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"Nobody Knows Me at All" by The Weepies

When I was a child everybody smiled, nobody knows me at all
Very late at night and in the morning light, nobody knows me at all


Now I got lots of friends, yes, but then again, nobody knows me at all
...

... I don't give a damn, I'm happy as a clam, nobody knows me at all

Ah, what can you do? There's nobody like you. Nobody knows me at all
...


ba ha, i love this picture. [yeah, i've posted it before. it's that good.]


"Hideaway" by The Weepies

... I see the bare moon
Raise his big bald head
I see my friends play the fool
I'll make my own way

In the wide world
Just know I don't want to wander too far

Even the stars

Sometimes fade to gray
Even the stars

Hideaway


Some call me

All kinds of names

Some say I don't play the right kind of game
I try to be honest

I try to be kind
And honestly leave when I know that it's time
I know that it's time


Hear a phoebe sing his only song
The summer's day is hovering

I'll write my full heart
Troubles fly like embers

Out the windows of our traveling car

Even the stars

Sometimes fade to gray

Even the stars

Hideaway

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I have a teacher who enunciates his words. He talks slowly and pauses for inordinate amounts of time in an attempt to create a dramatic moment. Sitting in the back row of the class as he says, "speaK" or "rumP" I can feel the spit flying toward me. I have to look down so he doesn't see the disgusted faces I'm making involuntarily (kinda like Justice Samuel Alito last night). He has good intentions, I suppose. There are a few brown-nosers and butt-kissers in the class and they are even more frustrating then him -- them trying to be funny, trying to be unique, trying to impress this enUNciaTing, arTiCulaTing man. Bah.

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I bought a guitar. Did I tell you?




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