Gerard Way & My Chemical Romance

I’m writing to ask if anyone has My Chemical Romance Pictures from Portsmouth Guildhall, Wednesday 2nd November 2005. (PREFERABLY AFTER THE GIG) those of whom waiting until 1am for Gerard to turn out.
if so please send your pictures, thankyou.

To whom this may concern, please answer the following:
do you know where Gerard Way vocalist of My Chemical Romance is currently living in Los Angeles?
 
if so please contact me with further details, Thankyou.

Lyrics

And all my hopes and dreams
Aren’t for anyone
I keep them safe and sound
And all these victories
Not yours anymore
But can you hear me now?
The dead stop dreaming
I’ll set ablaze this life
Your shadow keeps me bright
So try and stop me
Or suffocate this light
Because I can burn all night
Until my heart stops beating
You’ll never hear me say
I’m backing down
If I say,
Its lost its meaning
If I can’t find my way
It’s over now
But I won’t
Walk away

Chorus:
Until the day
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
I’m never backing down
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
And hear me say
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
I’ll keep it safe and sound
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
I’ll keep it safe and…

This hopeless feeling
This fear of falling down
But I’m not crashing now
For all this bleeding
It wasn’t worth the sound
A million screaming out loud
And still
The end comes reeling
The curtain calls my name
I’m not afraid
And I know
You may not miss me
But I am not ashamed
The choice I made
But I can’t
Let this go

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
Like a crashing car
Or a dying star
That’s racing to the ground

Like the final words
Of the passengers
When the engines giving out

Will the world
Watch us burn

End Chorus:
Until the day
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
I’m never backing down
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
Just hear me say
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
I’ll keep it safe and sound
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
Keep it safe and sound
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
Keep it safe and sound
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
Keep it safe and sound
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
Keep it safe and sound
(Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh)
Keep it safe and sound

