Vermont i/vɜrˈmɒnt/ is a state in the New England region of the northeastern United States. Vermont is the 6th least extensive and the 2nd least populous of the 50 United States. It is the only New England state not bordering the Atlantic Ocean. Lake Champlain forms half of Vermont's western border, which it shares with the state of New York. The Green Mountains are within the state. Vermont is bordered by Massachusetts to the south, New Hampshire to the east, New York to the west, and the Canadian province of Quebec to the north.
Originally inhabited by two major Native American tribes (the Algonquian-speaking Abenaki and the Iroquois), much of the territory that is now Vermont was claimed by France during its early colonial period. France ceded the territory to the Kingdom of Great Britain after being defeated in 1763 in the Seven Years' War (also called the French and Indian War). For many years, the nearby colonies, especially New Hampshire and New York, disputed control of the area (then called the New Hampshire Grants). Settlers who held land titles granted by these colonies were opposed by the Green Mountain Boys militia, which eventually prevailed in creating an independent state, the Vermont Republic. Founded in 1777 during the Revolutionary War, the republic lasted for fourteen years. Vermont is one of seventeen U.S. states (along with Texas, Hawaii, the brief California Republic, and each of the original Thirteen Colonies) to have had a sovereign government in the past. In 1791, Vermont joined the United States as the 14th state, the first outside the original 13 Colonies. It abolished slavery while still independent, and upon joining the Union became the first state to have done so.
Staring up at stars
From the back seat of a stationwagon
Carving the night
Trees keep marching by
Light poles blur into a stream
Blazing laser beams
All...
These...
Stars....
My thoughts are trivial pursuits
My heart's a bomb that's been defused
What now?
There's no more use for me
I'm wasting energy
Muscles are weaklings
Thoughts just defeat me
Numbness is effortless
I could get used to this
Driving through Vermont
Overwhelmed by the insignificance
My conscience was my crutch
For a heightened existence
This other wordliness
These...
Schoolboy...
Lies....
I've been deprived reality
Brought up by holy ghosts and saints
What now?
I'm the delinquent here
I'm the contagious one
This heart is hopeless
I feel the numbness
All Hail The Atheist
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
In the background, there's a noise.
All the feet marking time in a straight line.
And you can't turn back cause you're better off.
You gotta maintain your stance.
In the background, there's a voice
Singing softly, but surely to break you down.
That no matter what they say, what you're wearing still matters.
An unmotivated crowd; blood, sweat, and tears poured into staying safelike tenth-grade apprehension - Oh!
And my navy blue isn't black enough, so I'll keep my head down.
Was it innovation or formal?
You dance the same dance as everyone.
Smash your equipment in a rage; it's all the rage and a guaranteed way to Heaven.
Hallelujah! we're all saved!
and though Heather said i should write it down,
Well, I will be forgotten.
But the eternal face for prom queen is here to stay.
Gesticulate, try to make a move and break free.
And you thought conformity was so passe`.
But no matter what they tell you, everything is high school.
And it's ob-la-di-bla-da and you walk away.
You can try to make a change.
More like try to shift in a straight jacket.
No matter what they say ou walk away, cause you dance the same dance.
Just walk away.