Author Pixi Anderson The Original FUGoonie's blog: "My Music , My Everything- Music that means everything to me-"

*tear* My heart. That is all. Its my heart. I took my love, I took it down I climbed a mountain and I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills til the landslide brought it down Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? Well, Ive been afraid of changing cause Ive Built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older And I'm getting older, too Well, Ive been afraid of changing cause Ive Built my life around you Time makes you bolder Even children get older And I'm getting older, too I get older, too I took my love and took it down I climbed a mountain, I turned around And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills The landslide brought it down The landslide brought it down

Nuff Said- Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have If I made you feel second best Girl I'm sorry I was blind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind Maybe I didn't hold you All those lonely, lonely times And I guess I never told you I'm so happy that you're mine Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind You were always on my mind Tell me, tell me that your Sweet love hasn't died And give me Give me one more chance To keep you satisfied satisfied Little things I should have Said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind

I randomly sing this song often- I miss my old band. This song is my memory of being cramped up in a van for nights weeks on end, its remembering my band after that and playing hole in the wall little bars with broken glass and stale smoke- It's Willie! On the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends And I cant wait to get on the road again On the road again Goin' places that I've never been Seein' things that I may never see again And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way, is on the road again Just cant wait to get on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends And I cant wait to get on the road again

Nuff said. Is it getting better Or do you feel the same Will it make it easier on you Now you got someone to blame You say One love One life When its one need In the night Its one love We get to share it It leaves you baby If you dont care for it Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well its too late Tonight To drag tha past out Into the light Were one But were not the same We get to carry each other Carry each other One Have you come here for forgiveness Have you come tor raise the dead Havew you come here to play jesus To the lepers in your head Did I ask too much More than a lot You gave me nothing Now its all I got Were one But were not the same We hurt each other Then we do it again You say Love is a temple Love a higher law Love is a temple Love the higher law You ask me to enter But then you make me crawl And I cant be holding on To what you got When all you got is hurt One love One blood One life You got to do what you should One life With each other Sisters Brothers One life But were not the same We get to carry each other Carry each other One One.

IT'S FUCKING U2 MATE!!! okay okay this is definately one of my qua h songs- if you know me you'll know why. This is kinda like "Here I go again" for me.. It's my getting ready to move song looking looking for someone .. in someplace in sometime.. where I don't know where I am .. thats just it. The End. I want to run I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name I want to feel, sunlight on my face See that dust cloud disappear without a trace I want to take shelter from the poison rain Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name Were still building Then burning down love, burning down love And when I go there I go there with you... (its all I can do) The cities a flood And our love turns to rust Were beaten and blown by the wind Trampled into dust Ill show you a place High on ta desert plain Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name Still building Then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there I go there with you (its all I can do)

hahaha what can I say- this is my song!! if you didn't know - Im absofuckinglutely a Whiskey Girl. I prefer it over anything unless IM poor then I drink beer :P But rarely. Yep Whiskey all the way for me please. My drink? Double Jamesons straight up water back no ice. And well, if youre reading this and you know me .. you can fill in the rest. LOL Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans? Tight on the top with a belly button ring A little tatoo somewhere in between She only shows to me Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right And when bar tender says for the lady what's it gonna be? I tell him man... Chorus: She ain't into wine and roses Beer just makes her turn up her nose And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in tequilla She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain She's my little whiskey Girl She's my little whiskey Girl My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough Baby got a '69 mustang four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care Blue bandana tied all up in her hair Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio Chorus No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in tequilla She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain She's my little whiskey Girl oh, She's my little whiskey Girl My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough Yeah, I like 'em rough I like 'em rough

It doesn't need a story, though I have one for it- I try to forget, but it's still a great fucking song. We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail Where are we going, so far away And somebody told me that this is the place Where everythings better, everythings safe Walk on the ocean Step on the stones Flesh becomes water Wood becomes bone And half and hour later we packed up our things We said wed send letters and all those little things And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same It seemed they'd already forgotten wed came Now were back at the homestead Where the air makes you choke And people don't know you And trust is a joke We don't even have pictures Just memories to hold That grow sweeter each season As we slowly grow old

Nuff Said. Anyway now, it dont seem right He is in there and youre on the outside Over pine ridge to wounded knee Theres blood on the ground as far as you see Crazy life In the air Im sensing a change in the weather In the end the path is clear Does anyone remember here Did you all think hed just disappear Crazy life What have you done with peltier Who did you think youd taken away Crazy life In the air Im sensing a change in the weather In the end the path is clear Burying wont stop it breathing forever Underground it takes to root Anyway, it dont seem right He is in there and youre on the outside What have you done with peltier Who did you think youd taken away Its not over...

So SO SO much wicked love for STP. THIS SONG .. ya mad memories, and though im not a man *cough* It's kinda like man- just this song is the qua h. The end. Forward yesterday Makes me wanna stay What they said was real Makes me wanna steal Livin under house Guess Im livin, Im a mouse Alls I gots is time Got no meaning, just a rhyme Take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal Take time with a wounded hand cause I like to steal Take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal, I like to steal Im half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Well, Im half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Well, Im half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Well, Im half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be Feelin uninspired Think Ill start a fire Everybody run Bobbys got a gun Think youre kinda neat Then she tells me Im a creep Friends dont mean a thing Guess Ill leave it up to me Take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal Take time with a wounded hand Guess I like to steal Take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal, I like to steal Im half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Im half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Im half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Im half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be Take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal Take time with a wounded hand Guess I like to steal Take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal, I like to steal Im half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Im half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Im half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Im half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be, Half the man I used to be

Man the story behind this one- This song is always a punch in the gut to me. I had a really really fucked up childhood, if you want to call i tthat. This song so Totally sums it up though. This one is so much an inspiration for a poem I wrote not so long ago, the point to this song is yeah the little girl is abused whatever and only ever wants to do right but in the end she rises above it all. The poem I wrote (My Mother's Hands) is so much like that. My mothers hands were beautiful I'll never forget how delicate they looked I'll never forget how strong they shook My mothers hands trembling and terrible I'll never forget how frightened I looked- upon her beautiful hands My mothers hands were gentle at infancy dripping with the kerosene fuel of anger robbed the beauty from her hands in all of rages complacency My mothers hands once taught me art and compassion I now am left to wonder was every hit a crime of passion My mothers hands were time worn and elegant scarred and rough- still beautiful I wished to have her hands when I grew up- graceful and skilled story weavers and time stoppers- artists hands they were beautiful I'll never forget the day they turned from her hands to angers what lesson was I ever to learn as I grew to fear My mothers hands Sickness and time stole beauty from her hands her hands and our life- I am grown now so long since I saw those beautiful dreadful hands that I loved and feared I remember her hands before anger as I look now at my own and I think I have my mothers beautiful hands but the anger and the fear- stopped with her. ©MCA2007 Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl...violins...center of her own attention The, mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it Tries to make her proud The shades go down, its in her head Painted room...cant deny theres something wrong... Dont call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Dont call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Dont call me... She holds the hand that holds her down She will...rise above...ooh...oh... Dont call me daughter, not fit to } the picture kept will remind me } (2x) dont call me Daughter, not fit to be } the picture kept will remind me } dont call me... The shades go down (2x) the shades go, go, go...