AFTER ALL

AFTER ALL

When the said no

everything turned into a big question

talking about big love

when everybody's counting pennies

Nothing to do with me

nothing to do with me

nothing to do with me

See them fall into big delusions

and dig them out of their own holes

twisted-minded psychopath

you're not so appealing after all

after all , after all

Nothing to do with me

nothing to do with me

nothing to do with me

different people, different clouds

just take away the ground

really so wrong after all?

Nothing to do with me

nothing to do with me

nothing to do with me

copyright by S. Garcia 10-1-2011

SHOOTING FOR THE ANIMALS: SORAYA GARCIA & ISISORO PEREGRINO

Shooting with ISISORO was just amazing...such a great human being and photographer!

"I Get It"

"I Get It"

So you say I'm ignored
As it is,
Well, give us your sad, sad trip

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Assumed it's whether
We're right or wrong
We're doomed, and there's plenty for all

How dare you catch me counting?
How dare you call at all?
How dare you call it suffering?
How dare you call at all?

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Press on these tannins
They'll double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Of face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish whores

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Life, life, life. 





I get it by Chevelle

DIRTY PLACES

Your insides covered in mud

guilt rushing through your blood

nobody left to follow

addicted to your sorrow

dark nights and dirty places

who thought that you'd erase this

with no one left to follow

you make me feel so hollow

Adopted by the fools in mind

can't keep on wrestling with your kind

every night, every day

you won't let me get away

tonite

it's going nowhere

it's going nowhere fast

tonite

it's going nowhere

don't want to let you fall behind

Dark nights and dirty places

nobody left to face this

with no hope for tomorrow

you make me feel so hollow

Dirty places copyright by S. Garcia 5-17-2011

THE GAME

THE GAME

In the end

who decides if it matters at all

you're trying to get into the zone

it must be so easy

to be happy with nothing

you're so happy being nothing

they say

you never tried

i just spit it all out everyday

they say we aren't the same

i never tried to be like you

If everything was new

would you really change?

I never know if you'd stop screaming

if you knew that no one listened

mis-calculating my visions again

“The Game” - copyright by Soraya Garcia 5-1-2011

RIGHT NOW

So tired of all apologies

just trying to buy a piece of time

don't try to hold me back

the only one that ever got it right

you never seem

to see it

you're the last one to remember me

that's why i'm not forgetting

how much i love being free

right now

there's nothing

right now

there is this magic wall

right now

it's breaking

and i don't care if everybody falls

no promise left to die for

no reason

left to lie for you

there's a reason why you're breaking

falling into pieces soon

I killed your facade

surprised to say it's all the same

so bored by your self-hatred

more bored to see how you hate everyone else

you never seem

to see it

you're the last one to remember me

that's why i'm not forgetting

how much i love being free

“Right Now” copyright by Soraya M. Garcia 4/16/2011

Did I waste my time? I think I did, I worked for life

You could follow logic or contest it all
The work solution makes the common house a home
The element of progress that you mention is gone
It de-evolved to something you were headed toward

As I lay to die the things I think
Did I waste my time? I think I did, I worked for life
All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Like a cast shadow, like a fathers dream
Have a cut out son, what's a worse disease

To get that pretty little home, as I lay to die the things I think

I don't want to regret what I did and work for life
All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes

Our work makes pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes

AGENDA SUICIDE - THE FAINT