Ra Ra Sis Boom Ba

Senior Year Begins! Let's do this thing. The lyrics of "Us" in honor of Autumn and madness unfolding:


They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's marble sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

Roses

Hello, blogosphere! I'm back from Outer Space, imprinted with stars and recovering from theatrical delirium. So much has happened (a sold out show and friends and family from across the globe and complete satisfaction and intense heat and airplanes looping and my brain fried like rice)

I'll just write down these things and pray that you know what you i mean:

fish tacos and gypsy jazz and frank lloyd wright's unity temple and a rome reunion and fever teeth and late late nights and sweat and adrenaline and laughing and leopard shoes and garbage bags filled with old clothes and i was so afraid to let it all go but i did and beer and finally sleeping and summer of yes and block parties and remixed beats and something vaguely familiar and blooming roses and don't you believe they get better with age i do and a black curtain and discovering what I didn't know I had.

My roses are still blooming in a vase downstairs and maybe one day i'll have words beautiful as their petals-