Bring Me Java, Bring Me Joy

7/14/2005

small announcement

Filed under: — alisa @ 11:32 pm

This weekend I will be unable to blog due to the server my blog is hosted at will be down for a bit. Hopefully none of you will be too broken hearted over that. But look what is going to be in the near future: coffeestainedpages.com (My favorite part is the little coffee cup next to the web address.) You can just click on that all weekend if you want some entertainment.

You’ll still never get to see the contents of my shoe box

Filed under: — alisa @ 10:53 pm

I am the biggest pack rat in the world. Well, that might be a bit of a stretch, I know others (mainly, Laura) who are worse than me. But my gosh, I saved every note, card, ticket sub, picture known to man! Or so it seems like it. Yes, in the mist of those things where letters from past boys. And no I will not post them. Notes from girlfriends where in there. Pen pals. Camp photos. It was sad to let everything but few (still a box full) special pieces to have. For the reason, if nothing else to have a box to go through and go “oh look at this!” “aw, I remember this.” To remember sweet times of my childhood and youth. I just hope to whom I share a house with someday wont mind my pack-ratness ways.

This song by BNL was on the first Friends soundtrack, way back when Friends first came out. A girlfriend (Laura actucally) had it and we listened to it and this song grabbed me. I think it was becasue in Jr Hugh I had a couple of shoesboxes full of notes. I didnt know even till now that the chorus went “shoe box of lies” (unsure what I thought it said). My shoeboxes where not full of lies, but I like the song anyhow. Brings back memories and fits well with going through boxes full of memories in form of paper.


Shoebox by BNL

A key in the door, a step on the floor,
A note on the table, and a meal in the micro
Note says “I’m in bed, please make sure that you’re fed
If you’re taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
When I’m asleep I dream you move in next week”
I crumple the note and save it to put inside

Chorus
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies

it’s under my bed, it’s never been read
it’s in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending I’m someone
Who’s not seventeen, doesn’t know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or

My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies

Did somebody tell you
This is how it’s supposed to be?
Or did you just find it
And you don’t want any more from me?

My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies

Was it something I said, or was it something you read
That’s making me think that I should never have come here
I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,
I can tell you I’m sorry, But I can’t tell you the truth, dear
And what if I could – would it do any good?
You’ll still never get to see the contents of

My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies

You’re so nineteen-ninety
And it’s nineteen-ninety-four
Leave this world behind me
‘Cause you don’t want me anymore

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