This list is written for the WBB. William Beckett blog.
5: Warped Tour 08
Freaking out after I saw Nate Navarro walking down the street.
Me: awmuhgawd, its the guy from cobra starship
Him: yeah
Me: NATE !
Him: ...yeah
Me: agh, you're soo cool
Him: ...thanks
Me:ah !
Him: *walks away nervously*
4: Warped Tour 08'
Hyperventilating after William got off stage, and went to the front of the barricades and I was pushed against him, while the mob in back of me tried touching him. He awkwardly half hugged me . All thanks to my poster that said 'I Love William Eugene Beckett Jr'
3: Warped Tour 08'
Nearly passing out because THE gabe saporta blew me a kiss from the stage, because of an 'I Love Gabe' poster. ^.^
That was heaven. I elbowed some girl in the face for calling me an attention whore.
2: Bill & Travs Bogus Adventure Tour
Singging William Beckett 'the phrase that pays' at Revolution (ft. Lauderdale) in the rain. I don't think that boys ever been serenaded in the rain before, specially not in his own concert. We probably sounded terrible, but we try Mr. Beckett.
And the top fan girl moment of 08' is:
Bill & Travs bogus adventure tour. Everyone who knows me must remember this moment in time, because iw ent on about it for two weeks after it.
When I, Carolyn Nicole Martinez Class, grabbed William Beckett hand, took the microphone at the end of the show from him, dragged him eyelevel to me, and he went to take the microphone. Where I touched his face, and his luscious hair, and the moment in time in which I pulled his arm, managing to take one of the gazillion bracelets in his arm. Which he held onto for about two minutes, and then let go.
That is my top fives list of two thousand and eight.
<3
Monday, December 29, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
We The Kings Part ll
I have their self titled album 'We The Kings' . And its honestly amazing.
Secret Valentine is a great start, its upbeat, but Travis voice sails clearly baove the music, nad its so nice, and pure. Beautiful?
The album is reflective, not something you just listen to, and sing along, though you can if you wish.
Travis, I believe is a mature artist, for this beaing their first album at all, it doesn't sound like just another SELL ME CD.
Maybe, some artist should learn about the boys (:
This is what in my opinion The Academy Is...'s first album should've sounded like.
Currently Listening to: Skyway Avenue - We The Kings
Secret Valentine is a great start, its upbeat, but Travis voice sails clearly baove the music, nad its so nice, and pure. Beautiful?
The album is reflective, not something you just listen to, and sing along, though you can if you wish.
Travis, I believe is a mature artist, for this beaing their first album at all, it doesn't sound like just another SELL ME CD.
Maybe, some artist should learn about the boys (:
This is what in my opinion The Academy Is...'s first album should've sounded like.
Currently Listening to: Skyway Avenue - We The Kings
Saturday, December 13, 2008
I've Lost Respect For Paramore
Besides them becoming complete sell outs here's a list:
1. They can't think of a theme for there new album.
2. They expect everyone to love them.
3. They spend all their time at home.
3. When they make public appearances they act like snobs.
4. Hayley died her hair dark.
5. Cassadee Pope from Hey Monday is a lot cooler !
(:
Peace.
1. They can't think of a theme for there new album.
2. They expect everyone to love them.
3. They spend all their time at home.
3. When they make public appearances they act like snobs.
4. Hayley died her hair dark.
5. Cassadee Pope from Hey Monday is a lot cooler !
(:
Peace.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Blue And Yellow
Quinn Allman POV
Lyrics from Blue and Yellow by The Used
And it's all in how you mix the two,
And it starts just where the light exists.
It's a feeling that you cannot miss,
And it burns a hole,
Through everyone that feels it.
I sat there, intaking the smell of hospital, I had always attempted to keep far from these. Where everything smelled too clean, and the sheets smelled like blood on a chlorinated overdose. I ran my hand worriedly across my light bleached hair. Bert looking at me weakly, managing to keep his barely eyes open. He was still beautiful. His dark black hair against the perfect endless crisp white hospital sheets. He didn't deserve to be there, dying. But I rather not think about what was coming, I wanted to stay at this moment in time, where I still had him. I knew he wasn't going to be with us much longer. I turned to Jepha, who's eyes were wide, and cheeks tear stained. Then I turned to Dan, who sat in a far off corner, away from us all. Who's bottom lip quivered, and who's eyes had become cold, and stone. We all sat here, silently wishing we could take Bert far away, we could give him our life, but we knew it wasn't possible. I would've given the world to see Bert stand, to see him laugh.
Well you're never gonna find it,
If you're looking for it,
Won't come your way,yeah
Well you'll never find it,
If your looking for it. (looking for it)
"Quinn" Jepha mumbled, heading out the door. We had watched Berts health deteriorate. Smoking was a bad habit, we were all aware of what I could do to a person. But we had laughed it off, swearing Bert was immortal, nothing would ever hurt him. We were wrong, gravely wrong.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, your hands were shaking,
Rather waste some time with you.
Jepha was gone, to deal with the pain his own way. I knew Dan would stand up soon, and disappear. I was the one person who insisted in being here all the time. Who insisted that Bert would be better. But I was wrong. Dan no longer cried, he had ran out of tears too long ago. And Jepha knew this was all coming, and he had his own ways to dealing with loosing our bestfriend. But all I could do was sit here and cry. Sit here and die with him.
And you never would have thought in the end,
How amazing it feels just to live again,
It's a feeling that you cannot miss,
It burns a hole, through everyone that feels it.
Well you're never gonna find it,
If you're looking for it, won't come your way, yeah
Well you'll never find it, if you're looking for it. (looking for it)
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
"Quinn" he mumbled softly, and I was instantly at his side. Grasping his hand in an attempt to never let go, never let him go. His grasp was weak, and I knew this was all literally killing him. And I wanted the pain to go away.
"Tell me Bert" I mumbled, my voice breaking. I didn't want him to hear my pain, knowing it would only make it worse.
"Quinn my body hurts. It all hurts. When will this end" he asked, with such strain in his voice. His eyes filled with pain.
"Bert, don't say that. Hang in there" I said, sobbing loudly. He raised his arms slowly, wiping away my tears. It was terrifying, how he laid there wiping my tears away. Managing to be the most beautiful person I had ever met.
"Sleep Bert. It'll all be alright. I promise" I said, kissing his weak pale hand. I loved him. He smiled weakly, that beautiful smile of his. The one I had grown to love.
By the way, your hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough.
By the way, my words were faded.
Rather waste some time with you.
(Time with you... time with you time with you
Waste some time with you... waste some time with you)
He closed his eyes, and I knew he was still alive, by the constant beat of the monitor behind me. I knew I could still see his beautiful eyes again. The room had grown quiet, the only evident sounds were the relieving beeps and the breaths Bert took. Each a fight made by his body to stay alive.
"Sir, would you like to disconnect life support" the doctor said. I took a look a Bert, how much had the person I adored change in such a short time. And I could feel the tears still pouring out of my eyes.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, your hands were shaking.
Rather waste my time with you.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough.
By the way, my words were faded.
Rather waste my time with you.
"Yes" I stated, looking at Bert. Who looked so beautiful. So peaceful. I missed the way he used to be. The person who I wanted to be near me every second of the time. Dan was staring at me, but I didn't care. I was baout to give up my own happiness to see him smile one more time.
"Bert" I said, tugging at the white sheet around him.
"You have five minutes to say goodbye to the patient" the doctor stated, looking down at the plastic floors.
"Jepha" dan said, standing and going to the door. Jepha walked in. They both kneeled by the bed. Bert was half awake.
"Bert" Jepha asked softly, Bert nodded painfully.
"You're the greatest. I love you dude" he said softly, wrapping his arms around him. Then standing up, and wiping a tear away before it could crawl down his skin.
"Dan" Bert mumbled, with a half smile. Dan squeezed his hand.
"Bert, this fucking sucks. See you on the other side. Nothing will ever be the same. I mean we knew it was coming but I didn't think it would hurt so much. You're the greatest friend" Dan said, I watched silently as the tears rolled down his face. It was my turn.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, my hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you.
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
(fading)
"Bert" I said softly, biting my lip to stop the sobs. He life his hand, running it across my skin. I took it in my hands and kissed his knuckles.
"Quinn" he mumbled weakly. And I put my finger on his lips. I could see he was suffering.
"Robert McCracken I love you" I said, managing to speak. I was choking slowly in my own tears.
"Quinn, I love you too" he said softly. Im sure he did not understand what I meant by that.
"Bert, I love you. More than anything in the world, more than myself" I stated boldly. He gently grabbed my blond hair, pressing me closer. Then he softly kissed my lips. Managing to smile weakly.
"I love you too Quinn Allman. More than anyone. Make me a promise" he said, suddenly filled with strength. And he looked so beautiful, like he had so long ago.
