when we were young..

valentines smalentines. that's what i have to say about this money making brain washing scam..i can loose my point by ranting and raving but this will do no one any good and will just send me into a downward spiral into the Divine evil pit of the "exorcism of Emily Rose" style swearing.


As much as i hate this day , it is to be predicted that my heart has been broken one too many times. but in the greater aspect of things, life and all that- you see love everyday. when you watch your grandfather speaking about your grandmother, you see it there.when you play with your dog on the grass.it's there.

( they always say if you put your mother /wife and your dog in the boot of your car and leave both there for over an hour, see who's happy to see you when you open it) being young-there is love for your friends, for what you are passionate about.at this stage in your life you even still love yourself.between a father and his daughter. a best friend with her white smile and ever British accent whenever necessary, that you miss dearly. a lover throwing a glass teacup at her significant other. for your sister.

yes,okay,love is all around- if i continue i may puke- but instead of feeling the Los of valentines day. embrace it-do something out of the ordinary, for yourself ...eat some oysters,have a laugh with some old friends.listen too your mother's stories about "when they were young".

and if you still feel shitty, go have a drink or five. boschendal blanc de noir always fills up the spot, with a side order of libido and potency shots,putt the killers on full volume , and dance your heart out.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now
Watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane
That started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water
It ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
(talks like a gentleman)
(like you imagined)
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know
the killers- when you were young.