Thursday, June 5, 2008

Hostel in New Orleans... fuckin cool place... go there!



Why do I miss this place when I'm away? I have no idea but I am sitting in the French Quarter... having some drinks. I really miss this fucked up place when I am away. It's a place that is a gumbo of people. It is a place that is rich with culture... it is a place of magic and voodoo. It is a place that makes my soul feel home.

I just met the owner of the "Hostel". Nice guy. Played me some New Orleans music that made my soul feel good. He's a handsome man with an accent that is truly New Orleans. He is the true New Orleans soul.

The bartender is sweet and pretty she is also a local. I'm the only one here. why is this? It's a beautiful place. More pretty than most. Has a nice feel. It was nice sitting here. Thanks New Orleanians.

I'm a creep! I wish I was Special... so very special... but I'm a creep!



When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here