"I can't believe I've wasted all this time. I mean I though you didn't like guys. Robert McCracken I've loved you since the day we met. And now its over, for both of us" I said in a broken voice. Bert rapped his arms around me. He as always was still consoling me, when I should've been the one consoling him.
"No Quinn. Its over for me. Not you. Make me a promise, you'll be mine forever" he said softly, I nodded. Kissing his lips one more time. And I watched a tear crawl out of his eyes, slide down his face. And the moment the tear touched the perfect hospital sheets the beats coming from the machine stopped, and hit one long high note.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, my hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you
Lyrics from Blue and Yellow by The Used
And it's all in how you mix the two,
And it starts just where the light exists.
It's a feeling that you cannot miss,
And it burns a hole,
Through everyone that feels it.
I sat there, intaking the smell of hospital, I had always attempted to keep far from these. Where everything smelled too clean, and the sheets smelled like blood on a chlorinated overdose. I ran my hand worriedly across my light bleached hair. Bert looking at me weakly, managing to keep his barely eyes open. He was still beautiful. His dark black hair against the perfect endless crisp white hospital sheets. He didn't deserve to be there, dying. But I rather not think about what was coming, I wanted to stay at this moment in time, where I still had him. I knew he wasn't going to be with us much longer. I turned to Jepha, who's eyes were wide, and cheeks tear stained. Then I turned to Dan, who sat in a far off corner, away from us all. Who's bottom lip quivered, and who's eyes had become cold, and stone. We all sat here, silently wishing we could take Bert far away, we could give him our life, but we knew it wasn't possible. I would've given the world to see Bert stand, to see him laugh.
Well you're never gonna find it,
If you're looking for it,
Won't come your way,yeah
Well you'll never find it,
If your looking for it. (looking for it)
"Quinn" Jepha mumbled, heading out the door. We had watched Berts health deteriorate. Smoking was a bad habit, we were all aware of what I could do to a person. But we had laughed it off, swearing Bert was immortal, nothing would ever hurt him. We were wrong, gravely wrong.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, your hands were shaking,
Rather waste some time with you.
Jepha was gone, to deal with the pain his own way. I knew Dan would stand up soon, and disappear. I was the one person who insisted in being here all the time. Who insisted that Bert would be better. But I was wrong. Dan no longer cried, he had ran out of tears too long ago. And Jepha knew this was all coming, and he had his own ways to dealing with loosing our bestfriend. But all I could do was sit here and cry. Sit here and die with him.
And you never would have thought in the end,
How amazing it feels just to live again,
It's a feeling that you cannot miss,
It burns a hole, through everyone that feels it.
Well you're never gonna find it,
If you're looking for it, won't come your way, yeah
Well you'll never find it, if you're looking for it. (looking for it)
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
"Quinn" he mumbled softly, and I was instantly at his side. Grasping his hand in an attempt to never let go, never let him go. His grasp was weak, and I knew this was all literally killing him. And I wanted the pain to go away.
"Tell me Bert" I mumbled, my voice breaking. I didn't want him to hear my pain, knowing it would only make it worse.
"Quinn my body hurts. It all hurts. When will this end" he asked, with such strain in his voice. His eyes filled with pain.
"Bert, don't say that. Hang in there" I said, sobbing loudly. He raised his arms slowly, wiping away my tears. It was terrifying, how he laid there wiping my tears away. Managing to be the most beautiful person I had ever met.
"Sleep Bert. It'll all be alright. I promise" I said, kissing his weak pale hand. I loved him. He smiled weakly, that beautiful smile of his. The one I had grown to love.
By the way, your hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough.
By the way, my words were faded.
Rather waste some time with you.
(Time with you... time with you time with you
Waste some time with you... waste some time with you)
He closed his eyes, and I knew he was still alive, by the constant beat of the monitor behind me. I knew I could still see his beautiful eyes again. The room had grown quiet, the only evident sounds were the relieving beeps and the breaths Bert took. Each a fight made by his body to stay alive.
"Sir, would you like to disconnect life support" the doctor said. I took a look a Bert, how much had the person I adored change in such a short time. And I could feel the tears still pouring out of my eyes.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, your hands were shaking.
Rather waste my time with you.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough.
By the way, my words were faded.
Rather waste my time with you.
"Yes" I stated, looking at Bert. Who looked so beautiful. So peaceful. I missed the way he used to be. The person who I wanted to be near me every second of the time. Dan was staring at me, but I didn't care. I was baout to give up my own happiness to see him smile one more time.
"Bert" I said, tugging at the white sheet around him.
"You have five minutes to say goodbye to the patient" the doctor stated, looking down at the plastic floors.
"Jepha" dan said, standing and going to the door. Jepha walked in. They both kneeled by the bed. Bert was half awake.
"Bert" Jepha asked softly, Bert nodded painfully.
"You're the greatest. I love you dude" he said softly, wrapping his arms around him. Then standing up, and wiping a tear away before it could crawl down his skin.
"Dan" Bert mumbled, with a half smile. Dan squeezed his hand.
"Bert, this fucking sucks. See you on the other side. Nothing will ever be the same. I mean we knew it was coming but I didn't think it would hurt so much. You're the greatest friend" Dan said, I watched silently as the tears rolled down his face. It was my turn.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, my hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you.
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
(fading)
"Bert" I said softly, biting my lip to stop the sobs. He life his hand, running it across my skin. I took it in my hands and kissed his knuckles.
"Quinn" he mumbled weakly. And I put my finger on his lips. I could see he was suffering.
"Robert McCracken I love you" I said, managing to speak. I was choking slowly in my own tears.
"Quinn, I love you too" he said softly. Im sure he did not understand what I meant by that.
"Bert, I love you. More than anything in the world, more than myself" I stated boldly. He gently grabbed my blond hair, pressing me closer. Then he softly kissed my lips. Managing to smile weakly.
"I love you too Quinn Allman. More than anyone. Make me a promise" he said, suddenly filled with strength. And he looked so beautiful, like he had so long ago.
"I can't believe I've wasted all this time. I mean I though you didn't like guys. Robert McCracken I've loved you since the day we met. And now its over, for both of us" I said in a broken voice. Bert rapped his arms around me. He as always was still consoling me, when I should've been the one consoling him.
"No Quinn. Its over for me. Not you. Make me a promise, you'll be mine forever" he said softly, I nodded. Kissing his lips one more time. And I watched a tear crawl out of his eyes, slide down his face. And the moment the tear touched the perfect hospital sheets the beats coming from the machine stopped, and hit one long high note.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, my hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you
Rotation
Suggestion...
Go buy Rotation by Cute Is What We Aim For, its a completely amazing and fantabulously great album.
The coverart is beautiful (look for the Pete Wentz head in it, I swear Pete appears in the cover xD ).
But the music, is...completely...amazingly...stunning.
The thing is that the cute pop punk band hasn't changed its sound, but instead its matured.
Shaant continues with his snappy word play, but the lyrics have taken a more serious turn though the songs could blast as loud as possible in the radio, and you could be driving your cute convertible in the sun with the roof off.
Congratulations Mr. Hacikyan, another great album :)
Listening to: Doctor.
Go buy Rotation by Cute Is What We Aim For, its a completely amazing and fantabulously great album.
The coverart is beautiful (look for the Pete Wentz head in it, I swear Pete appears in the cover xD ).
But the music, is...completely...amazingly...stunning.
The thing is that the cute pop punk band hasn't changed its sound, but instead its matured.
Shaant continues with his snappy word play, but the lyrics have taken a more serious turn though the songs could blast as loud as possible in the radio, and you could be driving your cute convertible in the sun with the roof off.
Congratulations Mr. Hacikyan, another great album :)
Listening to: Doctor.
Friday, December 5, 2008
In Our Defense by The Academy Is...
One of my favorite songs....ever.
When I think of favorites directly I never manage to recognize this song, and I don't know why.
But this song means so much to me, every word simply feels like its written to me, and I know that's not possible because of the simple fact that William Beckett doesn't and probably won't ever know who I am.
Its one of their more serious songs, and as you can possibly tell, its defensive as hell.
The words are honest cruel, and straight to the point, and its one of the greatest things...EVER
This song makes me reflect across all the things I've ever been through.
It touches a nerve, and im not sure if its the right one, but I don't mind.
This song makes it possible to listen to my emotions over so many things which are still raw, and wounded.
Thanks William from your greatest fan.
You're amazing.
in this hole we've dug you're never crawling out alive
When I think of favorites directly I never manage to recognize this song, and I don't know why.
But this song means so much to me, every word simply feels like its written to me, and I know that's not possible because of the simple fact that William Beckett doesn't and probably won't ever know who I am.
Its one of their more serious songs, and as you can possibly tell, its defensive as hell.
The words are honest cruel, and straight to the point, and its one of the greatest things...EVER
This song makes me reflect across all the things I've ever been through.
It touches a nerve, and im not sure if its the right one, but I don't mind.
This song makes it possible to listen to my emotions over so many things which are still raw, and wounded.
Thanks William from your greatest fan.
