Ribbons

"Flowers on the razor wire". I have no idea what it means, but it continues to be one of my favourite phrases ever.
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RIBBONS

I’m lying on my back now
The stars look all too near
Flowers on the razor wire
I know you’re here
We are few
And far between
I was thinking about her skin
Love is a many splintered thing
Don’t be afraid now
Just walk on in
(flowers on the razor wire)
(walk on in)
Her eyes were cobalt red
Her voice was cobalt blue
I see no purple light
Crashing out of you
So just walk on in
(flowers on the razor wire)
(walk on in)
Her lovers queued up in the hallway
I heard them scratching at the door
I tried to tell her
About marx and engels, God and angels
I don’t really know what for
But she looked good in ribbons
So just walk on in
She looked good in ribbons
So just walk on in

Tie a red red red red red red ribbon
Love is a many splintered thing
Tie a red red red red ribbon
Don’t be afraid
Just walk on in

Just walk on in
(incoming...)
(incoming...)
Just walk on in
Just walk on in
Flowers on the razor wire
Just walk on in...
Incoming!

When You Don't See Me

When you don't see me...
It's not a matter of going to grow
It's not a matter of time or how I feel
I'm throwing off the shadow of a better man now
What you see is what you never had
Get real
Get another
I don't exist when you don't see me
I don't exist when you're not here
What the eye don't see won't break the heart
You can make believe when we're apart
But when you leave I disappear
When you don't see me...
Oh, it's kind of different when your there
You can lease the peace of mind
You bought a mask, I put it on
You never thought to ask me
If I wear it when you're gone
Get real
Get another
I don't exist when you don't see me
I don't exist when you're not here
What the eye don't see won't break the heart
You can make believe when we're apart
But when you leave I disappear
When you don't see me...
You never learned
You bought me
Everything and less
I turned
You couldn't let me move
I guess, I don't deny, it don't disprove
What you see is what you lost
If I were you I wouldn't try
Get real
Get another
I don't exist when you don't see me
I don't exist when you're not here
What the eye don't see won't break the heart
You can make believe when we're apart
But when you leave I disappear
When you don't see me...

My Poor Dad

So my Dad is generally a brilliant guy. Knows a lot about a bunch of different subjects, stays well read, would prefer to watch a documentary over a movie. Frig, the guy built a lamp when he was 10 or something.

However, he's always been capable of doing something bone-headed once in a while that leaves you saying "What were you thinking?"

Case and point, 2 nights ago my dad decided to clean a changing table that is being sent down to my brother and wife (remember, they have twins!!). So he asks Mom "Where's the pine sol?" and then disappears. For 2 hours. (My Dad is all about being thorough. Some would call it anal.) The problem? He chose not to wear gloves.

Pine Sol. 2 hours. No gloves.

The skin on the palm of his hands looks STRETCHED, to the point where he has no fingerprints. His palms are smoother than JADE's. The back of his hands are covered with burn marks. I wish I'd taken a picture, it's quite the sight.

You would think someone so bright would realize that Pine Sol does not equal Sunlight soap and that perhaps gloves might be a good idea. But he never really did any of the cleaning around the house (we were a 'traditional' family) so I guess he just never knew. So now there might a trip to a physician in order, as the bottle recommends.

I guess I can't say too much. I am my Father's son, and I know I'm capable of doing some pretty dumb things considering my supposed 'smarts'.

I Was Wrong

You say stay and never leave
You say meant for ever
I could believe you, but I don't
You say we're almost all alone together
All alone
You say
You say you will
I know you won't

I was wrong
I was wrong to ever doubt
I can get along without
I can love my fellow man
But I'm damned if I'll love yours

In a bar that's always closing
In a world where people shout
I don't wanna talk this over
I don't wanna talk it out
I was quite impressed until I hit the floor
Isn't that what friends are for?
Pain looks great on other people
That's what they're for