Dreams

So the majority of the school really hated my hair but obviously because the majority of people don't have good tastes and thus democractic capitalism. Life sucks sometimes but Brandon loved my hair. He's one of the only people at school that seems to get me.

I keep repeating the song "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac.. I've been staring at the ceiling for an hour. It feels kind of wierd to listen to Fleetwood Mac right now but whatever. I mean, I am dealing with all this shit because I love the punk rock movement but I'm not even paying attention to it right now. Does that make sense? Well I guess I don't have to be punk all the time but I don't know my hair seems to suggest so.

I wish I could be as cool as Blondie. She has an ease and grace that I really need to acquire if I start a band. I want to be able to run around stage tossing my legs in the air like Siousxie and have the collected dance moves of Deborah Harry. She should have changed her name though. I mean, she's super famous and she has Harry for a last name, that is so tacky. But her song Dreaming is pretty good.

I think Fleetwood Mac is a bit more depressing than Blondies take of dreaming. Stevie Nicks seems like she is telling us she is stealing mens dreams and warning them at the same time. I've read she is a witch. I should study her more, she is what I should be doing. Blondie gives everything away, which is great, really nice and bubbly and fun but Fleetwood Mac is much more in line with how I want to live my life.

Fleetwood Mac Dreams:
"Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
Its only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when theyre playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... youll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
Its only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams youd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when theyre playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... youll know"

Blondie Dreaming:
"When i met you in the restaurant you could tell i was no debutante.
You asked me what's my pleasure, "a movie or a measure"?
I'll have a cup of tea. tell you of my dreaming.
Dreaming is free.
Dreaming.
Dreaming is free.

I don't want to live on charity.
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living rarity.
People stop and stare at me, we just walk on by; we just keep on dreaming.

Feet feet: walking a two mile.
Meet meet: meet me at the turnstile.
I never met him, i'll never forget him.
Dream dream: even for a little while.
Dream dream: filling up an idle hour.
Fade away, woo! radiate.

I sit by and watch the river flow.
I sit by and watch the traffic go.
Imagine something of your very own; something you can have and hold.
I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming.
Dreaming is free.
Dreaming.
Dreaming is free.
Dreaming.
Dreaming is free.
Dreaming.
Dreaming is free."