You're amazing.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Cute Is What We Aim For
waits for applause
:)
Cute Is What We Aim For...
I adore these kids, oh so much. CIWWAF, is massively amazing. Shaant T. Hacikyan is a musical genius. They tend to be that cute band with the straight up bitchy lyrics.
'Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back
I may be ugly, but they sure love to stare'
Or
'Everyones a let down, it just deepens on how far down they can go
In ever circle of friends there's a whore
The one who flirts who does a little more
But who's to say?
This is a social scene anyways
And everybody wants to explore the new girl
Caught up in her own hard liquor world
But liquor doesn't exist in my world
But liquor doesn't exist in my world
If you lie you don't deserve to have friends
If you lie you don't deserve to have them
You were a sellout and you couldn't even do that well'
The emotions in the songs tend to be very straight up, catchy choruses, and honest opinions, CIWWAF is like an unbelieveably adorable dose of reality.
And not only can they be completely mean and blunt, but at the same time can be the sweetest things...
Like in the Fourth Drink Instinct, a person favorite.
Its a bittersweet ballad which makes most swoon.
Congrats Shaantee :) you're amazing.
:)
Cute Is What We Aim For...
I adore these kids, oh so much. CIWWAF, is massively amazing. Shaant T. Hacikyan is a musical genius. They tend to be that cute band with the straight up bitchy lyrics.
I may be ugly, but they sure love to stare'
Or
'Everyones a let down, it just deepens on how far down they can go
In ever circle of friends there's a whore
The one who flirts who does a little more
But who's to say?
This is a social scene anyways
And everybody wants to explore the new girl
Caught up in her own hard liquor world
But liquor doesn't exist in my world
But liquor doesn't exist in my world
If you lie you don't deserve to have friends
If you lie you don't deserve to have them
You were a sellout and you couldn't even do that well'
The emotions in the songs tend to be very straight up, catchy choruses, and honest opinions, CIWWAF is like an unbelieveably adorable dose of reality.
And not only can they be completely mean and blunt, but at the same time can be the sweetest things...
Like in the Fourth Drink Instinct, a person favorite.
Its a bittersweet ballad which makes most swoon.
Congrats Shaantee :) you're amazing.
Its Hard To Be An Attention Craving Fan
I am an attention whore, and we all know it.
Unfortunetly there's few people in the universe who's attention I crave for the most, will never notice me.
That's the worst part about being a fan.
That the one human for whom you live for, doesn't know you exist, and possibly never will.
Its not like it isthe Jonas Brothers who I wish would notice me, not at all, its people like William Beckett, or Daniel Hunter, Travis Clark orGabe Saporta.
And honestly, those aren't the biggest names EVER.
But I still suffer the disease of the obsessive and unnoticed fan.
Its hard, to be there, and to still be so invisible.
Being a fan, is fucking hell.
Thanks for not noticing I stand here, in the rain, in hopes to catch a gimpse, a wave, or a smile.
Thanks a lot.
Unfortunetly there's few people in the universe who's attention I crave for the most, will never notice me.
That's the worst part about being a fan.
That the one human for whom you live for, doesn't know you exist, and possibly never will.
Its not like it isthe Jonas Brothers who I wish would notice me, not at all, its people like William Beckett, or Daniel Hunter, Travis Clark orGabe Saporta.
And honestly, those aren't the biggest names EVER.
But I still suffer the disease of the obsessive and unnoticed fan.
Its hard, to be there, and to still be so invisible.
Being a fan, is fucking hell.
Thanks for not noticing I stand here, in the rain, in hopes to catch a gimpse, a wave, or a smile.
Thanks a lot.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
We The Kings
Okay, so I was missing WTK here.
The first time I saw them, was by complete force. As in I wanted to see (idontknow who) some other set at Warped Tour, and I went to get my phone from Ellie who was at the WTK area, she forced me to stay, and forced me to watch the show, and turns out they weren't have bad.
Then, two months ago, I went to Bill & Travs bogus adventure tour, just to see, you guessed it, William Beckett. But there I foind out about how amazing Travis (leads inger of WTK) really is.
And they're from Florida :) (representing)
And well, they were great.
And Travis has like the most beautiful kinda orangish hair, EVER.
And they're music is very like Pop Rockish at times, but its GREAT.
Listen to them.
Listen to their single Check Yes Juliet
And buy me the Deluxe album (We The Kings, Deluxe album)
Thanks.
The first time I saw them, was by complete force. As in I wanted to see (idontknow who) some other set at Warped Tour, and I went to get my phone from Ellie who was at the WTK area, she forced me to stay, and forced me to watch the show, and turns out they weren't have bad.
Then, two months ago, I went to Bill & Travs bogus adventure tour, just to see, you guessed it, William Beckett. But there I foind out about how amazing Travis (leads inger of WTK) really is.
And they're from Florida :) (representing)
And well, they were great.
And Travis has like the most beautiful kinda orangish hair, EVER.
And they're music is very like Pop Rockish at times, but its GREAT.
Listen to them.
Listen to their single Check Yes Juliet
And buy me the Deluxe album (We The Kings, Deluxe album)
Thanks.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Happy Winter Passing Day
I will listen to Winter Passing by The Academy Is... after school.
I don't know why I do so many early morning post, this is when my mood is at its worst.
I found William on Twitter :)
And I have had another epiphany or 'mental orgasm' as Ms. Roberts calls them.
I've realized that famous faces will do most things for our attention. I hate famous people who aren't completely devoted to their fans I mean, hello wtf we made you who you are now ! We go to your shows, buy your albums, and your band tees, pins, stickers, you name it we buy it. So be a little more appreciative :)
That's all we ask for. A little of your time.
And yay ! For my new OCDs
The song : Yule Shoot Your Eye Out by Fall Out Boy
And TWITTER.
Twitter.com/ViVaLaCaro
Check it :)
I don't know why I do so many early morning post, this is when my mood is at its worst.
I found William on Twitter :)
And I have had another epiphany or 'mental orgasm' as Ms. Roberts calls them.
I've realized that famous faces will do most things for our attention. I hate famous people who aren't completely devoted to their fans I mean, hello wtf we made you who you are now ! We go to your shows, buy your albums, and your band tees, pins, stickers, you name it we buy it. So be a little more appreciative :)
That's all we ask for. A little of your time.
And yay ! For my new OCDs
The song : Yule Shoot Your Eye Out by Fall Out Boy
And TWITTER.
Twitter.com/ViVaLaCaro
Check it :)
Monday, December 1, 2008
Boredom
Andrew MrotekDrummer for The Academy Is...
Butcher
Adam T. SiskaBassist for The Academy Is...
Sisky Biz.
Ryan RossGuitarist for Panic At The Disco
RyRo
RyRo
Quinn AllmanGuitarist for The Used
and yes, i had to put the half naked picture :p
Daniel HunterPlayRadioPlay
Dan <3>
Micheal WayBassist for My Chemical Romance
Mikey
William Eugene Beckett Jr. Also known as Bill, Billvy, Cici, and Rebecca (long story, but only i can call him that)
Vocalist and Lyricist of The Academy Is...
Mike CardenGuitarist for The Academy Is...
Brendon Urie
Vocalist for Panic At The Disco
Micheal Chislett
Also known as Chizz
Guitarist for The Academy Is...
Gabriel Saporta
Gabe for short
Vocalist and Lyricist of Cobra Starship
Brendon UrieVocalist for Panic At The Disco
Micheal ChislettAlso known as Chizz
Guitarist for The Academy Is...
Gabriel SaportaGabe for short
Vocalist and Lyricist of Cobra Starship
This was a complete act of boredom. All these pictures are slightly (or not so slightly) photoshopped. I wasnt done but i was getting bored. Theyre adorable though.
This Is Halloween
The Panic At The Disco Version.
is absolutely stunning.
and for aome reason i cant get the fucking html
so heres a link...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQcIC3SRBT4
watch it.
Panic <3
is absolutely stunning.
and for aome reason i cant get the fucking html
so heres a link...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQcIC3SRBT4
watch it.
Panic <3
Sophormore Slump or Comeback Of The Year
One of my favorite Fall Out Boy songs, and im not even sure why.
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
We're the therapists pumping through your speakers
Delivering just what you need
We're well read and poised
We're the best boys
We're the chemists who've found the formula
To make your heart swell and burst
No matter what they say, don't believe a word
Cause I'll keep singing this lie if you'll keep believing it
I'll keep singing this lie
I'll keep singing this lie
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
We're traveled like gypsies
Only with worse luck and far less gold
We're the kids you used to love
But then we grew old
We're the lifers here till the bitter end
Condemned from the start
Ashamed of the way
The songs and the words own the beating of our hearts
Cause I'll keep singing this lie
I'll keep singing this lie
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
There's a drug in the thermostat to warm the room up
And there's another around to help us bend your trust
I've got a sunset in my veins
And I need to take a pill to make this town feel okay
The best part of "Believe" is the "Lie",
I hope you sing along and you steal a line
I need to keep you like this in my mind
So give in or just give up
[x2]
Are we growing up or just going down?
