Post by lambertines on Sept 24, 2007 13:20:19 GMT -6
“Ahahahahahaaaaahhh”
Guitar Riff! Bow wow! Nyeer nyeer
Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
In you and I there's a new land,
Angels in flight
wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
In sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
Music will tie
Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
What's left of me
What's left of me now
I scramble around, trying to find the source of this heavenly voice in my bedclothes, I roll around and open my eyes wide to see the ceiling, I look around to see my apartment, a cheap and nasty place, brick style walls, a simple glass window, around me is a pine wood floor with a lone rug on it in the shape of an oval, also, on the wall is a lone painting, I quickly scramble up to lean against my bedhead, I look around, my eyes literally glued together with sleep shit, I then look at the window to see that it’s still dark.
I watch you fast asleep,
All I fear means nothing
In you and I there's a new land,
Angels in flight
wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
In sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
Music will tie
wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
What's left of me
What's left of me
SLAM! My hand darts for my bedside table which has a plain glass of water, a Japanese Style Lamp and my mobile phone, a Motorolla RAZR, I grab and flip to check caller ID, “Spike Lambert”, the phone flies to my ear on natural instinct.
Zeke: Hello?!
Spike: Hey Zeke man… it’s me, Spike.
Zeke: It’s four in the f**king morning, this better be good.
Spike: Believe me bro, this ain’t good… it’s bad, Ross got arrested.
Zeke: For what?
Spike: For drink-driving, arson, attempted murder, assault, vandalism, breaking and entering, drunk and disorderly, assaulting a police officer… the list is endless. Look, here’s the thing, Ross hasn’t been arrested by the Police, NSA Agents grabbed him.
Zeke: What the f**k? Look alright, we need to sort something out, meet me down in Langley in about an hour, we’ll make plans then.
Spike: Alright man but shit looks bad… they sent SWAT into his lockerroom and everything, this could be bad.
Zeke: Alright, calm down, just grab the van and meet me on that bistro where we met that smoking hot chick the other day.
Spike: Done, later.
CLICK. Spike hangs up and Zeke is left staring into his phone, like as is the usual with most movie scenario’s, but regardless, I quickly scramble out of my bed, I quickly scramble to my feet standing there in nothing but my grey boxers, a quick jog across the wooden floor to where my jeans were carelessly thrown to the corner, I grab them and pull them up my legs, quickly do the top button and quickly scan my bedroom, to see the loose belt, lying on the ground, I scramble over there, tripping over my feet and pulling the belt through the loopholes of my belt, quick buckle up and then it’s through my front door into my cheap but cheerful living room, I scan around to see my nasty, stained sofa and my reasonable TV, I sprint over to the couch and quickly scan, seeing a couple of empty popcorn bags and finally, the object of my desire, my Affliction t-shirt. Throw on and sprint.
Zeke: Why can’t he ring at a SENSIBLE time like 8 PM or something?
Then, I turn around the room, quickly scouting for something, bingo, Pizza Box, I sprint over and flip the lid of the pizza box and see the 3 day old pizza in all it’s cold pepperoni glory, covering the majority of the slices is covered in 2 grey socks, my hand lunges for the free slice that’s uncovered and I wolf it down, enjoying the succulent, cold pepperoni, gross I know but I’ve not got my paycheck yet. I then grab my socks and pull them up onto my feet, perfection, sprint for the door, click open as I head out into the hallway of my apartment, ready to leave and follow the Path of Fate.
[Fade]
Guitar Riff! Bow wow! Nyeer nyeer
Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
In you and I there's a new land,
Angels in flight
wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
In sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
Music will tie
Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
What's left of me
What's left of me now
I scramble around, trying to find the source of this heavenly voice in my bedclothes, I roll around and open my eyes wide to see the ceiling, I look around to see my apartment, a cheap and nasty place, brick style walls, a simple glass window, around me is a pine wood floor with a lone rug on it in the shape of an oval, also, on the wall is a lone painting, I quickly scramble up to lean against my bedhead, I look around, my eyes literally glued together with sleep shit, I then look at the window to see that it’s still dark.
I watch you fast asleep,
All I fear means nothing
In you and I there's a new land,
Angels in flight
wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
In sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
Music will tie
wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
What's left of me
What's left of me
SLAM! My hand darts for my bedside table which has a plain glass of water, a Japanese Style Lamp and my mobile phone, a Motorolla RAZR, I grab and flip to check caller ID, “Spike Lambert”, the phone flies to my ear on natural instinct.
Zeke: Hello?!
Spike: Hey Zeke man… it’s me, Spike.
Zeke: It’s four in the f**king morning, this better be good.
Spike: Believe me bro, this ain’t good… it’s bad, Ross got arrested.
Zeke: For what?
Spike: For drink-driving, arson, attempted murder, assault, vandalism, breaking and entering, drunk and disorderly, assaulting a police officer… the list is endless. Look, here’s the thing, Ross hasn’t been arrested by the Police, NSA Agents grabbed him.
Zeke: What the f**k? Look alright, we need to sort something out, meet me down in Langley in about an hour, we’ll make plans then.
Spike: Alright man but shit looks bad… they sent SWAT into his lockerroom and everything, this could be bad.
Zeke: Alright, calm down, just grab the van and meet me on that bistro where we met that smoking hot chick the other day.
Spike: Done, later.
CLICK. Spike hangs up and Zeke is left staring into his phone, like as is the usual with most movie scenario’s, but regardless, I quickly scramble out of my bed, I quickly scramble to my feet standing there in nothing but my grey boxers, a quick jog across the wooden floor to where my jeans were carelessly thrown to the corner, I grab them and pull them up my legs, quickly do the top button and quickly scan my bedroom, to see the loose belt, lying on the ground, I scramble over there, tripping over my feet and pulling the belt through the loopholes of my belt, quick buckle up and then it’s through my front door into my cheap but cheerful living room, I scan around to see my nasty, stained sofa and my reasonable TV, I sprint over to the couch and quickly scan, seeing a couple of empty popcorn bags and finally, the object of my desire, my Affliction t-shirt. Throw on and sprint.
Zeke: Why can’t he ring at a SENSIBLE time like 8 PM or something?
Then, I turn around the room, quickly scouting for something, bingo, Pizza Box, I sprint over and flip the lid of the pizza box and see the 3 day old pizza in all it’s cold pepperoni glory, covering the majority of the slices is covered in 2 grey socks, my hand lunges for the free slice that’s uncovered and I wolf it down, enjoying the succulent, cold pepperoni, gross I know but I’ve not got my paycheck yet. I then grab my socks and pull them up onto my feet, perfection, sprint for the door, click open as I head out into the hallway of my apartment, ready to leave and follow the Path of Fate.
[Fade]