Books

Lucas Frost is a former All-American with a Stanford PhD and a sweet gig teaching literature at Westwood University. His younger brother Eddie is a gambler with a dusty old trailer in the middle-of-nowhere Arizona. And while they may seem nothing alike on the surface, and may in fact profess to hate each other, the Frost brothers share a common propensity for making mistakes. On the same day that Lucas gets fired for having an affair with his Dept. Chair's daughter, Eddie gets chased out of Arizona by a crooked vice cop with a grudge. But things are about to get worse for the Frost brothers - because their father has just committed suicide, and he's left them an awkward inheritance. On the one hand, they get their childhood home back in Bakersfield and a not-quite worthless Rare Book Shop. On the other, they also inherit dad's $600,000 debt to the Chinese mob. "Books" follows the Frost brothers as they become small-time bookies in small-town Bakersfield - along the way, playing with the concept of "books" in nearly every way imaginable.

Cast

• Josh Beren
• Peter Douglas
• Bob Rumnock
• Marcus Choi
• Patrick Alan Davis
• Lola Blanc
• Katy Dore
• Dan Oliverio
• Laura Perloe
• Echo Kellum
• Greg Philippi
• Mark Sande
• Andrew Chen
• Harwood Gordon
• Chad Villella
• Whitney Brodie
• Craig Stepp

• Episode : Chapter 1: Paradise Lost
  USA:8 November 2011...
• Episode : Chapter 4: Bleak House Part 2
  USA:29 November 2011...
• Episode : Chapter 5: The Sun Also Rises
  Lucas Frost: I think there's a reason that I was the prom king and your only friends were St. Clair ...
• Episode : Chapter 3: Bleak House
  Eddie Frost: You say potato. I say fuck you and your high horse....
• Episode : Chapter 6: The Sun Also Rises Part 2
  USA:13 December 2011...
• Episode : Chapter 2: Paradise Lost Part 2
  USA:15 November 2011...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Books - Leatherface
• You'll Never Be Alone - Books
• We Bought The Flood - Books
• Vogt Dig For Kloppervok - Books
• Venice - Books
• Twelve Fold Chain - Books
• Thirty Incoming - Books
• The Story Of Hip Hop - Books
• A Little Longing Goes Away - Books
• The Lemon Of Pink - Books
• Smells Like Content - Books
• None But Shining Hours - Books
• It Never Changes To Stop - Books
• If Not Now Whenever - Books
• I Didn't Know That - Books
• I Am Who I Am - Books
• Group Autogenics I - Books
• Getting The Done Job - Books
• Free Translator - Books
• Enjoy Your Worries You May Never Have Them Again - Books
• Chain Of Missing Links - Books
• Cello Song (feat. Jose Gonzalez) - Books
• Beautiful People - Books
• Be Good To Them Always - Books
• An Owl With Knees - Books
• An Animated Description Of Mr. Maps. - Books
• All You Need Is A Wall - Books
• A Cold Freezin' Night - Books
• Books - Tall Ships
• Books - Teardrop Explodes

And I have a pot full of coins and above it hangs a picture
Of a brother and a sister there's been a wedding
Black painted floorboards and a stench like wet cardboard
This is the dead smell of another winter
And I don't want to be bound up like books
I don't want to be a sad ornament of a place
They are bound up like books I don't want to be a picture frame
A house full of things some of which they hadn't seen
Since they bought the sodding things in 1980 something
If only their place had a little more space
And a little less waste that would be then something
If only their house looked like those in books
If only their cupboards didn't look like Mother Hubbards
And I don't want to be bound up like books
I don't want to be a sad ornament of her place
They are bound up like books I don't want to be the picture frame
No book in this house went unread
An old cup an old plate and in this house
Absolutely everything seems out of place
Out of place there were pictures on the walls
Just to hide the faults there were pictures on walls
And a friendly old ghost that'll haunt me 'till the day
That I die I have a pot full of coins and
Above it hangs a picture of a brother and a sister there's *wedding* and
Black painted floorboards and a stench like wet cardboard
This is the dead smell of another winter