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
Listen to it. William does backing vocals. Isn't he and Patrick simply amazing? Almost as amazing as 'There's A Class For This' by Cute Is What We Aim For.
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
We're the therapists pumping through your speakers
Delivering just what you need
We're well read and poised
We're the best boys
We're the chemists who've found the formula
To make your heart swell and burst
No matter what they say, don't believe a word
Cause I'll keep singing this lie if you'll keep believing it
I'll keep singing this lie
I'll keep singing this lie
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
We're traveled like gypsies
Only with worse luck and far less gold
We're the kids you used to love
But then we grew old
We're the lifers here till the bitter end
Condemned from the start
Ashamed of the way
The songs and the words own the beating of our hearts
Cause I'll keep singing this lie
I'll keep singing this lie
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
There's a drug in the thermostat to warm the room up
And there's another around to help us bend your trust
I've got a sunset in my veins
And I need to take a pill to make this town feel okay
The best part of "Believe" is the "Lie",
I hope you sing along and you steal a line
I need to keep you like this in my mind
So give in or just give up
[x2]
Are we growing up or just going down?
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
Listen to it. William does backing vocals. Isn't he and Patrick simply amazing? Almost as amazing as 'There's A Class For This' by Cute Is What We Aim For.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Cobra Starship
Today, Cobra Starship.
Gabriel Saporta
Victoria Asher
Ryland Blackinton
Nate Navarro
Alex Saurez
Their beats, are completely electrifying. Gabes lyrics, they're very, dancy, yet if you find some sense to them, they're amazing.
They're a nice miz of electric, pop, and punk.
Gabes got a great voice, and stunning lyrics.
I've seen them live, Gabe is completely sexy, and totally energetic. The whole band just puts on a very involving performance, and they just wrap you up.
Oh Gabe, in spanish, is just a turn on ;)
The best songs:
Guilty Pleasure
One Day Robots Will Cry
Kiss My Sass
Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)
You Can't Be Missed If You Never Go Away
But all their songs are amazing. Listen to them.
Gabriel Saporta
Victoria Asher
Ryland Blackinton
Nate Navarro
Alex Saurez
Their beats, are completely electrifying. Gabes lyrics, they're very, dancy, yet if you find some sense to them, they're amazing.
They're a nice miz of electric, pop, and punk.
Gabes got a great voice, and stunning lyrics.
I've seen them live, Gabe is completely sexy, and totally energetic. The whole band just puts on a very involving performance, and they just wrap you up.
Oh Gabe, in spanish, is just a turn on ;)
The best songs:
Guilty Pleasure
One Day Robots Will Cry
Kiss My Sass
Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)
You Can't Be Missed If You Never Go Away
But all their songs are amazing. Listen to them.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The Scene Anesthetic
Todays musical recommendation I know nothing about. I don't know about their inspiration, I don't know the band members, and I don't who they're signed to.
All I know is that they are amazing. They're called the Scene Anesthetic, and it sounds like what you'd expect a beautiful skinny boy with an acoustic guitar sound like.
They have that pure acoustic sound. The one that makes you go 'aw'.
The lead singer has a very beautiful voice, really clean and pure.
I am in love.
My favorite songs are : Yes, Even Stars Break, Beauty In The Breakdown, So Peter, You've Become A Pirate, and Yellow Birds and Coal Mines.
Sounds like:
They somehow remind me of Mayday Parade, don't ask me why, because idont know. Everyone should listen to them though, they're great.
All I know is that they are amazing. They're called the Scene Anesthetic, and it sounds like what you'd expect a beautiful skinny boy with an acoustic guitar sound like.
They have that pure acoustic sound. The one that makes you go 'aw'.
The lead singer has a very beautiful voice, really clean and pure.
I am in love.
My favorite songs are : Yes, Even Stars Break, Beauty In The Breakdown, So Peter, You've Become A Pirate, and Yellow Birds and Coal Mines.
Sounds like:
They somehow remind me of Mayday Parade, don't ask me why, because idont know. Everyone should listen to them though, they're great.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
You Know You're Obsessed With The Academy Is... if:
You Know You're Obsessed with The Academy Is... if:
Everytime you hear the name William you instantly smile.
You've wanted to go to Australia since the day you found out about Chislett.
You knew Barrington existed before Fast Times.
When you saw Sisky on TRL you yelled.
You have Williams Birthday in your calender, under the best day of history.
You cried watching P.S. I love you, when they played 'Everything We Had' in the funeral.
You know the story behind Santi.
You like the White Sox (baseball) because its Williams favorite team.
When you go to the doctor you can't help but sing the phrase that pays for him.
You've always secretly wanted to be Sisky's cat.
You saw The Cutting Room Floor 3 and know what shampoo William uses.
Your friends hate the band, and you try and force it down their throats.
You can't sleep the night before a concert.
Whenever you are faced with a challenge you can't help but wonder 'What would William/Chizzy/Carden/Butcher/Sisky do'
You go on youtube only to watch TAITV again and again
You think its funny that Chislett thinks baseball is weird and likes cricket
You've had Jack the camera guy hug you repetitively, and asked him for an autograph.
You've met Jack the Camera Guy.
You hate it when people call the band gay and defend them with your life.
You know every song in every album.
You know that the cover done by TAI of Mayonnaise by Smashing Pumpkins is better than the original.
You've named something you own after a band member.
You don't call the band members by their names (William is Bill or Beckett. Mike Carden is Carden. Micheal Chislett is Chizzy or Chislett. Adam T. Siska is Sisky Biz, and Andrew Mrotek is Butcher)
You wake up and wonder what the boys are eating for breakfast.
You saw a Mike Carden look a like walked up to him and asked him for a picture cause he looked like your favorite guitarist
You could sit and watch Butcher draw FOREVER.
You have hour long conversations with the merch guys about how much you love the band.
You've wondered about what gum they like.
Your mom knows the words to the Phrase That Pays
You write all your essays about how The Academy Is... saved your life.
You sing the TAI songs during class.
You forced your friends to sing the band members happy birthday, happy almost here day, happy santi day, and happy fast times day.
When the fan girls cried about Williams haircut you couldn't help but saying 'shut up, its hair, and he still looks beautiful . God, it grows back'
You watch the ending of Las Vegas Shakedown just to see William in shorts.
You find a way to connect every word you hear to a song.
Science reminds you of 40 steps
You have a picture of the band somewhere in your house. And your cellphone.
Every binder , notebook, and folder you have in school has a picture of one of the boys from the band.
You stare at Williams face for hours.
Your favorite song by Gym Class Heroes is 7 Weeks only because of the chorus.
William Beckett in 'A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More Touch Me' is one of your secret fantasies.
Last time someone said William looked like a chick, you punched them.
You ran around telling people about Vegimite with an Australian accent because when Chislett said it you couldn't help but going 'aw, he's soooo cute'
You've thrown personal possessions on stage.
You forced all your friends to draw you the band for your birthday.
Whenever someone says attention you say 'attention attention can I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room, if only, if only for one second'
You laugh when you hear Eugene.
You sign all your papers Beckett, Chislett, Carden, Siska, or Mrotek.
You have bought all their albums though you've already downloaded them.
You've bought them twice.
You squeal when someone calls someone Santi.
You've imagined your marriage to someone from the band endlessly.
You have 'Im a better fan than you' competitions at venues.
You play In Our Defense when you get mad at your friends.
You forced your teacher to look up William.
She forced you to sing on of their songs.
You know all the adlibs to their songs.
You think that Mike Carden has the nicest hair flip.
You fell in love with flannel when you saw the flannel brothers.
You're reading this and thinking 'wow'
Everytime you hear the name William you instantly smile.
You've wanted to go to Australia since the day you found out about Chislett.
You knew Barrington existed before Fast Times.
When you saw Sisky on TRL you yelled.
You have Williams Birthday in your calender, under the best day of history.
You cried watching P.S. I love you, when they played 'Everything We Had' in the funeral.
You know the story behind Santi.
You like the White Sox (baseball) because its Williams favorite team.
When you go to the doctor you can't help but sing the phrase that pays for him.
You've always secretly wanted to be Sisky's cat.
You saw The Cutting Room Floor 3 and know what shampoo William uses.
Your friends hate the band, and you try and force it down their throats.
You can't sleep the night before a concert.
Whenever you are faced with a challenge you can't help but wonder 'What would William/Chizzy/Carden/Butcher/Sisky do'
You go on youtube only to watch TAITV again and again
You think its funny that Chislett thinks baseball is weird and likes cricket
You've had Jack the camera guy hug you repetitively, and asked him for an autograph.
You've met Jack the Camera Guy.
You hate it when people call the band gay and defend them with your life.
You know every song in every album.
You know that the cover done by TAI of Mayonnaise by Smashing Pumpkins is better than the original.
You've named something you own after a band member.
