Axver (axver) wrote,
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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Oh wow. Oh wow oh wow ohwowowowowowowow.

I feel so fanladish.

U2 WHERE THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME LIVE ON THE LIQUOR STORE ROOFTOP IN L.A. ON TV JUST THEN OH WOWOWOWOWOW! I don't know if that was the official music video of them on the rooftop or not - probably was - but wow, that was INCREDIBLE. Oh wow. Wow. What timing. THAT WAS BRILLIANT! AND EDGE LOOKS SO COOL! AND SO DOES BONO! ADAM! LARRY! They all just look awesome and I want to look like them. Being an albino doesn't really help that. But damn, Edge is such a good guitar player.

WOW. That just ROCKED.

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Oh, where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
They’re still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It’s all I can do

City’s a-flood and our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind, trampled in dust
I show you a place, high on desert plain
(yeah) Where the streets have no name

Oh, oh, where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
They’re still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind, blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind, blown by the wind
Oh and go there, I go there with you
It’s all I can do ...


*loves*

Ahem, anyhow. I won't cut that. That rocks too much. But as I said, ahem, anyhow. Ran the trains tonight, and packed it up. That took longer and was harder than expected. Sorting dirty track results in 1. a sore back and 2. very dirty hands - not to mention arms and anywhere else that comes in contact with it. So when I got home, I went straight for the basin and soap, but that didn't work as well as I'd liked and I discovered more dirtiness elsewhere, like right up my left arm, so I just jumped in the shower. My hands still feel dirty. But running the trains was fun. Next year it'll be even bigger and better, and we're going to try to get some people to sponsor us so that we can buy more Lego to improve it. Personally, I think there's more worthwhile things to sponsor than a bunch of teenagers and men making Lego trains for a church's Christmas display, but obviously other people don't think so. I suppose we're making people happy - apparently some people have come back a second night just to see the trains - so that's a good thing. At the end we got free lollies. Whee!

The morons who ran the trains last night wrecked them. Sam was so pissed off when I arrived - I'd got there late and he'd spent 45 minutes repairing it. I wish I'd been there earlier. He said that at one point, he was seriously considering throwing in the towel and saying that they just weren't going to run them, but he persisted and got it all fixed.

After the display closed down, some of the people at the church were practicing for their Christmas carols by candlelight thing tomorrow night, and their pastor has the greatest voice. He sung a song by John Farnham ... oh my, I've just forgotten the name, it's that The Voice one, not sure if that's the title, but it's one of the best renditions I've ever heard, sounded just about as good as Farnham himself. I'm going to download that song. The one by Farnham. I'd like to have a copy of the one by the pastor, though.

What annoyed me is that while we were packing up, there was this bunch of girls nearby - couple of years younger than us, I think, though maybe our age - and all they were doing was standing around and singing (on the whole, crappy Christian pop too). Um, excuse me, but we're packing up a display here. As you can tell, by the fact Sam's scampering over the tables and I'm busy sorting through stuff, we would LOVE some help. Now you're Christians, right? What do you think Jesus would do? Stand around singing poorly written songs - I'll kill whoever wrote/sings the song featuring a bunch of "better than" lines including "better than the sound of my friends' voices" - or lend a hand to people who could use one? Hmmm, yeah, think about it. The ironic thing is that when Sam's Dad got there - a guy who believes he'll be struck down by lightning if he enters a church (I still can't believe he's come in every night to pick Sam up from the trains) - he actually got in there and helped out. No wonder people think Christians are hypocrites.
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