autosuggestion
you'll never be alone
creative imagination
desire
you don't have a burning desire at all
every morning you know exactly what you're going to do,
and why, but all the real joy is taken out of it
faith
don't fight it
1st 5 4th 4
go into some quiet spot, perhaps in bed at night
close your eyes
hold it
i can touch it with my hands
imagination
you'll never be alone
the importance of the woman
you'll never be alone
know what you want
like all states of mind
the mastery of procrastination
no one knows everything
no place to go
number 2
the second principal is a state of mind
sudden flashes of thought or inspiration
the 5th principal is
whatever it is you do for a living
the 4th principal is
the one and only woman
the 6th principal is
the 6th principal
the 6th sense
the 13th and final principal is
the 12th principal
this is important
this is it
thoughts are things
time means nothing to your subconcious
understand once and for all
you'll never be alone

I was born with a teacup on my head,
Copper tin and lead, ash and dust.
Sky color: Indiana Red,
Like Kansas, Oklahoma, plus a thousand years of rust.
Examine it carefully before it's set ablaze,
Take it all in before it's gone, gone, gone.
Let's notice everything, I mean every grain of salt.
Let's be thorough to a fault and next time
we'll build it twice as strong.
And all of this will disappear as quickly as it came,
The fire and the rain oxidize and rearrange
Focus on the pain,
Focus on the way to get out.
Virginia, 1902.
There was nothing we could do, cracked bell fell off a
train,
Slow walking down Cedar Avenue,
I came to find you, I came to feel urbane.
No more speed, no more direction,
No more push and pull, and no more lessons,
Save it for the afterlife, don't want to hear your
confessions,
It's the hammer walking, then it's the hammer down.
And all of this will disappear as quickly as it came,
The fire and the rain oxidize and rearrange
Focus on the pain,

'Twas brilling, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Your majesty?
Kommen sie in.
Keeping your eyes gently closed, close your eyes tightly.
it will rain, it will rain.
Kalaallit Nunaata Radioa. Grønlands radio;
vi ønsker jer godnat. Tamassi sinilluaritsi.
and after having what she described as her most thrilling
experience, she climbed from the tree next day a queen.
and as in uffish thought he stood,
long time the manxome foe he sought,
he left it dead and with its head,
he stood a while in thought.
and as in uffish thought he stood,
long time the manxome foe he sought,
he left it dead and with its head,

Maestro, as you paint this picture would you tell me
what-what's going on in your mind.
Now the cross, the mystical vertical cross.
Out of black paint,
(…via con questo coso per… cortesia…)
a cross comes down from the top left hand side of the
canvas.
(via con quella testa per cortesia!)
he has just thrown a bunch of gold paint which has not
only hit me in the face,
(…ostia…)
but has gone across the canvas to the applause of the
crowd below.
(…calma… aspetta… ahó aspetta cazzo, eh… adesso,
aspetta!)
now some black paint
(…giù con quella testa! giù la testa nico… via via con
quel coso lí porcoddio…)
This is the head, this is the head-this is the head of
the black death.
The canvas and the photographers are covered with
paint.
I might add, its black paint and gold paint on a white
canvas.
(…un pochettino un pochettino! cosí cosí dai! più in
lá!)
(crowd)
that was a — a big slash of paint.
What is this.
(Ah aaah ah ah [dialetto] è bellissimo?? non va più
via… [dialetto] guarda, No, no, no! Eeehh!)
Now he got even with the photographers who have been
covering the canvas,
And opens the canvas and out comes twelve pigeons! Ha
ha ha!
Twelve homing pigeons have just flown out of the
canvas.
Maestro, what are you doing?
(applause)
You call this painting...
Le Lion de St. Mark.
The lion of St. Mark.
Hommage à Venice.
Homage to Venice, the home (ha ha) of the lion of St.

at last it started in the middle
beginning as it all begins, it forsook the source of
things.
and that which moved flowed over that which stayed, it
made the choice to form a standing wave.
it leaned the out against the in, unfolding in a place
to call its own.
and it gently draped six senses over this house of
cards that it built, and opened ground to the roots of
touch and let them in.
incredible sensations
it was the insatiable feeling of a feeling of
insatiable desire.
and all that it could do was hold tight to that that it
was not.
it told itself it needed names and in so doing it
became.
this is the birth that everyone is always talking
about. the one assumed but not remembered.
but death does not forget.