You don't call the band members by their names (William is Bill or Beckett. Mike Carden is Carden. Micheal Chislett is Chizzy or Chislett. Adam T. Siska is Sisky Biz, and Andrew Mrotek is Butcher)
You wake up and wonder what the boys are eating for breakfast.
You saw a Mike Carden look a like walked up to him and asked him for a picture cause he looked like your favorite guitarist
You could sit and watch Butcher draw FOREVER.
You have hour long conversations with the merch guys about how much you love the band.
You've wondered about what gum they like.
Your mom knows the words to the Phrase That Pays
You write all your essays about how The Academy Is... saved your life.
You sing the TAI songs during class.
You forced your friends to sing the band members happy birthday, happy almost here day, happy santi day, and happy fast times day.
When the fan girls cried about Williams haircut you couldn't help but saying 'shut up, its hair, and he still looks beautiful . God, it grows back'
You watch the ending of Las Vegas Shakedown just to see William in shorts.
You find a way to connect every word you hear to a song.
Science reminds you of 40 steps
You have a picture of the band somewhere in your house. And your cellphone.
Every binder , notebook, and folder you have in school has a picture of one of the boys from the band.
You stare at Williams face for hours.
Your favorite song by Gym Class Heroes is 7 Weeks only because of the chorus.
William Beckett in 'A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More Touch Me' is one of your secret fantasies.
Last time someone said William looked like a chick, you punched them.
You ran around telling people about Vegimite with an Australian accent because when Chislett said it you couldn't help but going 'aw, he's soooo cute'
You've thrown personal possessions on stage.
You forced all your friends to draw you the band for your birthday.
Whenever someone says attention you say 'attention attention can I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room, if only, if only for one second'
You laugh when you hear Eugene.
You sign all your papers Beckett, Chislett, Carden, Siska, or Mrotek.
You have bought all their albums though you've already downloaded them.
You've bought them twice.
You squeal when someone calls someone Santi.
You've imagined your marriage to someone from the band endlessly.
You have 'Im a better fan than you' competitions at venues.
You play In Our Defense when you get mad at your friends.
You forced your teacher to look up William.
She forced you to sing on of their songs.
You know all the adlibs to their songs.
You think that Mike Carden has the nicest hair flip.
You fell in love with flannel when you saw the flannel brothers.
You're reading this and thinking 'wow'
I Give Thanks For:
Happy Thanksgiving guys,
I want to write what I am thankful for:
1. Music in general
2. The Academy Is... the five most amazing boys in the planet.
2. William Motha' Fucking Beckett, for being such an inspiration to me, for being so talented, and graceful, and beautiful. He's the most oddly amazing human being on the planet. And he's saved me, he is my escape. Thanks for Bill.
3. Adam T. Siska, Mike Carden, Micheal Chislett, and Andrew Mrotek, these four beautiful boys, who are some of the nicest, most interesting kids, EVER.
4. The Used- Bert Jepha Quinn and Dan, these boys are so amazing, their music is one of the greatest things I've heard.
5. I am also thankful for Dan Hunter from PlayRadioPlay, for the AMAZING music he's brought to my life.
6. Gabriel 'Gabe' Saporta, Victoria Asher, Ryland Blackinton, Nate Navarro, Alex Saurez, also known as cobra Starship, my past obsession, and still one of the greatest bands known to the universe. Fangs up.
7. Cute Is What We Aim For, Shaant Hacikyan, his beautifulness, and talent, the whole band for being so great.
8. Fallout Boy, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Joe trohman, and Andy (who's last name I totally just blanked out on).
9. Panic At The Disco, though im still not over it being P! ATD but, ill live. Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, and Jon Walker.
10. My chemical romance, the ways, lero, del toro, and bob bryan :D
11. The Scene Anesthetic
12. We The Kings
13. Hey Monday (amazing)
15. All Time Low
16. The Maine
17. Mayday Parade
18. Any other amazing bands, who have affected my life in any way.
This is what I am thankful for.
Much Love,
CaroBECKETT
P.s. Happy Thanksgivings .
Currently listening to: compliment Each Other Like Colors by PlayRadioPlay
I want to write what I am thankful for:
1. Music in general
2. The Academy Is... the five most amazing boys in the planet.
2. William Motha' Fucking Beckett, for being such an inspiration to me, for being so talented, and graceful, and beautiful. He's the most oddly amazing human being on the planet. And he's saved me, he is my escape. Thanks for Bill.
3. Adam T. Siska, Mike Carden, Micheal Chislett, and Andrew Mrotek, these four beautiful boys, who are some of the nicest, most interesting kids, EVER.
4. The Used- Bert Jepha Quinn and Dan, these boys are so amazing, their music is one of the greatest things I've heard.
5. I am also thankful for Dan Hunter from PlayRadioPlay, for the AMAZING music he's brought to my life.
6. Gabriel 'Gabe' Saporta, Victoria Asher, Ryland Blackinton, Nate Navarro, Alex Saurez, also known as cobra Starship, my past obsession, and still one of the greatest bands known to the universe. Fangs up.
7. Cute Is What We Aim For, Shaant Hacikyan, his beautifulness, and talent, the whole band for being so great.
8. Fallout Boy, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Joe trohman, and Andy (who's last name I totally just blanked out on).
9. Panic At The Disco, though im still not over it being P! ATD but, ill live. Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, and Jon Walker.
10. My chemical romance, the ways, lero, del toro, and bob bryan :D
11. The Scene Anesthetic
12. We The Kings
13. Hey Monday (amazing)
15. All Time Low
16. The Maine
17. Mayday Parade
18. Any other amazing bands, who have affected my life in any way.
This is what I am thankful for.
Much Love,
CaroBECKETT
P.s. Happy Thanksgivings .
Currently listening to: compliment Each Other Like Colors by PlayRadioPlay
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Madi Don't Leave (PlayRadioPlay Fan Fiction)
Daniel Hunter POV
Lyrics From 'Madi Don't Leave' by PlayRadioPlay
It takes a lot to phase me
I'm pretty stable
I'm pretty sane but..
I'm looking at my future
and, god, do i have to lose her?
My phone rang, and I knew who it was, I wanted to never answer. I ignored the persisting rings, that scram my name, begging for me to say hello, and let my heart shatter in her hands. I wasn't ready to lose all I had wanted.
we share conversations on
how we're all just floating
through space and nothing matters
I'm looking for a pattern
I end up answering the insistent ringing.
"Hello" my voice sounds broken, forced. I don't want to hear her words, but her voice always reels me in.
"Dan" she asked, her voice almost as struggled as my own. I want her to know that im here, and will always be, but no, im weaker, even than her.
"Madi" I asked, knowing that it was of course her. Her voice was high, yet emotionless. It was unusually cold, and empty of its constant life, happiness.
"We need to talk Daniel" she said, in a cool tone, one that was meant to crawl through your bones, and find a way to break into your body.
is it possible to say
"baby, let's run away
to the east coast or Seattle
Corpus or St. Marcus,"
She told me to goto her house, I had known her a lifetime and knew exactly how to make it there. I crawled out of my bedroom window, I did this so many times nowadays. I slid down to the first floor roof, then jumped off, landing on my toes. I ran my way to her house, which was only a couple of blocks away. I tossed a stone to her bedroom window, where she opened the window. She came outside. Her long black hair, that fell in soft waves to her waist. Her skin was pale, and thin, somehow papery. Her bright green eyes, shown in the night sky. She wore black shorts and on of my Misfits band tee. She tossed her rope down the side of her balcony, where years off doing this led to her sliding down casually gracefully. She took my hand, in her soft skin, and dragged me over to her treehouse.
I've got a credit card
and a reliable car
let's drive...to Pennsylvania
And I instantly got pulled back into that memory, of young children. We were only around ten, and both eager to learn. We no longer believed in cooties, but we were still childish and innocent. Things happened that day, in this very same tree house that children should never be exposed to. But no matter how sick or perverse what had happened we believe was, we never regretted it, because we loved each other.
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
She cleared her throat, sitting on the soft wooden floor, running her thin fingers across every corner. She smiled, knowing that this place was all we were. We had been friends since she had forgotten her crayons, and I was the boy in kinder with the sixty four pack. And now, thirteen years later, we were both still here. She shuffled uncomfortably.
"Madi, are you going to speak" I asked, knowing I wouldn't like what I was about to hear. She shuffled nervously again. Her eyes then turned to me, with their blazing green potential.
it takes a lot to make pretty angry
and very sad
and I'm looking towards the outcome
there must some hidden reason
we shared kisses upside down
and on your old quilt
by your computer
"Im moving Dan" she mumbled, staring now at the wooden floor, and running her neatly manicured nails over the wood. I wanted to throw up, maybe choke on own remains and die. But I managed to live, for the next second.
