OMG... one of my friends said it was a gay movie.... the other one said it gave him headaches watching it cause of all the moving... he said it gave him a panic attack
so if it all goes according to plan i will come out gayer ... after i have a panic attack with a huge headache
wow. I've heard the new song, and i must say i was blown away. its a sound totally new, but still very Panic. the new song seems like it is influenced a bit by The Beatles, with string and horn parts accompanying the normal guitar/bass/drums. anyways, go listen to it, preferably now. a good choice for a first single, and if it is any indication, Pretty. Odd. is going to be even better than its predecessor.
I've written a new song today. I'm not sure how good it is, but I don't think it's too bad. Feedback greatly appreciated.
You Don't Know What I Mean
Masquerading through this life
Facade is heavy on the breath
Put your passion in a jar and
Consign it to death
Crack off now your wax face-mask
And face the setting sun
'Least I hate myself even more for
Falling in love
C'mon, turn me on
C'mon, show me who you are
As we send the shooting stars
Down their cosmic boulevards
But we don't know what they mean
I don't know what you mean
I don't know what you mean
You don't know what you mean
To me
In your aphrodisiac mine shaft
I'm a caged bird
De-magnetize your eyes for me
I can't take much more
Shed your sickly shining skin for me
And show me yourself
If not for me, then for who?
'Cause I know you wont for anyone else
C'mon, turn me on
C'mon, show me who you are
As we send the shooting stars
Down their cosmic boulevards
But we don't know what they mean
I don't know what you mean
I don't know what you mean
You don't know what you mean
To me
Masquerading through this life
Facade is heavy on the breath
Put your passion in a jar and
Consign it to death
Crack off now your wax face-mask
And face the setting sun
'Least I hate myself even more for
Falling in love
C'mon, turn me on
C'mon, show me who you are
As we send the shooting stars
Down their cosmic boulevards
But we won't know what they mean
You won't know what I mean
You won't know what I mean
You won't know what I mean
You won't know what I mean
...
So I saw Charlie Bartlett today. I got to be honest. It was amazing. It seems that Hollywood is being inundated by brutally witty teenagers, but unlike the almost-unbearably-indie smarminess of Juno MacGuff, Charlie Bartlett is simply a humble and honest kid trying to find the holy grail of high-school: popularity.