Cookie
Jar.
I would turn on
the TV, but it's so embarressing.
To see all the other people, I don't know what they
mean.
& it was magic at first, when they spoke without sound.
But now this world is gonna hurt, better turn that thing
down.
Turn it around.
Well it wasnt me said the boy with the gun
Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done
Because lifes been killing me ever since it began
You can't blame me cause I'm too young
You can't blame me, sure the killer was my son
But I didn't teach him to pull the trigger or the gun
It's the killing on the TV scene,
You can't blame me, it's those images he's
seen.
Well, you cant blame me, says the media man
I wasnt the one who came up with the plan
& I just point my camera at what the people want to see
Man, it's a two way mirror and you can't blame me.
You can't blame me says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he bases his life on
It's only enetertainment, as anyone could see
The smoke machines, the makeup and
You can't fool me.
It was you, it was me, it was every man
We all got the blood on our hands
We only recieve what we demand,
& if we want hell, then hell is what we'll have.
I would turn on the TV, but
it's so embarressing.
To see all the other people, don't even know what they
mean.
& it was magic at first, But let everyone down.
Now this world is gonna hurt,
Better turn it around.
Turn it around.
In light of the Shooting at Sandy
Hook, and all the other horrendouly crude and shocking current
events making national, even world, news. I would like to bring
these lyrics to everyone. Maybe Jack Johnsons got it
right.
Jack Johnson, Cookie
Jar.
Last
Night,I went to my
Boyfriend's hockey
game
We've been
dating a year, well tomarrow it'll be a year.
His team lost pretty badly and my boyfriend got shoved
around. I was talking to his parents about just how mad he
will be, due to how competitive he is. And the game was 2
hours away from where we live. On the way home, at 11:30..he
cuddles up to me in the car and he wraps me up in his arms
and eases me to sleep. The only times i woke up really were
when he fixed the blanket, started singing a song on the
radio to me and he claimed those songs reminded him of me,
and when he squeezed me tighter and kissed me. The entire
ride home he held me and hugged me, and when we finally
pulled up to my house, He was upset because 'I had to
leave his arms and we couldn't sleep together
anymore.' Then he said he loved me.