--- "Hello Mary. Called to, um, wish you good evening
and, uh, wish you good rest. And tell you how much I, uh,
enjoyed your company, uh, last evening. It, uh, really
felt good to lay down next to you. I didn't realize how
much I missed that feeling." ---
--- "Bob, you mess up the telephones up there? Give me a
call when you get a chance." ---
--- "If I was her I'd whip ya good" ---
--- "Good morning, Mary. I thought I'd call you before I
left to catch the bus..." ---
--- "Hey, Robert, you get your dog house built?" ---
--- "Mary, I would whip Bob good, 'cuz he ain't no

Alright now, shhhh, I have the nicest surprise for you,
but you first must wash your face and get ready...
(splashing) hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
Listen carefully... shhh. I want to tell you a story
about Hip Hop.
Hello little Hip Hop.
The flowers liked Hip Hop, and Hip Hop liked the
flowers. (Yes.)
He lived with his sister, Skip Hop (La la la...)
and his brother, Slide Hop. (Hey.)
He never rests. He beats and whirrs and whirrs so fast
that you can't
tell what he looks like. (Thump thump, prrrrrr, click
click, quack.)
Little Hip Hop started to hop, Skip Hop didn't know
when they would
ever stop. Hip Hop for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Look at all the pretty flowers... (Acht, zeven, zes,
grapefruit.)
One day, Hip Hop took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and
jumped...
"ahhhhh!"
Poor Hip Hop, there was was, right in your house...
ooooh.
("Be careful!", "Hello Canada!", "...like Buddhists",
"That's all-natural.", "Nein!", "Gesichts-massage.")
"I closed my eyes and jumped until... Thump!
I didn't mean to hop into your home, really I didn't!"
One small tear came. "Stop crying little Hip Hop,
I'm glad you came to see me. I get lonesome
with no one to make me laugh. Ho ho ho!"
And off they went with a hop and a hip,
a skip and a slide, all happy inside.
Their heads bobbed up and down...
How funny he looks, jumping up and down, whirling in
the air...
and the flowers love him. He's always around some
flowers.
Now you see the trouble little Hip Hop got into.
It was all because he didn't look where he hopped...
and even the flowers talk to each other, like people
but the sounds they make are different.

Yes and no are just distinguished by
distinction, so we choose the in-between.
Give up your books and put an end
to your worries. Enjoy central park in spring.
Our minds are empty, like we're too young
to know to smile.
We know to fear what others fear
is nonsense, right?
The books suggest we set our hearts
on doing nothing,
and then nothing's left undone.
Everybody's busy waiting for the go-ahead,
but by then their heads are gone.
Our minds are empty, grave as well as
strange. (Take this.)
We know to seek success is utter nonsense.
The best is to be blank.
{Here we are. Here we are.

The lemon of pink
Flowing velvet
The lemon...
of pink
(whispered) ... subtle details ...
Hey. Hey. Hey, nigga! (laughter)
Who's working ...
We went through hell
We went through hell
All's well that ends well
Well, well, well, well
I told you
A roof but ...
Was always smokers ourselves
Was always smokers ourselves
We went through hell
We went through hell
All's well that ends well
Well, well, well, well
Well, well
Sometimes
I feel