"Madi, dear" I mumbled, cupping her face in my hands, and looking into her eyes, knowing this may have just been the last time.
i was hoping
your garage as it opened
is there anyway
you can change schools and stay
up here in ft worth
'cause you're what i look for
"Daniel, I hate them" she hissed, through clenched teeth. She referred to her parents. I wrapped my arms around her, smelling her comforting aroma. I knew that this was the last time I would ever smell something so beautiful, like home.
I've got a hopeless crush
maybe that don't mean much to you
but, I'm hoping this can keep going
"Madi" I mumbled again, she pulled away, looking into my eyes. She was in tears, but I didn't know what to do, how to keep her here. I knew that soon she'd be gone, and no matter how hard we'd tried, we'd eventually lose each other in the population of the rest of the world.
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
We spent most of the night, wrapped in each others arms. Silent, knowing that nothing would ever change, and knowing that we had lost it all. I was the boy with the drunken father, another motherless bastard. And she was from what seemed to be a we'll composed family, but her mother beat her senseless, for no apparent reason, and her father was never around. We meant the universe to each other, and we were losing what we had grown to need.
I've got a credit card
and a reliable car
let's drive...to Pennsylvania
"Madi, why don't we disappear, leave, go anywhere" I said, somehow impulsively. I was watching the sun creep up the horizon. She laid on my chest, trembling.
"Danny, I can't" she half yelled, I knew why she was leaving, I also knew that she would be going to university soon, and even though I had no future I couldn't drag her down with me.
it's six am and ice cream is the first thing on my list
and pez improves our kisses
after so many misses
The next morning she stood in her lawn, a 'SOLD' sign lying on the pure green canvas. She hugged me tightly, sobbing against my arms. I kissed her forehead, and mumbled senseless phrases into her ear. Her eyes were swollen, lost in their own small pool of pain. I had known she was going to move, news traveled around this barren town quickly but now, it was all over. Everyone had said that id get over it, and id move on, but they weren't losing the only human that had ever meant a thing to them, were they? They called her name, Madeline. She pulled away, and dropped her gaze the the floor, covering her face with her thick dark bangs. She turned and walked away, to her parents awaiting car.
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
It was night now, she had only been gone for a couple of hours, but I was lost, completely disoriented. I could picture how things might've been if I hadn't lost her. We'd be happy, but we would never last in the real world, no matter how much we'd love each other. I knew I couldn't live without Madi though. I grabbed a thin knife, and pressed it into my arm, drawing a light line of crimson to my arm. But the pain wasn't this shallow, so I dug it deeper, in a vertical line across my wrist. I could feel the blood seeping away, the idea of death was seemingly comforting, and before being sucked away into the darkness, I heard a series of dark words being delivered by a blur like shadow.
"Danny, I didn't leave"
Lyrics From 'Madi Don't Leave' by PlayRadioPlay
It takes a lot to phase me
I'm pretty stable
I'm pretty sane but..
I'm looking at my future
and, god, do i have to lose her?
My phone rang, and I knew who it was, I wanted to never answer. I ignored the persisting rings, that scram my name, begging for me to say hello, and let my heart shatter in her hands. I wasn't ready to lose all I had wanted.
we share conversations on
how we're all just floating
through space and nothing matters
I'm looking for a pattern
I end up answering the insistent ringing.
"Hello" my voice sounds broken, forced. I don't want to hear her words, but her voice always reels me in.
"Dan" she asked, her voice almost as struggled as my own. I want her to know that im here, and will always be, but no, im weaker, even than her.
"Madi" I asked, knowing that it was of course her. Her voice was high, yet emotionless. It was unusually cold, and empty of its constant life, happiness.
"We need to talk Daniel" she said, in a cool tone, one that was meant to crawl through your bones, and find a way to break into your body.
is it possible to say
"baby, let's run away
to the east coast or Seattle
Corpus or St. Marcus,"
She told me to goto her house, I had known her a lifetime and knew exactly how to make it there. I crawled out of my bedroom window, I did this so many times nowadays. I slid down to the first floor roof, then jumped off, landing on my toes. I ran my way to her house, which was only a couple of blocks away. I tossed a stone to her bedroom window, where she opened the window. She came outside. Her long black hair, that fell in soft waves to her waist. Her skin was pale, and thin, somehow papery. Her bright green eyes, shown in the night sky. She wore black shorts and on of my Misfits band tee. She tossed her rope down the side of her balcony, where years off doing this led to her sliding down casually gracefully. She took my hand, in her soft skin, and dragged me over to her treehouse.
I've got a credit card
and a reliable car
let's drive...to Pennsylvania
And I instantly got pulled back into that memory, of young children. We were only around ten, and both eager to learn. We no longer believed in cooties, but we were still childish and innocent. Things happened that day, in this very same tree house that children should never be exposed to. But no matter how sick or perverse what had happened we believe was, we never regretted it, because we loved each other.
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
She cleared her throat, sitting on the soft wooden floor, running her thin fingers across every corner. She smiled, knowing that this place was all we were. We had been friends since she had forgotten her crayons, and I was the boy in kinder with the sixty four pack. And now, thirteen years later, we were both still here. She shuffled uncomfortably.
"Madi, are you going to speak" I asked, knowing I wouldn't like what I was about to hear. She shuffled nervously again. Her eyes then turned to me, with their blazing green potential.
it takes a lot to make pretty angry
and very sad
and I'm looking towards the outcome
there must some hidden reason
we shared kisses upside down
and on your old quilt
by your computer
"Im moving Dan" she mumbled, staring now at the wooden floor, and running her neatly manicured nails over the wood. I wanted to throw up, maybe choke on own remains and die. But I managed to live, for the next second.
"Madi, dear" I mumbled, cupping her face in my hands, and looking into her eyes, knowing this may have just been the last time.
i was hoping
your garage as it opened
is there anyway
you can change schools and stay
up here in ft worth
'cause you're what i look for
"Daniel, I hate them" she hissed, through clenched teeth. She referred to her parents. I wrapped my arms around her, smelling her comforting aroma. I knew that this was the last time I would ever smell something so beautiful, like home.
I've got a hopeless crush
maybe that don't mean much to you
but, I'm hoping this can keep going
"Madi" I mumbled again, she pulled away, looking into my eyes. She was in tears, but I didn't know what to do, how to keep her here. I knew that soon she'd be gone, and no matter how hard we'd tried, we'd eventually lose each other in the population of the rest of the world.
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
We spent most of the night, wrapped in each others arms. Silent, knowing that nothing would ever change, and knowing that we had lost it all. I was the boy with the drunken father, another motherless bastard. And she was from what seemed to be a we'll composed family, but her mother beat her senseless, for no apparent reason, and her father was never around. We meant the universe to each other, and we were losing what we had grown to need.
I've got a credit card
and a reliable car
let's drive...to Pennsylvania
"Madi, why don't we disappear, leave, go anywhere" I said, somehow impulsively. I was watching the sun creep up the horizon. She laid on my chest, trembling.
"Danny, I can't" she half yelled, I knew why she was leaving, I also knew that she would be going to university soon, and even though I had no future I couldn't drag her down with me.
it's six am and ice cream is the first thing on my list
and pez improves our kisses
after so many misses
The next morning she stood in her lawn, a 'SOLD' sign lying on the pure green canvas. She hugged me tightly, sobbing against my arms. I kissed her forehead, and mumbled senseless phrases into her ear. Her eyes were swollen, lost in their own small pool of pain. I had known she was going to move, news traveled around this barren town quickly but now, it was all over. Everyone had said that id get over it, and id move on, but they weren't losing the only human that had ever meant a thing to them, were they? They called her name, Madeline. She pulled away, and dropped her gaze the the floor, covering her face with her thick dark bangs. She turned and walked away, to her parents awaiting car.
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
It was night now, she had only been gone for a couple of hours, but I was lost, completely disoriented. I could picture how things might've been if I hadn't lost her. We'd be happy, but we would never last in the real world, no matter how much we'd love each other. I knew I couldn't live without Madi though. I grabbed a thin knife, and pressed it into my arm, drawing a light line of crimson to my arm. But the pain wasn't this shallow, so I dug it deeper, in a vertical line across my wrist. I could feel the blood seeping away, the idea of death was seemingly comforting, and before being sucked away into the darkness, I heard a series of dark words being delivered by a blur like shadow.
"Danny, I didn't leave"
PlayRadioPlay
I lay in bed, fresh out of school, November 25, 3:03 pm, I've got two sticks of battery, and the perfect voice of a so called William Beckett, is purring cleanly into my ear. More specifically, the song Beware ! Cougar ! From Fast Times At Barrington High, of course soon ill change it to PlayRadioPlay which brings me to my next topic, the super upbeat electronic one-man band, PlayRadioPlay !
So there's this guy named Daniel Hunter, and he's got kickass hair, an amazing voice, and honestly, he's one of the most interesting artist I've ever heard off. Read his myspace blog; myspace.com/playradioplay, so you can see how deep this kid is. He's atheist, and totally not an extrovert artist. He's the opposite of cliche, and he's so interesting.
