mean creek

make believe

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 07:15:36 +0000

i march the steps to a sad little beating drum
it guides me to laughter and across the ocean
it crashes through this song and rings inside my ears
just like the others ill watch this one disappear

im paralyzed by the sound of the beating drum
like the glow of a tv and repeating reruns
is it useless to crave things youre certain are make believe?
ill watch them on the screen and pray it happens to me

you say you want to be something more
dont you want to be something more
you say you want to be something more
still you stay the same

i march the steps to a sad little beating drum
much further away but i’m back where i started from

beg and plead

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 07:15:16 +0000

should have known better than to be myself in front of no one else alone
should have known better than to stand up tall should have known i’d fall alone
tried to turn pages in a withered book caked with dirt and soot i moan

why you wanna rip me up when you got me begging on my knees

truth hits you hard drowning in its muck you either hide or duck alone
lies hit you light like a feathers touch getting beat too much i moan

not to dream

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 07:13:42 +0000

run senorita run
politicians are coming for your daughters and sons
you helped build their homes on what once was your sand
but there’s no room for you in the promised land

fly senorita fly
there’s a place for you way up in the sky
in the truest land of opportunity
where money is burned
and freedom is free

run americans run
from lives filled with nothing but what needs to get done
’til you’re too scared to sleep cause you’ve learned not to dream
and apathy splits you like a guillotine

fly americans fly
there’s a place for you way up in the sky
in the truest land of opportunity
where money is burned
and freedom is free

ep1

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 07:11:36 +0000

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more info coming soon.

meancreek.net!

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 06:24:13 +0000

A website (alternatively, web site or Web site) is a collection of Web pages, images, videos or other digital assets that is hosted on one or several Web server(s), usually accessible via the Internet, cell phone or a LAN. A Web page is a document, typically written in HTML, that is almost always accessible via HTTP, a protocol that transfers information from the Web server to display in the user’s Web browser.

we have a website. we suppose it was time to get hip with it. enjoy it. poke around. click the pull-tabby thing if you are confused.

don’t get too comfy though. it’s likely to take on some drastic changes soon.

who are you?

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 06:16:26 +0000

pull me into your ring of sin and certain fate
tell me how to walk
tell me how to talk
tell me how to hate
give me rules to follow everywhere i go
show me how to be
someone more like you
so they don’t ask me

who are you?

pull the curtains open so i can finally breathe
when their room’s lit
and mine is dark
so they cant see

money makes me sad

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 05:57:01 +0000

a woman’s walking with bare feet
up and down the filthy street
she boards a subway car
her nail polish is chipping off
she prays for saints that will not scoff or blow her off
so i light a match inside my brain
my head explodes blood covers the train
she stares in awe
people keep on walking by
they crush my nose poke my eye
she wards them off

she says money makes me sad
but i’m too sad to cry
money makes me sad
but i’m too sad to cry
too truthful to lie
and too numb to die

i get up and walk around
my heads in pieces on the ground
she fixes what’s been done
she screams out all her lungs
ties them together with my tongue
and shows everyone
people freeze they don’t speak a word
they drop to their knees and offer her the world
she rights their wrong
she says i don’t need nothing from you
i’ve only done what i hope you’d do
and that’s where we belong

hiding place

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 05:54:13 +0000

words that we speak
it’s like we were made from a stone where we say things
in hopes to break them all apart
friendships remain we just close our eyes and pretend it’s the same
but we can’t no matter how hard we try

this once was a hiding place where no one could find
its now where everyone shines

tied up in knots, the day we let go is the day we forgot
just what we all have become

to never again

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 05:51:56 +0000

war is a-ragin’ don’t you understand
cause a rich man son took the world in his hands
he said “this here is mine, to do with as i please
get out of my way or fall to your knees”

he took the whole world and swallowed it down
and it burned in his stomach ‘til there was no one around
sent him all alone in the naked wide
crying to jesus “where is my life?”

i hope to never again
have to cope with this darkness, my friend

people they say there’s no peace without war
and what would you do if they came to your door
we’ve gotta kill them all now and make sure that we’ve won
before given any thought to the things we have done

the same place

admin — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 05:46:27 +0000

as i walk through your hallways naked
with signs taped all across my back
you promised that i would feel equal
with rings of gold wrapped around my neck

my attentions now given to these characters
who remind me of all that i lack
i can’t lay in your blanket of protection
i’ve grown i feel old and i know

we begin right here (with you)
we being right here
always in the same place with you

as i walk through your streets of desolation
they all call me out by name
i met you at the chapel congregation
you promised we’d always be the same