Balace, Repetition
Composition, Mirrors
most of all the world is a place
where parts of wholes are described
whithin an overarching paradigm of clarity
and accuracy
the context of which makes possible
an underlying sense of the way it all fits together
despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it
as such
but then again
the world without end
is a place where souls are combined
but with an overbearing feeling of disparity,
disorderliness
to ignore is impossible
without getting oneself
into all kinds of trouble
despite one's best intentions
not to get entangled with it so much
and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green
and others are saying things
much better than we ever could
as the quiet becomes suddenly verbose
and the hail is heralding the size of nickles,
and the street corners are gnashing together
like gears inside the head
of some omniscient engineer
and downward flows the garnered wisdom
that has never died
when finally we opened the box
we couldn't find any rules
our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities,
contingencies
but with ever increasing faith
we decided to go ahead and just ingnore them
despite tremendous pressure to capitulate and fade
so instead we went ahead
to fabricate a catalog
of unstable elements
and modicums
and particles with non-zero total strangeness
for brief moments which amount
to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap
and meanwhile we're furiously sleeping green
and the map has started tearing along it's creases
due to overuse
when in reality, it's never needed folds
and the air's witholding the sound
of its wellspring,
and our heads are approaching a density
reminiscent of the connectivity
of the center of the sun
and therein lies the garnered wisdom
that has never died
expectation leads to disappointment
if we don't expect something big, huge, and exciting
usually, uh

following the line of the tide reclining
living on the fat of the sweet sun shining
drawing on the times aligning
walking on the long horizon
there's a little black spot in the sky with diamonds
living off the fat of the sweet sun shining
drawn upon the times colliding
walking on the wide horizon
never never never never never
never never never never never
never
the number on the back of the sign is rising
the gamelan attack of the trines aligning
chance will leave the sky bedizened
sliding on the wide horizon
never is the start of a clever lying
staring at the black of the blind spot hiding
the universe's private bower

Sit up straight and be quiet,
Sit down, son.
Sit up straight in your seat,
And I do not want any more talking, any more moving
about, at all.
Absolutely still, absolutely quiet.
Look up here. Look up here!
Let me have your undivided attention.
Nobody talking, nobody moving,
Absolutely (snap) nobody looking around.
Alright put your hands down, eyes (snap) closed.
Close your eyes, eyes closed.
Come on, right now, come on.
Nobody moving, nobody talking.
Absolutely still, every eye closed.
And, uh, he thought he could, um, uh, he could stop when
he wanted to, that he can stop, you know, when he wants
to stop. And, uh, I don't think that he ever really
believed that he couldn't stop. I really believe it. I
think that he really felt that he could stop whenever he

Can we talk some more?
I don't know.
I don't either.
Monday. January.
Independent!
I'd like to go home and go to sleep,
I'd like to go home and go to sleep.
And you're running down.
And you're running down.
And your head is made of clouds, but your feet are made
of ground.
And you're running down.
You are cursed with a curse.
If you work very hard, my boy, some day you may become,
uhm... women.
(eh he he, bless you, eh hee hee hee ha)
Ce'i n'est pas une pipe.
Yeah!
How are you doing today, I'm not doing ok.
I've got a cramp in my left arm.
Change me, change me (oh oh oh)
And I feel like hell. Uh huh, well why don't you go
home to bed, heh eh em.
Sssssssssssseven.
And you're running down. Ssssssssss.
And you're running down. (the books)
And your head is made of clouds, but your feet are made
of ground.
Aaaarghhhhhh.
And you're running down. (oioioioi)
And crash! The angel of death!
I am the angel of death.
I am the angel of death.
January, our nation is drifting,
strange situation, Monday.
I wonder if I could? Of course you can.
I don't know. True.
I have tried.
Will you try still harder now?
(the situation there is too confused,
what is this, what's he talking about)
I will try to.
(What? Me? No. We need you, for a long long long moment
all was silent, you make it sound as though I would be
a..., it must have been a terrible time, Do not go, is
it really you, I have only one passion, yes father,
what was his name again, I don't understand, it is he,
thank you, of course, no father, well thank you, very
well, the situation there is too confused, what is
this, what's he talking about What? Me? No. We need
you, you make it sound as though I would be uhh..., it
must have been a terrible time, Do not go, the tears
streamed out of my eyes, we have done everything, in
every sense of the word, heh, so you've said and so
you've done, there are three... no four books, why not,
please, heh heh heh heh, yes I see, you've, uh, phrased
that very well.)
Ahhhhh Books. yes yes that's true.
The books. I can't find the books, they must be in La
Jolla.
And your head is made of clouds, but your feet are made
of ground.
and you're running down.
I had stayed up for 46 hours in a row.
Yeah!