I kick so much ass, I’m bad-ass.
Um, yeah, right. Maybe in my dreams…when I can actually remember them.
It’s no secret that there’s no hope for me, my parents probably guessed that way before I did. Probably when I was at the age when any other normal teenage guy would be bringing home his first girlfriend for his parents to meet. That never happened to me. I mean, sure, I’ve had girls, a lot more than some people would say was healthy…but what would they know anyway? It’s just the fact that, no matter how hard they try, no girls, or even guys (yeah, I’ve experimented with genders – so shoot me) can help get rid of the constant feeling of emptyness, despair, loneliness.
I’m not completely gone yet though, there is one thing that helps me get through the nights – and a lot of the days too. Nobody ever notices anyway, teachers, other students, even my own brother…no one cares when I turn up to first class, half an hour late, with bloodshot eyes, staggering as I walk…nobody cares when I pass out halfway through the day…Mikey’s tried talking to me about it, but I just ignore him. At least my way of dealing with everything won’t show up if I suddenly decide to go swimming. Not that that’ll ever happen, I can’t even swim. I don’t give a fuck though, and why should I?
So the alarm sounds at seven am. As usual. And, as usual, I just ignore it….or maybe I won’t today. I used up my emergency supply of alcohol last night – as well as my usual amount. Maybe today I’ll just stay home. Wait, shit, can’t do that – that just means they’ll target me even more than usual when I go back tomorrow. Aww what the fuck, I’ll just go in hungover today.
After school’s over for the day, I wander over to the bus stop where Mikey stands, sweating in his Joy Division tee, even though it’s fucking summer.
We exchange a few words, he tells me he’s getting the bus today, apparently he’s going to see another guy – strictly school shit only – and besides, he’s heard that they aren’t getting the bus either today, some jock prick’s eighteenth party. I tell him to call home if he needed a lift back, then his bus comes and I leave him and began to walk home.
After about five minutes, I meet up with one of my latest whores…ahem, girlfriends and she decides she’s gonna walk back with me. It’s way outta her way but she apparently doesn’t care.
‘Hey, did you hear?’ she asks suddenly, completely out of the blue. I roll my eyes – which doesn’t help my goddamn hangover that just won’t leave me alone – and glance back at her.
‘Hear what?’
‘About that kid getting killed,’ she exclaims. This one isn’t particularly bright, she’s slightly preppy in her attitude, but doesn’t have many friends so gets ignored a lot…which is probably why she’s attached herself to me in the first place. I look at her sharply, but she’s serious…I think.
‘What kid – when?’
‘Some guy got thrown into the river a couple of nights ago,’ she says, her blue eyes filled with fake concern. ‘He used to live in my street, but we never spoke. He had his hands and feet tied and all…hey, the cops said he went to your school, did you know him?’
‘I don’t fucking know, you haven’t said his name yet,’ I retort. ‘Who was he then? Did they find out who threw him there in the first place?’
‘No, they don’t have any clues,’ she breaths, like she’s really scared. ‘His name was Ray Toro though, and he-’
‘Whoa, no way!’ I stop dead and grab her hand, pulling her back to face me. ‘No shit, Ray Toro? Shit. Shit.’
‘Did you know him?’ I run my fingers through my hair, wondering whether or not to tell her. The truth was, I did know Ray Toro…or at least knew of him. He was one of the nicest, most sincere guys in school. If, at the start of the year, I’d actually of been sober enough, I would have gotten to know him…even a few days ago I’d caught myself wishing I had. Now though, now I would never be able to. All because of them.
I manag to finally get rid of the girl at the end of my street, telling her I had to do some revision for my upcoming exams. As I walk in through the front door though, revision is the last thing on my mind. I need money.
On the way back from the shop, the trouble starts. I’d thought all the jocks and preps – the popular bully kids had gone to this party – apparently some of them think it’s cool to arrive fashionably late. They don’t see me at first, or if they do they don’t recognize me, but then one of them figures it out. Before I know what’s happening, they’re around me, trapping me in a circle.
‘Heeeyyy, look who it is boys,’ one of them – probably the leader of the gang – exclaims. ‘Well then, ’sup Way? How’s it going with all your clients? Got anything to report…nothing exciting…got any STD’s yet?’
‘Fuck you,’ I tell him, then correct myself. ‘Actually no, that would just be a quick way to get some. Did you know your girlfriend is screwing someone in fucking Maryland? No? Guess she’s not being entirely honest with you, huh?’
‘Get him,’ the guy mutters. Immediately, one of his followers leans forward and shoves me hard – straight back into another, who kicks me in the back of the knee – making me fall to the tarmac. And then it’s war. They’re punching me, kicking me, stamping on me. The leader grins smugly at me, then hits me in the stomach. I double up, trying not to moan cause that’ll only make them more vicious. And still the attack carries on.
I’m not sure how long it’s been going on when they finally stop; one mutters something about getting to the party and they all turn and leave, however not without the leader giving me one last kick in the ribs, then spitting at me.
I wait for a few minutes, then, when they’re out of sight, I get to my feet and look around for the bag with the booze in it. Surprisingly, nothing’s broken inside. I get to my feet and limp over to it – but just then, my stomach lurchs and I collapse to my hands and knees, puking up blood all over the sidewalk.
When I’m done, I manage to stagger to my feet and shakily make my way home. There’s nobody there…my parents are probably still at work and Mikey’s helping that kid with his homework.
There’s nothing to stop me now.
After raiding the contents of the medicine cabinet and taking every bottle of pills I can, I’m ready. No note, no explanation, nothing. The best way is in secret.
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When I get to the bridge, the sun is just setting, which makes me realize how long the day has actually been. The bridge stretches over this quarry type thing; apparently they used to find chalk here, but it’s empty now. I’ve never been down to the bottom, there’s only one way to get there. It’s pretty deep too, a few dozen feet at least!
I twist off the top to one of the bottles of vodka and open the container of valium. It’s almost full – even better. I knock the pills back with the vodka, then sit, perched on the edge of the bridge rail.
They’d gotten to Ray. It was obvious. They won’t rest until all of us miserable, unpopular, weird fuckers are gone…dead or driven away…
They won’t get punished for it, they never do. Not that it’s happened before, apart from with Ray, but those kinds of people get away with everything. I finish the vodka and start on another bottle, with more pills. Prozac this time. I can’t help giggling slightly…it’s kinda ironic really, prozac is an antidepressant, meant to help people resist the urge to commit suicide…not help them with it.
I close my eyes and think back to what the girl had told me. I hadn’t ever even spoken to Ray, so why did I feel like this? But deep down, I knew the answer. It was because we’d had things in common…I’d seen him around school, wearing band tees – Misfits, Dresden Dolls, Iron Maiden…we probably would have gotten on really well as mates. I didn’t think he’d ever had a girlfriend, and whenever I saw him he was alone. They should be punished for what they did to him, I think dazedly. Someone should…should tell the c…cops, f-f-frame them…or ev…even write them a n-note…That’s It – a note! I slide off the rail, landing on the bridge’s surface, then stagger and promptly fall over. The alcohol and the pills are really taking effect on me. What was I g…gonna…gonna do again?…Oh yeah, a note. Only trouble – I’ve got nothing to write on, or with. Shit. I sigh and open another bottle and another container of pills…I don’t even bother to read the name this time. I’m thinking now, how should I do it? Shall I finish the booze and pills, then jump? Or shall I just jump now? Or…wait…I could just wait for everything to take effect, and die of an overd…overdose…whoa, sky’s goin’ all…blurry…all blurry…Looks real p…pretty…think ‘m jus’ gonna lie here, lookin’ up at the sky…pretty way t…to…to go in the end…I turn my head and promptly throw up, taking myself by surprise. It’s horrible, but at least I’m not puking up blood anymore.
I sit up, swaying heavily now, and reach out for yet another bottle…shit…I’ve run out of pills. Ah well, least I’ve got the precious booze. I twist the bottle top, but nothing happens. I scowl at it and try again – it’s not working, my hands can’t seem to grip properly. I stand up, aiming to find a rock to smash it with, but don’t even make it to my feet. What the hell’s wrong with me?…Is everything takin’ effect already?…whoaa, everything’s spinnin’…really spinny…really really spinny…like I’m high or somethin’…oh well…jus’ gonna lie back an’…an’ shut my eyes…feel really sleepy…wait…wasn’ I gonna…gonna jump?

