My name's Soliman, but you can call me Ricky. I'm 20, I'm in a band, and I like Brand New and The Dear Hunter. That's pretty much all you need to know about me. I'm friendly and like to meet people on here. Messaging me and/or adding me on Facebook are encouraged.
Aside from all the rest, there’s a sickness in my thoughts where the twist to every plot is: what I think I am, I’m not! Maybe so, I don’t know! I could never make it work but I sure could make it hurt. Do you want this from me? And as you may recall, I never signed a thing at all. You just started your addiction. I just started my withdrawal. It seems to me the suit I wear is too tight at the neck but the tailor that is vanity is sure it fits me best. It’s not a flattering color on me but I wear it always because my skin’s been sold, it’s always cold and all my methods seem too damn old. I should’ve folded a long time ago. I came in thinking that I’d know exactly what my part is, know all of the lines because I’d authored all the hardest but I didn’t have the will, so I don’t know why I started. These empty ribs still have no room to fit a proper heart in! So if all you want are flowers, just plant yourself a garden. DON’T RELY ON ME.
And this is why Cory Lockwood is a giant inspiration for me lyrically.
A Lot Like Bird’s set just ended. I can die now. I’ve never had a bigger appreciation for mic grabs than I do tonight. I got to do two. Kurt held it directly onto my mouth for it. I’m so fucking happy words cannot describe.
I think if A Lot Like Birds released Conversation Piece on vinyl I’d probably be the happiest fan in the world. Anyone else agree that this should happen?
“Let me down easy. There’s no reason to tease me.
If you don’t need me, please let me go.
Playing with my dreams? Not anymore.
Time is dancing on my chest and its casting stones.
It’s casing parts, each one of them antagonist.
And I’m trying to feed the wasp inside my mouth.
It’s dying! I’m not sure that it wants to live. Oh well.
Hail the insane and deranged! It wasn’t my embrace.
It’s yours. Now I’m trying to walk the straightest line.
Now it’s time! I wanted you forever and ever.
Now it’s never again. Never.
I wanted you forever and ever.
Now it’s never again. Never.
Oh, how your hands used to shake,
tremble and threaten to break if they weren’t encased in mine,
telling you that it’ll be just fine.
I could have had it forever and ever.
Now it’s never again. Never.
I could have had it forever and ever.
Now it’s never again. Never.
I would have thrown it all away for you and actually did.
It’s all around me but I can’t pick it up
because I gave you all what was left of my strength.
Love’s a many splendored thing; an often vendored thing.
If love was just a movie about war, it’s the surrender scene!
You think you’ve got it figured out?
I didn’t say that! I’ve got doubts!
I said I’ve lost my faith in love.
There’s still a way to find it! How?
I might’ve cared for it at first.
Now that I’ve buried it, my thirst
is met in bars and not the fake embrace of needy arms.
That isn’t true! I’ve seen your heart!
You didn’t see that it was charred?
There was a fire, that’s a start.
The fire’s gone and now it’s dark.
Please turn on the light.
Please turn on the light!
I think I’m still fucked up!
Time didn’t heal me! Oh god!
You were a fever dream but you never broke or went away.”
— A Lot Like Birds - The Blowtorch is Applied to the Sugar