I didn't know that, I didn't know that...
(Le cinéma, c'est vingt-quatre fois la vérité par
seconde.)
Get excited about it. Yeah! Whoo!
Whoo! Man, I'm tellin' ya.
Woah! You ready, huh? Alright. Whoo!
Man, that's exciting. Isn't that awesome?
Me. Wow! Unbelievable.
You'll never be the same again after this weekend, will
Style is much more important than substance.
That was all there was?
Aye! Yeah! That's right. You know what I'm sayin'?
(No!) Yeah!
Whoo! I'm tellin' ya. Man.
I just washed my hair.
Thought: you have to stretch it very hard
and it's as hard as a brain.

(laughter)
Nuttiness.
...Oh you think you're gonna do something different than
what
I'm doing right now.
...just having a nice pleasant conversation with your
friends.
...whatever you do this is a wonderful phrase by Gandhi.
...God!
I am who I am, and what I am, and I will be what I will
be. Ok?
Present tense: I am who I am. Not was to be, but I am.
Can you imagine that? I am who I am.
I am who I am.
I will be who I am and what I am.
I will be who I am and what I am.
In other words, I'm going to do it. I am who I am.
I am what I am.
I will be who I am. What I am I will be.
Not going to be. Not was.
I am who I am! I am what I am! And I will be what I will
You are who you are and who you are. Who you are!

Hello, greetings and welcome. Welcome to a new
beginning, for this tape will serve you as a new
beginning. That's right, a new beginning, as we're
about ready to begin. On this recording, music
specifically created for its pleasurable effects upon
your mind, body and emotions is mixed with a warm
orange colored liquid. Your body is now a glass
container. You can smell the orange colored liquid, for
the deeper you go, the deeper you go. And if there's
extra saliva there, swallow it and take yourself down
deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper, and deeper, and
deeper.
Choose.
I will be your guide in this journey, and I hope to be
of help without intruding any more than is absolutely
necessary. You may just possibly detect from my voice
that I am Irish, and now I leap forward in time. The
answer is blowing in the...
I am calm and calm. I am relaxed and relaxed. I am the
loop that goes 'round and 'round in your head, flowing
warmth. Whoever you think you presently are, thank you.
Hmmm...it's far out. It's far out. All that you read,
all that you see, all that you hear. Filling up your
head... orange colored liquid. It is nice to relax,
isn't it. Put the key in the lock, unlock the door, and
a fountain of ears is available. If possible, in our
modern world, listen for your eyes in your ears. We
will continue this pattern until we have reached the
Infinite Everything. Now put on some undergarments and

Ear to the ground I sift through
Piles of falling letters
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves
A part of the hanging garden of the
City
Downtown the sounds of single people
Doing nothing
Nose to the wall
I follow paths of tiny fissures
Falling trapeze, the Japanese
Are watching a garden growing on
An island
Surround the mound and run your

And I see
The hold-out boy and the weather girl,
know the wind moves in a patient way
Like a two-decade day
The man in the mouth of a drain
Laughing and chewing erasers
Like a black dog in the snow
Write in relief and sleep again
and you cant believe your eyes
and you cant find your pen
and the man in the hole
is your new friend's friend
Symmetrical foot in your mouth
and your high speed legs
Your knee-jerks a mark of distinction
It's an elevator put-on
Count your dollar, only one
and count it again
one one one
You can't count it when your dead, no
You keep a pure nose
Write in relief and sleep again
and you get in the hole,
with your new friend's friend
and he cant believe his eyes
and he can't find his pen
And the meteorological man
With a whirl-wind girl
And a mote in the sun
And a squid in a bag
And a raccoon hat
And a talking plant
And a careful goat