Hey, guys! Today I set up an MCR chat twitter. http://twitter.com/MyChemChat Here’s the back-story (originally posted as an MCRmy promotion project), and I would appreciate your help spreading the word so we can make this work! :} ♥ With the Twitter’s being such a HUGE and still-growing media, I thought a good way to promote the band would be to get My Chemical Romance on the trending topics list of the site. I made a project for this, and we have tried and failed time and time again (minus the whole #mikeywayday incident. Ha!), so I looked to often-trending subjects to find out the secrets. The secret to trending a topic on twitter is rapid-fire updates all sharing a common tag. If you look at #journchat, which trends on Monday nights, it is apparent why. This is a scheduled chat in which members discuss a topic, answering a common question and follow it with the tag #journchat. This makes all the responses show up when one searches #journchat on twitter, transforming the search results it into a chat room. So, I thought– what better way to not only promote the band but to also bond fans than to start an MCR twitter chat? This is why I created: #MCRchat Once we figure out a suitable time and set it, we will be able to start chats, and -with hope- make #MCRchat a trend, sparking the interest of others in the subject of MCR. With the band recording a new album, they need all the awareness and attention they can get! In order to make this work, though– we need a TON of people to get it started. If you guys want to support the cause, please post on twitter: “Join the #MCRchat (@MyChemChat)!” and follow your own “tweet’s” advice! and, soon, we’ll get the chat up and running! Thanks, cassie.

Every Sunday, I’ll be posting an entry in my Albums of the Aughts series, highlighting 50 great or near-great albums released since Jan.

The sudden death of saxophonist LeRoi Moore has had a transformative effect on the Dave Matthews Band.

