I would kneel down low Under stained glass light To taste your body to taste your blood Then count the minutes till we’d reunite
Before the gulf turned black Before this town got too close to the flames When I would wait at the door like a goddamn dog For you to wrap your tongue ‘round my name
But you left me here With just a memory How do I feel your love Adrift on this plastic plague of a sea Is this all of the grace you allow? I begged you before and I’m begging you now Will the slaughter convince you to stay? The cross wouldn’t hold you but this time you won’t get away
“ A man’s walking down the street and he falls into a hole. Its walls are too tall for him to reach the top so he can’t get out. A doctor passes by, and the man calls out for his help. The doctor writes a prescription and tosses it down into the hole. A few minutes later a priest walks by and the man calls out again for help. The priest writes a prayer and tosses it down into the hole. Minutes after that, a friend of the man passes by. The man calls out for his friend, who promptly jumps into the hole. The man looks at his friend in horror. “You idiot! Now we’re both down here!” The friend smiles for a moment. “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before, and I know the way out.” ”
— Leo McGarry, written by Aaron Sorkin, The West Wing: Season 2, Episode 10, Noel (via fargorps)
924 Gilman Street is an all ages club in Berkeley, California. It has been around for 27 years and hosts bands (mainly punk rock bands) that aren’t signed to major labels. These are the rules, posted right inside the entrance. This, my friends, is punk rock.