Voice Samples:
"[Cheers]. Eagle."
"Fault"
"Gentlemen, good luck."
"65 Thursday."
'Because I just, he kept calling me at night, all hours
of the night, calling my husband, my brother, calling me
every day; he's after me, and I I was devastated I was
without a job, without a salary, I was trying to get
unemployment and I was told it first kicks in after a few
weeks, and I was busy looking for another job, and I also
have a heart condition, and I told him I have a heart
condition, I said, Here take a few dollars, I'm sorry
this happened to you, just but just leave me alone, I'm
not the person who, deposited the check.
"I love you. I LOVE you."

this extraordinary time in history
with consciousness' exploding and developing
take the room that you need to rotate and love
to be in this world
to be a fleshy temple
allow the deep energy to flow through from below
realize that your eyes are made up of atoms that are
microscopic and are mostly space
they are in fact filled with the substance of your
life, your very essence fills these spaces
and even if through accident or by surgery those
powerful structures are removed from your body, relax
let go
expand
there's more space there, than there is matter
more space to relax
you do so much work
so much going on
old, and used up at the atomic level
give yourself a rest
allow yourself to release
through your nose, through your mouth
and into the spaces located just about an inch or an
inch and a half below your metaphorical heart
and about 2 inches behind who you were meant to be
allow greater clarity
finer attunement
the ability to hear essence speak
to allow your brain to expand.
this muscle that pumps the magic of your hands
deep brilliant golden teeth, beaming through the
transverse colon
you too were carved giving your self the buddha belly
with love
with the passage of food over millions of years
realize for a moment that the average human brain only
uses 5% of their brain

Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath, you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you
when you were young
Told of a life where spring has sprung
You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth
Sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
Ill just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day
you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me

[Reverse]Behold the finite set of thirteen convex figures
The irrational sine versus tangent 45
Behold the finite set of thirteen convex figures
The irrational sine versus tangent 45
And we genuflect before pure abstraction
1.05946 twelth root of two, amen
To begin again
To revenerate seven pieces
endlessly manifold self-contained revealed (?)
With all respect we besiege the books of figures

That's the picture.
You s-you see it for yourself.
There it is. It's a man.
There it is, with uhhh...
Be good to them always.
You know I simply
cannot understand people.
Oh, how sadly we mortals are decieved
by our own imagination.
This is not real life; this is, for us
aleatoric television,
a mixed consort of soft instruments.
I can hear a collective rumbling in America.
I've lost my house, you've lost your house.
I don't suppose it matters which way we go.
This great society is going smash.
Oh. he's in the middle of putting things together and
organizing himself.
You do not need to stand on one foot.
The modern town hardly knows silence.
You are doing something the whole world is doing.
You know I simply
cannot understand people.
Oh, how sadly we mortals are decieved
by our own imagination.
This is not real life; this is, for us
aleatoric television,
a mixed consort of soft instruments.
A culture is no better than its woods:
a feeling of being connected with the past.
Look at it this way: you may fall and break your leg,
and so one leg is shorter than the other.

Eat rye straw
Leave, withdraw
Drink ink tea
Stay with me
Fame stay shy
By way of why
Wait, lie low
Old ones' odd odes
Read. Read on
Read, read on
Breathe, be calm
You're gone, gone on
it's strange to see how time agrees to slow down for owls
with knees.
Read. Read on
Read, read on
Breathe, be calm

