I can't wait to see it again.
Monday, July 6, 2009
To Whom It May Concern????
Straight from the PATD website:
Well you know what? It concerns me and just about every other fan of Panic. I mean, who the hell is going to write the music if Ryan's not there? Panic at the Disco is pretty much defined by Ryan Ross, which sucks wayyyy too much. Arg. WTF Jon? I'm going to miss your flip floppity ways. Well, until you start a new band with Ryan.
This is heartbreaking news.
To Whom It May Concern…
July 6th, 2009Ryan Ross and Jon Walker will be leaving Panic at the Disco to embark on a musical excursion of their own. Though the four of us have made music together in the past, we’ve creatively evolved in different directions which has compromised what each of us want to personally achieve. Over the years, we have remained close and honest with each other, which helped us to realize that our goals were different and that parting ways is truly what is best for each of us. We are all excited for the future, you should be too.
-Ryan & Jon
Stay posted to the Panic site for updates on Ryan and Jon’s new project, as well as a message from Brendon and Spencer who will continue on as Panic At The Disco. All touring and album plans for Panic will continue as previously announced.
Well you know what? It concerns me and just about every other fan of Panic. I mean, who the hell is going to write the music if Ryan's not there? Panic at the Disco is pretty much defined by Ryan Ross, which sucks wayyyy too much. Arg. WTF Jon? I'm going to miss your flip floppity ways. Well, until you start a new band with Ryan.
This is heartbreaking news.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
New version of D&O in first person
... well at least like 1/200th of it.
My eyes grew wide as the glass spun off of the counter, and it flipped through the air in slow motion. I shuddered as it crashed against the linoleum floor and some of the smaller shards embedded into my bare feet and ankles. And then everything was still for just a moment as I stood there, anticipating what was about to happen.
I could feel his gaze as he loomed in the entrance to the kitchen, watching me kneel over to pick up the glass with my bare hands. I was moving as quickly as I could and still trying not to cut myself. The last thing I wanted was a fight, and although I knew that it was practically unavoidable, I knew that the quicker I was to pick up the shards, the less likely he was to start something. After all, Nick had been known to get angry over less trivial things than this, and as he took his first step toward me my heart quickened, knowing what was about to happen.
His paces were quick, and before I could even process was what going to happen next, he was standing over me blocking out the light from the overhead, making his face a shadowy blur.
“Well?” he asked quietly, and my stomach flipped. It was always worse when his interrogations began calmly.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I guess I just bumped it with my elbow.”
“What happened is that you’re a dumb ass! Get up dumb ass!” He yanked me by the wrist so that now I was standing squarely in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Nick. I really didn’t mean to do it,” I pleaded.
“No,” his voice sounded calm and I let out an involuntary sigh of relief in response to it, “you never mean to do it, do you?” His hand stung as he smacked me across my face, and before I could put my arms up to defend myself, his had already shoved me to the ground. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and pushed my face against the glass-covered surface. The glass embedded into the skin of my cheek, but I had luckily closed my eyes before the shards could get in them. A single tear escaped, burning a path from my eye to my ear, before dripping onto the floor. “Clean up your mess, bitch,” he let go of my hair, stood up, and began to walk away.
I lay still on the floor for a moment, feeling my mind beginning to shut down, the way it always did after his attacks. I could barely feel the stinging glass anymore, and I opened my eyes, waiting for him to leave the dimly lit kitchen. But before he got to the doorway, his footsteps halted and I watched his dirty old black Converse turn around and start towards me again. I braced myself as his foot connected with my back hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs.
This time, when he turned to walk out of the room, he actually did, and I lay waiting as the seconds passed, for my lungs to fill again with air.
My eyes grew wide as the glass spun off of the counter, and it flipped through the air in slow motion. I shuddered as it crashed against the linoleum floor and some of the smaller shards embedded into my bare feet and ankles. And then everything was still for just a moment as I stood there, anticipating what was about to happen.
I could feel his gaze as he loomed in the entrance to the kitchen, watching me kneel over to pick up the glass with my bare hands. I was moving as quickly as I could and still trying not to cut myself. The last thing I wanted was a fight, and although I knew that it was practically unavoidable, I knew that the quicker I was to pick up the shards, the less likely he was to start something. After all, Nick had been known to get angry over less trivial things than this, and as he took his first step toward me my heart quickened, knowing what was about to happen.
His paces were quick, and before I could even process was what going to happen next, he was standing over me blocking out the light from the overhead, making his face a shadowy blur.
“Well?” he asked quietly, and my stomach flipped. It was always worse when his interrogations began calmly.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I guess I just bumped it with my elbow.”
“What happened is that you’re a dumb ass! Get up dumb ass!” He yanked me by the wrist so that now I was standing squarely in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Nick. I really didn’t mean to do it,” I pleaded.
“No,” his voice sounded calm and I let out an involuntary sigh of relief in response to it, “you never mean to do it, do you?” His hand stung as he smacked me across my face, and before I could put my arms up to defend myself, his had already shoved me to the ground. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and pushed my face against the glass-covered surface. The glass embedded into the skin of my cheek, but I had luckily closed my eyes before the shards could get in them. A single tear escaped, burning a path from my eye to my ear, before dripping onto the floor. “Clean up your mess, bitch,” he let go of my hair, stood up, and began to walk away.
I lay still on the floor for a moment, feeling my mind beginning to shut down, the way it always did after his attacks. I could barely feel the stinging glass anymore, and I opened my eyes, waiting for him to leave the dimly lit kitchen. But before he got to the doorway, his footsteps halted and I watched his dirty old black Converse turn around and start towards me again. I braced myself as his foot connected with my back hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs.
This time, when he turned to walk out of the room, he actually did, and I lay waiting as the seconds passed, for my lungs to fill again with air.
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