Post by morgan on Apr 6, 2007 19:32:25 GMT -6
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Durham, Connecticut. To travelers, it's the cute, homey town that they
happened to pass through during one of their trips through the state. To the
older residents, it's the town that they're trying to keep cute and homey.
And for the younger population, it's a wonderful place for them to get some
trouble started. But the thing is, most people in Durham don't try to cause the
drama that arises-- it just happens. There's a reason people call it the Soap
Opera town, afterall.
THIS IS MORNING
THAT'S WHEN I SPEND THE MOST TIME
THINKING 'BOUT WHAT I'VE GIVEN UP
THIS IS A WARNING
WHEN YOU START THE DAY JUST TO CLOSE THE CURTAINS
YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT WHAT I'VE GIVEN UP
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With a population of 6,627 people, 578 of which fill the halls of Reagan High
each year, trying to hide anything incredibly dramatic is statistically
impossible. The rumor mill runs twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week,
fifty-two weeks a year with no breaks. Ever. This quaint, New England
community that sits a mere hour outside of New York City is nothing short of
the cliché small town. Life is liesurely, the pace isn't as fast as in the big cities,
and there is absolutely no privacy whatsoever. Chances are, if you go through a
breakup in the morning, you're guaranteed to have at least three-quarters of
the people you know giving you their condolences by that afternoon. Having
family problems? They're probably not as well hidden as you think. And if you
screw up, even a little bit, you'll be getting those "I'm disappointed in you"
looks from almost everyone you pass.
Word travels that fast. And when you grow up in a place where your secrets
aren't secrets anymore, you can swing one of two ways. Way number one? You
don't care anymore. If you're going to party, you party. If you're going to drink,
you do it like the fish. And if you're going to sleep around, you don't have any
reservations about doing it in the dressing room of one of the few shops in town.
You become blatantly obvious about everything you do, because you've lost
the ability to care what anyone thinks anymore. They'll find out eventually
anyway, so why try to cover it up?
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
AS I'M SWIMMING THROUGH THE STEREO
I'M WRITING YOU A SYMPHONY OF SOUND
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
AS I REARRANGE THE SONGS AGAIN
THIS MIX COULD BURN A HOLE IN ANYONE
BUT IT WAS YOU I WAS THINKING OF
IT WAS YOU IS WAS THINKING OF
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Then again, there's the second way. You silently rebel. The thought of everyone
knowing everything you do just annoys you to no end. These kids are the ones
that mommy and daddy still think are their little angels, but they're almost
living double lives. The thrill of doing what they want to do while upholding an
image-- it's become fun, like some sort of twisted game. But whichever way the
younger generation decides to follow, it's creating absolute havoc in the town.
The well-rounded residents either can't stand or don't know what their children
are up to, while the even older townies are in an uproar over the reckless youth.
But what the "adults" fail to see is that this isn't just regular teen drama-- oh
no, that would be much to simple. These are their lives: deep, exposed, and
honest.
Come and join the kids of Durham, Connecticut, and try not to get tangled in
the webs woven throughout this small town. There's sex, drugs, parties-- lying,
cheating stealing-- love and loss, tears and laughter-- it's all here. We all know
what it's like to survive these years, so come and show how far, deep down,
our "insignificant" teen dramas really delve.
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© but it was you i was thinking of [2007-08]
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Durham, Connecticut. To travelers, it's the cute, homey town that they
happened to pass through during one of their trips through the state. To the
older residents, it's the town that they're trying to keep cute and homey.
And for the younger population, it's a wonderful place for them to get some
trouble started. But the thing is, most people in Durham don't try to cause the
drama that arises-- it just happens. There's a reason people call it the Soap
Opera town, afterall.
THIS IS MORNING
THAT'S WHEN I SPEND THE MOST TIME
THINKING 'BOUT WHAT I'VE GIVEN UP
THIS IS A WARNING
WHEN YOU START THE DAY JUST TO CLOSE THE CURTAINS
YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT WHAT I'VE GIVEN UP
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With a population of 6,627 people, 578 of which fill the halls of Reagan High
each year, trying to hide anything incredibly dramatic is statistically
impossible. The rumor mill runs twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week,
fifty-two weeks a year with no breaks. Ever. This quaint, New England
community that sits a mere hour outside of New York City is nothing short of
the cliché small town. Life is liesurely, the pace isn't as fast as in the big cities,
and there is absolutely no privacy whatsoever. Chances are, if you go through a
breakup in the morning, you're guaranteed to have at least three-quarters of
the people you know giving you their condolences by that afternoon. Having
family problems? They're probably not as well hidden as you think. And if you
screw up, even a little bit, you'll be getting those "I'm disappointed in you"
looks from almost everyone you pass.
Word travels that fast. And when you grow up in a place where your secrets
aren't secrets anymore, you can swing one of two ways. Way number one? You
don't care anymore. If you're going to party, you party. If you're going to drink,
you do it like the fish. And if you're going to sleep around, you don't have any
reservations about doing it in the dressing room of one of the few shops in town.
You become blatantly obvious about everything you do, because you've lost
the ability to care what anyone thinks anymore. They'll find out eventually
anyway, so why try to cover it up?
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
AS I'M SWIMMING THROUGH THE STEREO
I'M WRITING YOU A SYMPHONY OF SOUND
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
AS I REARRANGE THE SONGS AGAIN
THIS MIX COULD BURN A HOLE IN ANYONE
BUT IT WAS YOU I WAS THINKING OF
IT WAS YOU IS WAS THINKING OF
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Then again, there's the second way. You silently rebel. The thought of everyone
knowing everything you do just annoys you to no end. These kids are the ones
that mommy and daddy still think are their little angels, but they're almost
living double lives. The thrill of doing what they want to do while upholding an
image-- it's become fun, like some sort of twisted game. But whichever way the
younger generation decides to follow, it's creating absolute havoc in the town.
The well-rounded residents either can't stand or don't know what their children
are up to, while the even older townies are in an uproar over the reckless youth.
But what the "adults" fail to see is that this isn't just regular teen drama-- oh
no, that would be much to simple. These are their lives: deep, exposed, and
honest.
Come and join the kids of Durham, Connecticut, and try not to get tangled in
the webs woven throughout this small town. There's sex, drugs, parties-- lying,
cheating stealing-- love and loss, tears and laughter-- it's all here. We all know
what it's like to survive these years, so come and show how far, deep down,
our "insignificant" teen dramas really delve.
but it was you i was thinking of.[/color][/url]
© but it was you i was thinking of [2007-08]
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