:: mike errico diary ::

:: Saturday, April 23, 2005 ::

Packing My Bags

Packing my bags again
I can't believe I'm packing my bags again
Can't believe you still can't see me yet,
And I'm packing my bags.

Packing my bags, and letting go
All this time, and all I know
I went all in, I watched you fold
And I'm packing my bags.

Why believe
You're ever gonna see
Anything
Differently?

solo

Packing my bags, and giving up
The worthless stuff that cost too much
I came to play, you never showed up
And I'm packing my bags.

Why believe
You're ever gonna see
Anything
Differently?



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:: mike 5:13 PM [+] ::

Ever Since

I dreamt you
I drew you
Long before I thought that I might never find you
I chased you
I traced you
And held your picture up into the light

All the weight of nights and days too long to list
All the parties I've been to
You were missed

I've waited ever since
I've waited ever since

I met you
Tried to forget you
Even though I felt somehow someone had sent you
Here, to me
And as if you knew me
We picked up where we left off in another life

At times I've tried to settle out for so much less than this
Saved only by the hope in every eyelash wish

I've waited ever since
I've waited ever since

Solo

All the weight of nights and days too long to list
All the parties I've been to
You were missed

I've waited ever since
I've waited ever since
I've waited ever since
I met you.
:: mike 2:10 PM [+] ::

Cover shot for Lesley Gore came back from the graphic designer, and looks great. Really classic, simple, vibey... I'm really into it.

Wild.


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:: mike 2:05 PM [+] ::

Run


I don't think that I belong here
I had a different life in mind
If I were not so shot full of poison
I'd just leave it all behind
And move out of the city
If I could figure out where
Though everything that terrifies me
Would just be waiting for me there

I'm getting to
Escaping from
The rush of air that burns the lungs
But something there keeps telling me
To run

I went from having lots of bad friends
To feeling totally alone
I'm gonna have to call that progress
Though I wish I'd made it long ago
I'm still trying to find a woman
Who's strong enough to be with me
When I cry like nightclubs in the morning
For what's still so far out of reach

Chorus

What I need is some peace of mind
But it's just like me to make believe that everything's just fine
While I rub these wounds like pennies, like someday they're gonna shine
And they never do.

Solo
Chorus

Run
Run
Run
:: mike 2:02 PM [+] ::

Straight Outta Compton: The Director's Cut...

Use headphones

CLICK HERE
:: mike 11:37 AM [+] ::

We have a new pope.

I know what you're thinking. And no, I won't sing it right now.



Amen.


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:: mike 10:13 AM [+] ::