He saw Mars but he felt Neptune,
he had hoped to feel a certain strong emotion but this
is all they had to say:
"I was the son of a man, and so we came together and we
shook hands."
"We shook hands."
He often wondered what a million people would look like
scattered randomly
across a moonless sky, and how unlikely it would be
that they would all just say the
obvious thing:
"You may call me brother now."
"Yes, brother, I know."
He is forty two,
five-feet-eight-inches tall,
normally wears his curly hair long.
He has a ruddy complexion, broad shoulders and is
barrel-chested,
is unusually strong.
He frequently wears a full beard and sometimes glasses.
He is a college graduate, a talented artist, and
sculptor.
Now, Maps is a soft-spoken loner, who resents society
and all organizations.
Maps fancies himself a ladies' man.
He is an avid chess player, smokes cigarettes, and a
pipe.
He is a beer drinker and loves to eat.
Maps is a man of widespread interests, who might very
well be living abroad.
He felt lost but he felt pretty intensely good,
and he woke up screaming having dreamed of a color he
had never seen before:
"I went to bed and to sleep, it was so unexpected, it
really was frightening, and I saw
pretty much
the same thing embedded in my pillow."
He had no trouble recognizing patterns in the most
delicate arrays of tangled lines,
but he had a strange fixation on partaking in nefarious
things:
"Stealing, lying, cheating, gambling, fornicate..."
He saw red, but he thought five.
He was pleased to find his road trip was enhanced by
number-color synesthesia:
"My trusty Rosinante bounds along the road very well,
leaving the friendly aroma of donuts and
chicken tenders hanging in the desert air."
He willed away the miles while quixotically attempting
to reclaim his inner child,
he was embrangled and enmeshed in something far too
loud to comprehend:
"I want all of the American people to understand that
it is
understandable that the American

yeah... and if it's a wall, then you should cast a
shadow.
or maybe possibly, it's a thought you think is true,
when you appear to be: belief, belief.
I never loved a wall so much.
hey yeah...
asleep in a chair,
where the two go click.
Look at the floor, flat pattern order.
oh, it's the great power one receives from a very modest
source,
oh, and you don't feel a thing,

(In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps
tonight.)
A cold freezin' night.
Oh, Baby.
Kill em'. I wish I was a boy.
A cold freezin' night.
Oh, Baby.
Ah, Ow, Ah, Ow.
C'mon, Clap, clap, clap.
Alright that's the attitude.
Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ah, Ow.
And, I wish I was a boy.
A cold freezin' night.
Holy cow!
Why do you always get away with things?
It's not fair, I tell ya. It's not fair.
I wanna blow your brains out with...
I am gonna kill you.
I need to think of something, so you stay alive
as long as I want you to, because so I can kill you.
You are such an idiot idiot idiot idiot.
I can kill you with a rifle...
a shotgun, any way I want to.
Probably by cutting your toes off and working my way
towards your brain.
A cold freezin' night. Oh, Baby.
Oh, sing with me! Sing with me!
Boys do tougher than girls, I know that.
And, I wish I was a boy.
And he is a asshole.
He is that asshole.
He's takin' a box off of his asshole.
I wish I was a boy.
Kill 'em.
I'm gonna kill you.
I'm gonna rip your hair off.
You're gonna be bald, and everybody's gonna think...
Ay! A cold freezin' night.
Oh, Baby.
Ah, Ow, Ah, Ow.
Sing with me! Sing with me!
I believe I can soar.
Ayo, Uh! Ay.
Shake your booty.
(giant swordfight)
You are such a NERD.
Asshole.
I wish I was a boy.
You're gonna get busted.
Kill 'em! Dead.
I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna rip your hair off.
You're gonna be bald, and everybody's gonna think:
"Eh, look at Meredith, she's an idiot, ha ha ha."
(Yo, hey _______ a nerd. You're a nerd! Ha ha ha ha

God I'm scared to think back
About everything that has come before me
Our time and future histories
My I've wandered this library for years now
Killing time whilst time slowly killed me
But I know
Time, time is precious
And time will forget us
And time, time is precious
And time will forget us.
Time, time is precious

You said you couldn't find anyone to love you
I said there's more to life than a broken heart dear console you
I've seen it in your eyes
And I've read it in books
Who wants love
Without the looks
Well you said I spend my life chasing rainbows
Oh I said that's a cliché phrase and anyway I like it when the rain goes
I've seen it in your eyes
And IÂ've read it in books
Who wants love
Without the looks
And I came a long way before I came across the sea
Oh I did love for you and what did you do for me
Oh but I'm gonna be strong
And it's getting much stronger
it may take a week
But it won't be longer