Title: [[__swing life away;
Description: brand new!
Description: brand new!
[[__sla admin - October 29, 2007 05:13 PM (GMT)
Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first.
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse.
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.
"Dear applicant;
Thankyou for choosing Mereweather Academy,
the most prestigious preparatory institution available.
Located in the south of London, England, we accept students of all nationalities.
We pride ourselves on providing the finest education for our students
and have the highest success rate in the world.
This program is specifically designed to meet the needs of each individual.
Our staff have completed extensive training and are of the highest standards.
We assure you that your child will be in very capable hands here at Mereweather.
Regards,
Alison K. McKenna.
Headmistress of Mereweather Academy."
We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
At least that's what the acceptance letter my parents waved at me said.
Hi. My name is Audrey. I'm an inmate at Mereweather.
For the past three years, I've been locked up in this place.
Have I been receiving the 'finest education' possible?
Oh, sure. It looks all sunshine and daisies from the outside.
Like we leave all our problems at the gate when we enter.
Like the worst word we use is "gosh" and our biggest fear is a failing grade.
Like we are the perfection the pamphlet in the office describes.
I hate to break it to you, but that's not exactly how Mereweather works.
I've been here so long; think that its time to move.
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon.
So let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow.
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know.
But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world.
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go.
So just how do things around here work?
In secret, of course. Never out in the open.
The staff have no idea what goes on behind their backs.
If they do, they're playing the denial card brilliantly.
It's like a madhouse after hours.
If you're straight-edge, I'd advise you to stay away from the main bathrooms.
Vacant classrooms house all-night parties.
The library's primary use isn't studying.
Illegal dealings go on anywhere you'd care to name.
I'm not even going to go into detail about the dorms.
We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
So, here's the deal.
Don't come to Mereweather if you're looking for a miracle.
If you've got the strength, dedication and willpower, you're going to be great.
You'll be the pride and joy of the staff and become a model citizen.
But if you're just being forced in, like I am, with no desire for perfection?
Strap yourself in, you're about to enter the hurricane.
See you around,
Audrey M. Swann.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first.
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse.
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.
Swing life away.