I think the name says it all. Bring a bottle of vodka and/or wine and leave the bullshit, ignorance, and machismo at the door. This is just a place for me to rant, show my likes and dislikes and hopefully strike up some dialogs.
Fists Up! : i have tried my hopes have blossomed and my hopes have fried, i tried to cut them all down but i found hopes were still living deep inside, like a team of renegade lovers working long hours sneaking around with a belief in the life of our love, like a light at the end at the end of a long tunnel; a struggle
fist up! for all their faith in one preceding a face, they really do believe that if they hang on long enough that you'll come around and finally let it show and all their hopes will be rewarded for their impetus to grow, well utopian piece would fall across the land you'll reach over for my hand, you'll really want to hold my hand
And i don't want to come to the point of this song, because the point of this song would happen to be so long.
It gets hard: the vigilantes can't agree on who's in charge, they gave their souls for the cause but the love that they were after is still at large see this faith in which they found allegiance ripping at the seams as hope is running it's course the rebels just cant muster the force to walk the thin line between belief and delusion and
fists up! for all their faith in one preceding a face they really did believe that if they've hung on long enough that you'd come around and finally let it show and all their hopes would be rewarded for their impetus to grow utopian peace would fall across the land you'd reach over for my hand, you would've really wanted to hold my hand
and i don't want to come to the point of this song because the point of this song would happen to be so long[long long long long long long long]
It was perfect you know with just one little problem the fact that it turns out you don't really want it my love is a fortress, my love is a Louvre but it cant ever thrive if i'm forced to keep proving it.