Inside my head my head I'm screaming ZOOM IN! ZOOM IN YOU AMATURE!

I suppose the alternate title "all the controlling little people that live inside my head" might have been interpreted the wrong way...

My Wrecking Ball

Driving through the streets tonight
It's hot, I’ve got the windows down
I wish I could call you, I wish you were still around

Nothing much left in the tank
Somehow this thing still drives
Think I forgot what it needed but somehow still survive
And all the walls we built they must come down

But hey, you’re my wrecking ball won’t you come and maybe knock me down
Hey, you’re my wrecking ball won’t you come and maybe knock me down
Hey, you’re my wrecking ball won’t you come and knock me down, come and knock me down
Come and knock me down tonight

Lying in the bed at night
Feeling like I’m somebody else
My thoughts inside my head get lost inside the haunted house
Everyone I used to know left their dreams by the door
I accidentally kick ‘em and talk until you’re still not sure
If you want to sell them out at all

Well hey, you’re my wrecking ball won’t you come and maybe knock me down
Hey, you’re my wrecking ball won’t you come and maybe knock me down
Hey, you’re my wrecking ball won’t you come and maybe knock me down
Hey, you’re my wrecking ball won’t you come and knock me down, come and knock me down
Come and knock me down tonight
Come and knock me down, come and knock me down, come and knock me down tonight
Come and knock me down, come and knock me down, come and knock me down tonight
Come and knock me down, come and knock me down, come and knock me down tonight

Driving through the streets tonight
It's hot, I’ve got the windows down
I wish I could call you, I wish you were still around

I said, and therefore by definition promised that I would...every time I see you insisting on being insulting to anyone that isn't a Chinga tu madre clone. This time you did it in your description.
I self examine all the time (looking in the mirror), even though you specifically told me I should not, and that you had done it for me (living inside my head as you do).
You are right though, that guy in the mirror sure is laughing his ass off....Bwahhaahahaha!

edit: I'm not sure what you 'translated', but yep, I sure do!

@artician- the really hard part while trying not to burn-out on humanity is suffering apathy and mindless subservience in a time when knowledge and information is on-tap and available to non-members of the "club." -Clear light IS a motherfucker and most people are too weak to process information and respond accordingly.

Same old, same old. The few will always control the many and destroy the weak.

The emperor wears no clothes not only that, he sucks cock by choice and is still breathing the same air as us.

Unless you eradicate the queen the ants leave a clean slate for the next infestation.

No more metaphor, anyone with an opinion on geopolitics, or religion seeking to argue premise within the confines of these faulty estates are masturbating in public at this chapter in earth history as the cunts will succeed. Best to get as far from the blast zone as possible screams the expat inside my head.

"Where? Right in front of my head? Inside my head (that was some messed up LSD!)? In the end of your finger? Where?!"

Apologies, in a silly mood. First thing that went through my head when I read the title of this sift was "Fine. Make me come all the way to you then."

How did they see inside my head?

>> ^bobknight33:

Everyone know that GOD exist. Sadly, many choose to live in denial.


I know that god DOES NOT exist. Where is my Lamborghini, why do I live in squalor? I prayed for these things ! No mystical voice ever talked inside my head when I wanted it to.

http://www.lyrics007.com/Scott%20Miller%20Lyrics/Red%20Ball%20Express%20Lyrics.html

I jumped at it when I had the chance,
I joined the army and I went to France
At Roosevelt's request.
Two weeks of sitting in the mud
Made me lie to the man that I could drive a truck
For the Red Ball Express.

All we do is keep it rolling on
Trading bodies for petroleum
Heating rations on the manifold
And never sleep enough to dream about home

Benzedrined and looking through cat eyes
Of a deuce and a half and a days supply
Of jerry cans in back
Ain't no secret how the generals felt.
"Fuck the men they can eat their belts
but the tanks they must have gas"

All we do is keep it rolling on
Trading bodies for petroleum
Heating rations on the manifold
And never sleep enough to dream about home

The gears are sticking and the pressure's low
I felt the bump that means its time to go
Another twenty miles.
Thirty-six hours and I still ain't slept
I'm hearing voices talk inside my head
In Burma Shaving rhyme

All we do is keep it rolling on
Trading bodies for petroleum
Heating rations on the manifold
Even now I've never felt that old

Because fifty years later and you don't forget
Being eighteen and scared to death
In a world that's changing fast
Now my own son sends his own son off
To fight the next fight to be fought
And the Red Ball brings me back

@blankfist I suppose one interpretation is that the authors of the Island is the people on oceanic 815, and they fill in elements they need until they could get some closure and move on.

My interpretation is that what happened on the Island during the whole show was real in the same sense as when Dumbledore talks to Harry after he's dead:

"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

I think everything that happened on the Island was "invented" by the "survivors", who for their own reasons could not move on, on their own. They got caught in a limbo of their own creation. The different people who actually popped up once in a while like libby, ana-lucia etc. might have been on the plane, but actually moved on already, explaining why they weren't in the church at the end.

I still have unanswered questions about Jacob, MIB and stuff like that, but many of the smaller things like the hatch, which was portrayed as a "Big Thing" might not have been all that important, it was what locke needed at the time, so it sorta popped up. (yeah, it's a bit of a cop-out solution, but it works.)

>> ^schmawy:


If it's all in your head, what makes it so great?

Conscience, karma, "do the right thing". Most of us have what we believe to be an innate sense of morality, but we learned if from someone.

It might have been our parents or teachers, Davey and Goliath, Goofus and Gallant. There are those that haven't been afforded a safe and kind upbringing, infusing them with this moral fiber. God becomes the stern and loving father they never had. Sure, I don't really think I trust the church in this role, because the opportunity for abuse is too great, but I think of it as a kind of moral welfare.

I personally am accountable to something greater, even if it is just inside my head.

Haha, that's like my room after my girlfriend comes by.

Except I don't warn people, but merely laugh inside my head at them.

A mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy

A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It's so erotic when your make up runs

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never, ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I'm feeling something taking over me

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never, ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never, ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

I think the guy who made the subtitles had a very dirty mind... But now I can't watch this video without those naughty words popping inside my head *giggles*