I really wanted Russel to win too...But theres so many great personalities this season. Come on...Who doesnt love Boston Rob? Rupert? Colby? Jerri? OMFG I'm a dork.

"Vicarious"

Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.

We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I

I'm so in on this.

When they bowl the rolling pins o'er everything, they paint by numbers.
Once again embraced the hands of everyone who's pacing madly.
Always taking. Tending pains. Passing the reigns.I'm a little queazy
Right as rain we are the same. We are the same when things are easy.
Rolled it up and hid away for someone to find on the way home.
On the way to his old demons...Pacing madly beneath the steeple.
Piled and weighed this yesterday. I told you that I wasnt crazy.
I pushed it back and stood away..You still did this while i was sleeping.

I'm going to World of Wheels with my 6year old...Does that count as a date?

Best Smashing Pumpkins in bloomington in 97. Worst 30 seconds to Mars in 2008.

If you should weep softly I'd come running to you.
Done. Skinned your knees on concrete dreams.
Youre scared to lose.
Thats exactly where they want you sworn to never move.
Whisper sweetlyy on the way through.
If you did this to yourself why is it so easy
for me to blame someone else?
Did you promise not to tell them that its making me crazy?
Cause I'm so into myself. Sad.
Girl how did you get so far?
I couldnt follow you.
If yesterdays lucky plays were meant to lose
And all the world with their young girlish self serving well to dos
trampled the flowers on the way through?
I'd only smile and cross the world to be with you.