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Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may God’s love be with you
Spoken: Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Lift-off
This is Ground Control to Major Tom You’ve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare
“This is Major Tom to Ground Control I’m stepping through the door And I’m floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today
For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do
Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much (she knows!) Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear....
“ am I floating round my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do.? in a spacey mood. [she says sitting watching star trek and listening to this particular song.] i am though. and i don't know why. i mean it's not like you can control stuff like this, but i think it's weird. and actually i have no clue why i'm even posting this. i mean i just felt like putting the lyrics down and i guess this is just the resoning behind so you actually read the lyrics. though you don't have to and probably won't. but it is a good song. hmm. i should go take a shower. yeah. i will. just not for another 10 minutes i guess. and psht. forget showers, try a bubble bath. i had one liek a month ago and now i'm all addicted and s**t. they're pretty darn relaxing, i must say. and i am not obsessed with nirvana [directed at any who say i am. 'cause it's bugging me.] it's just something i know about so i talk about. simple as that, and i don't even talk about kurt all the time, or even a noticiable fraction of it. so boo you whore. 'cause you're wrong. ha. speaking of nirvana, [heh couldn't resist an opening.] i was listening to bleach on the bus and was all "effing love this CD." but it was more amental thing so i guess i should be using ' 's' but moving on. it occured to me that wow. i dunno. i just really do love that band. enough so to kill my whole "having a favourite band is stupid. rawr. scream " thing and make them it. 'cause..well come on. listen to the guitar in smells like teen spirit. or the lyrics in in bloom. or the story behind polly. or even just the sound of downer. i swear, it's so much ******** better than any s**t you'll hear now-a-days. and man the number of people effected by kurt's death [note that i said 'death' and not suicide.] and all the teen suicides, which were in the hundreds, when people found out. killing themselves because they thought that's what kurt did, well it's pretty ******** crazy. that's why i submit to the murder theory. and s**t. anyway, i can't remember what i was doing with this, again. and it's hard to think "nirvana" while listening to coheed. so yeah. ttfnbitch<3
.!conoclast. · Wed Jan 24, 2007 @ 12:10am · 2 Comments |
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