Whoa » September 25, 2010
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It was the summer of '95 (so what?!),
in the backyard, shaving the old plies.
Feeling so strong, something went wrong.
Straight into my finger,
what a stinger, it was so long.
I still remember that day, like the day
that I said that I swear, "I'll never hurt myself again",
but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong,
to be wrong, to be wrong.
So i've got to keep holding on...
they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk,
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest...
Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,
when you know you're going to die by the end of the night."

I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good, cruising the hood;
straight into the real world, rich kids never understood.
But I don't care. I can fade away to anywhere.
Don't stop because you might get dropped
and if you do who's going to pick you up.
Well I won't... they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk,
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest...
Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,
when you know you're going to die by the end of the night."
"Keasbey Nights" by Catch 22
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Camera: Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XT
Date Taken: September 24, 2010
Flash: Fired
Lens: 28 mm
Aperture: f/4.5
Shutter: 1/60 sec
ISO: 400
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  • GravatarBen Semisch // Dec 09, 2010

    Haha this is a pretty cool shot.

   

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