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Throwback Thursday: The All-American Rejects

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I remember a time when I was younger, when hopes and dreams crashed and fell onto the ground, when regrets were overflowing and when tears were ever present.

That was the time, the lonely time, when The All-American Rejects came into my life, with their not-so-emo sound, but oh-so-angsty lyrics.

Yes, Dirty Little Secret was the one that started it all, but yesterday I stumbled upon Dance Inside, something I tried so hard to forget, something that somehow still hurts, something that was never meant to be…

You don’t have to move, you don’t have to speak
lips for biting.
You’re staring me down, a glance makes me weak
eyes for striking

Now I’m twisting up when I’m twisted with you
brush so lightly
and time trickles down, and I’m breathing for two
squeeze so tightly.

I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.
this moment seems so long
Don’t waste now, precious time
we’ll dance inside the song

[Chorus]
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you

She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin
touch sight tastes like fire
hands do now what eyes no longer defend
hands to fuel desire

I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine
this moment seems so long
Don’t waste now, precious time
we’ll dance inside the song

[Chorus]

Ooo, ah [x8]

And I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine
Is this fine? I’m not fine
Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake (stay awake)

[Chorus x2]

Move down to me, slip into you

Throwback Thursday: The Flys

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Back from that time when the ’90s were awesome, and times were simpler, and Katie Holmes was still Joey. Which reminds me, I have to start watching Dawson’s Creek again.

High school and hearts are broken. Do you still remember those dreams?

Throwback Thursday: Angels and Airwaves

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Throwback Thursday has no meaning in this realm, the Romanian windy sh*thole I live in, so I’m always waiting for people to ask what the hell is TBT.

For me, TBT is the memories I ran from, I grew up from, I enjoyed and I learned from. Those memories are what made me, in the end, my beautiful, awesome self that graces the earth today.

SO today I picked Rite of Spring to express what I forgotten for a few days. I’m glad all that darkness is over. Enjoy!

I was locked all day in the summer heat,
In a small brown house in Suburban Street,
With a skateboard and my shit guitar,
I’d dream all day that they would get me far,
My dad would ask me about my grades,
The asshole sports that I never played.
And then I’d ask about the girls he’d date,
Behind our backs when mom would stay up late.
It was near when I turned sixteen,
Got kicked out of school, and so it seemed
that things were closing in and ready to blow,
My dad moved out about that year or so,
It took an hour to start a punk rock band
To offset my fucked up family land
And as I held my mom would start to cry
I swore ourselves a better life

If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It’s made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

The summers gone, the years have passed,
My friends have changed, a few did last,
The smallest dreams got pushed aside,
The largest ones that changed my life,
And all I wish for has come to pass
From Rock N Roll, to love and cash
It’s all success if it’s what you need
Do what you like and do it honestly

If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It’s made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

Throwback Thursday: Savage Garden

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As a child, I was kinda obsessed with books and music, maybe a little too much for a white girl. As expected, I enjoyed my fair share of pop and also I shook my booty along with Beyonce (back when she was the queen of the bootylicious deliciousness).

As soon as I got my hands on a new phone, with bigger memory, I started piling music on it as if tomorrow will be the last day on Earth. So when Crash and Burn started this morning, it was a good excuse to relive those old goosebumps and feelings I had when I was an 8th grader. I remember the video, which is my personal favorite by Savage Garden, and I remember trying to explain my grandma what was the meaning behind the video.