 
Frank.
“Riley hurry the fuck up. no one loves you” i said and he rolled in on his skateboard with Elliot walking behind him
“dammit Riley” i said and walked upto my little brother and held his hand
“i won duck duck goose today!” he said happily
“did you get a prize?” i smiled
“a dinysaw” he said
“can i see?” i asked so he stopped and took his bag off and pulled it out
“oh.. its purple” i said
“i know!” he smiled
i lifted him up and walked to the car and Riley was talking to Eliza who laughed
“Riley get in the car” i said
“bye honey” Riley smiled and kissed Eliza on the cheek and she went all red
“RILEY!” i yelled and he got into the car “sorry Eliza”
“its.. yeah” she smiled “seeya later”
i waved and put Elliot in the back “wheres Nicole?” he asked
“im not sure buddy” i said
“that chick totally wanted me” Riley said
“Riley go buy a new hat, your not a rapper” i said and he frowned “im a skater you dickhead”
“your just a homosexual” i said and sat in the front and started the car 
when we got home i noticed Elliot was playing with his dinosaur and making it fly around for some reason. I unclicked Elliots seatbelt and my phone was ringing
“imma talk!” Elliot said standing infront of me
“fine” i sighed and handed my phone to him
“hello?” he said “yes.. im good”
i grabbed his bag and closed the door and he was walking to the front door
 ”he drove me home today” he said and i laughed and then he handed the phone to me “its Nicole”
i gave him a death stare “what.”
he put the phomne back to his ear “he doesnt wanna talk” he said
“no no no i do!” i said holding my hand out
“i never said that” i said on the phone and Nicole laughed
“i just wanted to say im sorry… can we talk or meet up or something?” she said
“of course” i said “i can come up to your place?”
“now?” she said
“if you want” i said
“come up now then before it gets dark” she said
“okay… im sorry too Nicole” i said
“i know Frank” she laughed
i drove to her house and she gave me a hug. We sat in her lounge room and she looked like she was prepared with what she was going to say
“im jealous of you” she said
“huh?” i said
“im jealous of the fact that im not like you” she said
“well i dont want you to be like me. im a mess” i said and she smiled “but your like.. one of the cool kids” she shrugged
“does it matter?” i asked moving closer to her
“after a few weeks with me you’ll become me” i said “well not like that”
she smiled “i just think im too innocent to be your girlfriend”
“you are not. inside you there is a dirty dirty girl” i said as he mother walked in
Nicole laughed and fell onto me giggling
“there we go…” i said patting her side “your a good girl…”
i looked up and her mother was gone “…if you take your pants off”
she smiled as i wrapped my arms around her
“theres still no excuse for what i said”
“it was a joke… im just too ordinary to understand it” she said
“your not ordinary” i said
she mumbled something and then sat up “do you want a cookie?”
“cookies?!” i said sitting up myself
“yes, cookies” she said
“oh boy oh boy!” i said following her to her pantry
“which one do you want?” she asked
“the one on top with chocolate stuff on it” i said
“hmm. i wanted that one” she said to herself
“oh i can have a different one?” i said
“no, here you go” she said handing it to me
i got it but i held it out to her “bite”
she put the jar back and took a bite but i let go and bit the other half really quickly and she backed herself onto the pantry door scared shitless. once i bit it off i took a step back and Nicole was crying
“aww im sorry” i laughed and gave her a hug
“you scared me” she said inbetween bites
“i know… atleast the cookie is good” i said
“it is pretty good” she said in a small sad voice
i wiped her tears away and we went and sat in her room
“maybe i could pimp out your room?” i said looking at the plain walls
“hmm. i dunno…” she said
“ill put pictures of me on every space” i smiled
“oh then go ahead” she smiled
“but speaking of pictures” i said looking at her “we should totally have a photo day”
“photo day?” she said confused
“where we just take heaps of photos together for… private use” i said and she laughed
“sounds unusual” she said
“i know, ive never done it but it’ll be fun” i said “millions of pretty pictures of me”
she blinked at me
“oh and you too” i added
she just shook her head and laughed.
 
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eighteen. mr bean. baked beans. spaghetti.
 
24.08.2009.
william beckett baby.
27.08.2009
sarahs birthday. buy her shit. x]
 
 
 
 
“im gonna tell you that i love you, in the best way that i can”
 
 
 

gerard way prom pic