March 04, 2004
Careful.
Apparently I am fragile.
Heart of Glass
What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?
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All I really have to say about that is, once I had a love, it was a gas. Soon turned out had a heart of glass. Not to mention my "mucho mistrust".
(found at From Behind the Wall of Sleep)
OO-OO-O-O.
Posted by: Emily at March 4, 2004 05:14 PMLove is so confusing.
Posted by: red at March 4, 2004 05:16 PMNaturally. It's a second-hand emotion.
Posted by: Dan at March 4, 2004 05:21 PMOkay, lumping in Tina Turner lyrics with Blondie is just like 50 kinds of wrong.
This is not to say that I don't despise "Heart of Glass". Blondie does disco. If I were of a certain age when that song came out, I would have started a riot over that.
Posted by: Emily at March 4, 2004 05:33 PMCan we just take a second to discuss the stupidity of the lyrics "mucho mistrust"?
Posted by: red at March 4, 2004 05:36 PMI could write a thesis about it.
Posted by: Emily at March 4, 2004 05:42 PMYou can shatter glass, with your heart of stone, but you won't get far on your own.
You keep runnin' hot, and blowing cold and everything you hold just falls apart like shattered glass!
Posted by: Patrick at March 4, 2004 05:50 PMPatrick, ain't it the truth, my friend, ain't it the truth.
Posted by: red at March 4, 2004 05:53 PMI got "fire", but I don't think the quiz was aimed at my gender. Most of us don't go running to the phone to talk to friends to make a b-line to pints of Ben and Jerrys.
Posted by: Bill McCabe at March 4, 2004 05:58 PMI got crystal.
Posted by: Laura at March 4, 2004 06:03 PMOh don't get me started. Love makes me feel so schizophrenic. When I'm out of it, I want in, and when I'm in I want out.
Fear...that's what I feel when I'm in love.
And man...that ain't good.
And how about if we throw in the Tempations "Ball of Confusion"? Granted it's not a love song, but it's definitely how I feel when I'm in it..."Hey, hey!"
Posted by: Fee at March 4, 2004 06:25 PMCrystal. Maybe I shouldn't have answered that one with: Lock yourself up in your house. Ignore the phone. Drink.
Posted by: Dave at March 4, 2004 07:22 PMFire for me. Roasty toasty.
Posted by: Mr. Lion at March 4, 2004 07:58 PMI'm gold. I don't think it works for men. I doubt carbon-carbon composite was an available option.
Posted by: CW at March 4, 2004 09:29 PMShe sings in my right ear, and whispers in my left.
The wet smack of her lips like flipping a switch.
She is the player who takes the audience against their will,
ravishment overcoming the day’s apathy, cynicism and pain.
Arousing, not a rush of blood, but restlessness
Rooted in the past, rooted in the earth
No, More.
A need to labor, sweaty and dizzying
Second wind stoned
Slipping soul with Eve primeval
Drifting away, wandering, wondering
Where that arresting bitch went
Leaving my dusty lips gritty and tasting of mud
Sucking thin air, the smell of dust and sage fills my head
Empty high desert
Blood on the hot sandstone
Stain set, a scar upon my soul
Crystal for me.
(SHE'S GOT A) BRAIN SCRAMBLING DEVICE - Kepi Ghoulie
I can feel it when I'm lying down.
I can feel it when I walk around.
I can feel her influence over me.
I can struggle but I can't break free.
She's got a brain scrambling device, I feel it in my head.
She's got a brain scrambling device, power concentrated.
She's got a brain scrambling device, I feel it in my head.
She's got a brain scrambling device.
Tried to remove it with a kitchen knife, but I just about removed my life.
Tried to remove it with a pair of pliers, but I couldn't disconnect the wires.
She's got a brain scrambling device.
What can you say
When a girl doesn't want to know
She's too far away
And she makes my life a dream
This quiz said I had a "heart of stone." That ... well, it *would* have hurt if I cared about such things. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Posted by: Benjamin Kepple at March 5, 2004 07:20 PMI have a heart of gold apparently.
Posted by: jean at March 8, 2004 11:17 AM