I hate Miami, its lack of culture and love towards good music, bands should be around more often, and PlayRadioPlay really needs to come. Currently, im obsessed.
The best song in my personal opinion is Madi Don't Leave, then Compliment Each Other Like Colors, then Decipher Reflections from Reality. But I could possibly go on forever. Dan is truly amazing, and im honestly in love with PRP right now.
Im going to right a story, for Madi Don't Leave.
So ill talk to you all soon.
Xoxo
CaroBECKETT
Dear http://martyrformartyrs.blogspot.com,
Thank you, for commenting and all. I love your blog, its so interesting :D . I tried commenting but for reason or another couldn't. Sorry. Thanks though :D
Ohh and I was wondering if you were talking about me, when you said this: PS And I know a certain someone with an obsession for William Beckett... sweet blog.
Sorry im a tad slow, but if you were, THANK YOU !
Currently Listening to: Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade
Listen to thisif you like:
Cobra Starship beats. PlayRadioPlay is just as upbeat, but betterltyrics, deeper lyrics.
:D
So there's this guy named Daniel Hunter, and he's got kickass hair, an amazing voice, and honestly, he's one of the most interesting artist I've ever heard off. Read his myspace blog; myspace.com/playradioplay, so you can see how deep this kid is. He's atheist, and totally not an extrovert artist. He's the opposite of cliche, and he's so interesting.
I hate Miami, its lack of culture and love towards good music, bands should be around more often, and PlayRadioPlay really needs to come. Currently, im obsessed.
The best song in my personal opinion is Madi Don't Leave, then Compliment Each Other Like Colors, then Decipher Reflections from Reality. But I could possibly go on forever. Dan is truly amazing, and im honestly in love with PRP right now.
Im going to right a story, for Madi Don't Leave.
So ill talk to you all soon.
Xoxo
CaroBECKETT
Dear http://martyrformartyrs.blogspot.com,
Thank you, for commenting and all. I love your blog, its so interesting :D . I tried commenting but for reason or another couldn't. Sorry. Thanks though :D
Ohh and I was wondering if you were talking about me, when you said this: PS And I know a certain someone with an obsession for William Beckett... sweet blog.
Sorry im a tad slow, but if you were, THANK YOU !
Currently Listening to: Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade
Listen to thisif you like:
Cobra Starship beats. PlayRadioPlay is just as upbeat, but betterltyrics, deeper lyrics.
:D
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Academy Is...
My first actual music post has to be about the pop punk Chicago based band , The Academy Is...
We all should know about my slight obsession with William Beckett (leadsinger) because I have a blog about that too. Strange aint it?
The Academy Is... is an amazing band, they can easily adapt and change. William has beautiful vocals and his lyrics bring another meaning to this planet. Hey why would you ever say you're drunk when you can say you have an intoxicated circulation? Oh and not only is William a freakishly amazing writer but he looks like a GOD !
Besides William, his amazing voice, and his lyrics to die for, there's Carden who does a lot of the back up vocal and guitar. Gabe(Cobra Starship) once said 'Practice doesn't make perfect, perfect practice makes perfect, and that's what Mike Carden embodies, PERFECTION' and I mean, they were completely right.
The there's Chizzy, the beautiful super nice blond Australian. He's the other guitarist. He's amazingly nice and super humble. Also he's freaking adorably gorgeous. And if you think he isn't that important, listen to Almost Here then Listen to Fast Times and compare the guitars. Chizzy is what TAI was missing.
After Chizzy comes one of my favoritee kids in the universe, mister Adam T. Siska, also known as Sisky Biz. Not only is he a super rad bassist, but he's freaking beautiful, funny and supper nice. Also he's the youngest in the band.
And finally, the coolest drummer in town Andrew Mrotek also known as... BUTCHER ! Okay, so this super cool dude not only is mage nice, and covered in tats. But he's got the most amazing drummer skills IN LIKE THE UNIVERSE.
As an overall band TAI is amazing, they are like that bittersweet kind of things, and Almost Here (first album) is a perfect combination of sour and fruity. Santi (second album) was more bitchy (that's the only way ifeel makes justice to the greatest album to grace the face of this planet) and Fast Times at Barrington High is the sweet savory pop we find quite often. They sound amazing over CD but live, its beyond explicable. Williams voice is seriously that smooth, prefect and pure. The guys tend to make eye contact with people in the crowd and William seems to enjoy jumping off things twice his height (which is 6'3"). The Academy Is... is my favorite band, and is one of the greatest bands I've ever listened to.
Listen to this if you like:
FallOut Boy
Paramore
Panic At The Disco
We all should know about my slight obsession with William Beckett (leadsinger) because I have a blog about that too. Strange aint it?
The Academy Is... is an amazing band, they can easily adapt and change. William has beautiful vocals and his lyrics bring another meaning to this planet. Hey why would you ever say you're drunk when you can say you have an intoxicated circulation? Oh and not only is William a freakishly amazing writer but he looks like a GOD !
Besides William, his amazing voice, and his lyrics to die for, there's Carden who does a lot of the back up vocal and guitar. Gabe(Cobra Starship) once said 'Practice doesn't make perfect, perfect practice makes perfect, and that's what Mike Carden embodies, PERFECTION' and I mean, they were completely right.
The there's Chizzy, the beautiful super nice blond Australian. He's the other guitarist. He's amazingly nice and super humble. Also he's freaking adorably gorgeous. And if you think he isn't that important, listen to Almost Here then Listen to Fast Times and compare the guitars. Chizzy is what TAI was missing.
After Chizzy comes one of my favoritee kids in the universe, mister Adam T. Siska, also known as Sisky Biz. Not only is he a super rad bassist, but he's freaking beautiful, funny and supper nice. Also he's the youngest in the band.
And finally, the coolest drummer in town Andrew Mrotek also known as... BUTCHER ! Okay, so this super cool dude not only is mage nice, and covered in tats. But he's got the most amazing drummer skills IN LIKE THE UNIVERSE.
As an overall band TAI is amazing, they are like that bittersweet kind of things, and Almost Here (first album) is a perfect combination of sour and fruity. Santi (second album) was more bitchy (that's the only way ifeel makes justice to the greatest album to grace the face of this planet) and Fast Times at Barrington High is the sweet savory pop we find quite often. They sound amazing over CD but live, its beyond explicable. Williams voice is seriously that smooth, prefect and pure. The guys tend to make eye contact with people in the crowd and William seems to enjoy jumping off things twice his height (which is 6'3"). The Academy Is... is my favorite band, and is one of the greatest bands I've ever listened to.
Listen to this if you like:
FallOut Boy
Paramore
Panic At The Disco
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Half Dead Isn't What I Planned On Being
This is a Jonas fan fiction.
A/n: I am not a Jonas brothers fan, they're good at what they do, but I don't like them personally, this is FAN FICTION. And don't get mad at me because of the outcomes of things in the story, this is not another Jonas Brothers love story.
Nick POV
I sat in bed, letting myself to think, I was definitely becoming bored of these useless lives and senseless conversations. Joe was somewhere ironing his hair, but I didn't care much, I couldn't stand Joe. Yeah, I Nick Jonas can not stand my brother Joe. Its all because the fame reached his head first, he's conceited, cocky, and straight up obnoxious at times. He wanted this, and he would pay the price to have it all, even if that meant our lives, privacy, and childhoods. I had once loved music, when I did it because of happiness, now Joe forced me into music, he forced me to sing, and play, you did not want to get in the way of Joe Jonas when he wasn't getting what he wanted. I hated music now, it only meant that I couldn't live, without being crowded by shrieking over obsessive fan girls. Tonight we had just another sold out concert, and soon Joe would go on another power fueled rage rampage.
"Nick" I heard him yell, Kevin caught my eyes, he was getting dressed and looking at me sadly. Kevin wasn't that bad, no, not as bad as Joe. Kevin felt he had to protect me from everything, but he was weak. Joe stormed into my bedroom, and shot me a glare.
"Why aren't you dressed Nick" he yelled, in his diva voice. I knew what was coming now, but I shrugged.
"Show doesn't start for two hours, and meet and greets are in an hour. The tour bus isn't even here Joe" I said weakly. Suddenly, his lips curved into a menacing smile.
"Oh Nicholas, darling dear, you don't learn do you" he asked, his voice seemingly calm.
"Joe...please" Kevin said softly, Joe shot him a glare, which made Kevin stumble back in fear. I could feel the fear wrap around my spinal cord. Joe came to the edge of the bed, and grabbed an armful of my curls, pulling me up to my knees to meet his eyes.
"Joe... that hurts" I whimpered, knowing he wasn't done. He was smirking madly now.
"Aw, Nicky, that hurts you" he asked, pulling sharply. He pulled me off my bed, and slammed me into the nearby wall.
"Joe...please" I whimpered, he cackled, and pushed me onto the floor, where he contemplated on what to do to me next. He grabbed a ball of my hair again, pulling me up. He looked at my hand, and grabbed it.
"Id break it, but its much too precious, eh Kevin" he asked our older brother, who was watching us both. I hated Kevin, for not trying. I met his eyes, and I knew that gaze, his apologetic gaze.
"Joe" Kevin mumbled, now looking at Joe, who was still smirking. He kissed my hand gently with a small smile.
"Can't play guitar without a hand" he noted, laughing lightly. He circled around my trembling body. Deciding where to inflict pain. He kicked my rib cage sharply, and I whimpered.
"Nicky, I've got a new idea, since I can't beat you because of the show" he purred, smiling at me. He pulled me up by my hair again, hitting me against the door as we walked out. We walked into the kitchen, and he grabbed a napkin and a box of matches. He yanked my shit off, exposing fresh bright purple bruises, and cuts running across my thin chest. I could see his eyes linger on my chest, he ran his hand across every scar.
"You know Nicky, I love you, that's why I hurt you, I want you to learn" he said softly, now running his hands across my curls.
"Then don't hurt me Joe" I said softly, I hated him, but he was my brother, and at times I remembered how he was before all this.
"I can't do that Nick" he said, looking as he lit a match and pressed it into the napkin. He grabbed my hair and twirled the fire in his fingers. And I was scared but could do nothing, I was only a mouse in the eyes of a predator. He grabbed the burning napkin and ran it over my skin, burning it lightly. He blew it off. He turned on yet another napkin, and I tried shuffling away from the flame but he pressed it into my skin now, and I could feel it burning right through me. I hadn't even realized I had been screaming. He pulled it away and put his hand on my lips.
"Sh, Nicky" he said softly, stroking my long curls. I knew Kevin was watching.
"Joe, why" I asked, almost melting to his now kind gentle touches. He chuckled darkly.
"Because we are living the dream Nicky" he said gently, then he leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, gently, running his hand through my hair.
"Now Nick, go get dressed, we have to go" his tone returned to his casual arrogance, and I remembered why I hated him so. And now I could feel the erupting pain of the burns on my chest , but I had to get dressed or I knew their would be much more to come.
A/n: I am not a Jonas brothers fan, they're good at what they do, but I don't like them personally, this is FAN FICTION. And don't get mad at me because of the outcomes of things in the story, this is not another Jonas Brothers love story.
Nick POV
I sat in bed, letting myself to think, I was definitely becoming bored of these useless lives and senseless conversations. Joe was somewhere ironing his hair, but I didn't care much, I couldn't stand Joe. Yeah, I Nick Jonas can not stand my brother Joe. Its all because the fame reached his head first, he's conceited, cocky, and straight up obnoxious at times. He wanted this, and he would pay the price to have it all, even if that meant our lives, privacy, and childhoods. I had once loved music, when I did it because of happiness, now Joe forced me into music, he forced me to sing, and play, you did not want to get in the way of Joe Jonas when he wasn't getting what he wanted. I hated music now, it only meant that I couldn't live, without being crowded by shrieking over obsessive fan girls. Tonight we had just another sold out concert, and soon Joe would go on another power fueled rage rampage.
"Nick" I heard him yell, Kevin caught my eyes, he was getting dressed and looking at me sadly. Kevin wasn't that bad, no, not as bad as Joe. Kevin felt he had to protect me from everything, but he was weak. Joe stormed into my bedroom, and shot me a glare.
"Why aren't you dressed Nick" he yelled, in his diva voice. I knew what was coming now, but I shrugged.
"Show doesn't start for two hours, and meet and greets are in an hour. The tour bus isn't even here Joe" I said weakly. Suddenly, his lips curved into a menacing smile.
"Oh Nicholas, darling dear, you don't learn do you" he asked, his voice seemingly calm.
"Joe...please" Kevin said softly, Joe shot him a glare, which made Kevin stumble back in fear. I could feel the fear wrap around my spinal cord. Joe came to the edge of the bed, and grabbed an armful of my curls, pulling me up to my knees to meet his eyes.
"Joe... that hurts" I whimpered, knowing he wasn't done. He was smirking madly now.
"Aw, Nicky, that hurts you" he asked, pulling sharply. He pulled me off my bed, and slammed me into the nearby wall.
"Joe...please" I whimpered, he cackled, and pushed me onto the floor, where he contemplated on what to do to me next. He grabbed a ball of my hair again, pulling me up. He looked at my hand, and grabbed it.
"Id break it, but its much too precious, eh Kevin" he asked our older brother, who was watching us both. I hated Kevin, for not trying. I met his eyes, and I knew that gaze, his apologetic gaze.
"Joe" Kevin mumbled, now looking at Joe, who was still smirking. He kissed my hand gently with a small smile.
"Can't play guitar without a hand" he noted, laughing lightly. He circled around my trembling body. Deciding where to inflict pain. He kicked my rib cage sharply, and I whimpered.
"Nicky, I've got a new idea, since I can't beat you because of the show" he purred, smiling at me. He pulled me up by my hair again, hitting me against the door as we walked out. We walked into the kitchen, and he grabbed a napkin and a box of matches. He yanked my shit off, exposing fresh bright purple bruises, and cuts running across my thin chest. I could see his eyes linger on my chest, he ran his hand across every scar.
"You know Nicky, I love you, that's why I hurt you, I want you to learn" he said softly, now running his hands across my curls.
"Then don't hurt me Joe" I said softly, I hated him, but he was my brother, and at times I remembered how he was before all this.
"I can't do that Nick" he said, looking as he lit a match and pressed it into the napkin. He grabbed my hair and twirled the fire in his fingers. And I was scared but could do nothing, I was only a mouse in the eyes of a predator. He grabbed the burning napkin and ran it over my skin, burning it lightly. He blew it off. He turned on yet another napkin, and I tried shuffling away from the flame but he pressed it into my skin now, and I could feel it burning right through me. I hadn't even realized I had been screaming. He pulled it away and put his hand on my lips.
"Sh, Nicky" he said softly, stroking my long curls. I knew Kevin was watching.
"Joe, why" I asked, almost melting to his now kind gentle touches. He chuckled darkly.
"Because we are living the dream Nicky" he said gently, then he leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, gently, running his hand through my hair.
"Now Nick, go get dressed, we have to go" his tone returned to his casual arrogance, and I remembered why I hated him so. And now I could feel the erupting pain of the burns on my chest , but I had to get dressed or I knew their would be much more to come.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
In Somethings...
A blog for the musically challenged.
In case you aren't aware, my name is Carolyn and I have two other blogs and a pretty hectic life schedule. Ill post atleast once every other day, and ill try to keep you all updated as much as I can.
A little about me;
I am fourteen years old, and I've been to more concerts than half the people I know.
I can't sing, but I write songs anyways. It started as a slight obsession with poetry, but now I write chorus and verses and all that good stuff. One day I want to be the lyricist of an amazing band.
I am a writer, its what I love.
I am extremely opinionated.
I want to learn how to play guitar but my bestfriend never has the time of day to teach me.
I am atheist, straight edge, and am sometimes considered scene/emo. (Whatever)
I am friendly, outgoing, and pretty laid back.
I talk a lot, and always have something to say, to everything.
I pretty much own sarcasm and I can tell anyone off.
I have myspace (myspace.com/caroxcatastrophy) and aim (CaroGoesRawrx3).
I love making friends, and talking to complete strangers.
Music to me is the world, everything has a song, and we need to find it. Music isn't something to listen to, music is a lifestyle. I admire artist who have broken the mold of the cliche artist and who have made a name for themselves.
I don't listen to mainstream music, well, not usually, because I know that there is better things than what scratches the surface.
Welcome To 'In Somethings'
Currently Listening to: Confines by PlayRadioPlay
In case you aren't aware, my name is Carolyn and I have two other blogs and a pretty hectic life schedule. Ill post atleast once every other day, and ill try to keep you all updated as much as I can.
A little about me;
I am fourteen years old, and I've been to more concerts than half the people I know.
I can't sing, but I write songs anyways. It started as a slight obsession with poetry, but now I write chorus and verses and all that good stuff. One day I want to be the lyricist of an amazing band.
I am a writer, its what I love.
I am extremely opinionated.
I want to learn how to play guitar but my bestfriend never has the time of day to teach me.
I am atheist, straight edge, and am sometimes considered scene/emo. (Whatever)
I am friendly, outgoing, and pretty laid back.
I talk a lot, and always have something to say, to everything.
I pretty much own sarcasm and I can tell anyone off.
I have myspace (myspace.com/caroxcatastrophy) and aim (CaroGoesRawrx3).
I love making friends, and talking to complete strangers.
Music to me is the world, everything has a song, and we need to find it. Music isn't something to listen to, music is a lifestyle. I admire artist who have broken the mold of the cliche artist and who have made a name for themselves.
I don't listen to mainstream music, well, not usually, because I know that there is better things than what scratches the surface.
Welcome To 'In Somethings'
Currently Listening to: Confines by PlayRadioPlay
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