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Monday, July 20, 2009 @ 7:49 AM
just a random thought. have you ever experienced something so deep that you can't feel its depths? |
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Sunday, July 19, 2009 @ 1:05 AM
I wish I could Bubble Wrap my heart, In case I fall and break apart, I'm not God I can't change the stars, And I don't know if there's life on Mars, But I know you hurt, The people that you love and those who care for you, I want nothing to do with the things you're going through. This is the last time, I give up this heart of mine, I'm telling you that I'm, A broken man who's finally realised, You're standing in moonlight, But you're black on the inside, Who-oo-oo-oo Do you think you are to cry? This is goodbye. I'm a little dazed and confused, But life's a bitch and so are you, All my days have turned into nights, Cos living without, without, without you in my life, And you wrote the book on how to be a liar, And lose all your friends, Did I mean nothing at all? Was I just another ghost that's been in your bed? Cos this is the last time, I give up this heart of mine, I'm telling you that I'm, A broken man who's finally realised, You're standing in moonlight, But you're black on the inside, Who-oo-oo-oo Do you think you are to cry? This is goodbye. Yeah! Turn on the radio honey, Cos every single sad song you'll be able to relate! And this one i dedicate! Whoa oh! Don't get all emotional baby, You can never talk to me, You're unable to communicate! This is the last time, I give up this heart of mine, I'm telling you that I'm, A broken man who's finally realised... This is the last time, I give up this heart of mine, I'm telling you that I'm, A broken man who's finally realised, You're standing in moonlight, But you're black on the inside, Who-oo-oo-oo Do you think you are to cry? This is goodbye. This is Goodbye. |
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009 @ 3:27 AM
"Art is never finished, only abandoned." "The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things and far below the musician in that of visible things." -Leonardo Da Vinci |
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Sunday, July 12, 2009 @ 5:34 AM
 Lock Me Away-Clive James In the NHS psychiatric test For classifying the mentally ill You have to spell “world” backwards. Since I heard this, I can’t stop doing it. The first time I tried pronouncing the results I got a sudden flaring picture Of Danny La Rue in short pants With his mouth full of marshmallows. He was giving his initial and surname To a new schoolteacher. Now every time I read the Guardian I find its columns populated By a thousand mumbling drag queens. Why, though, do I never think Of a French film composer (Georges Delerue, pupil of Darius Milhaud, composed the waltz In Hiroshima, Mon Amour) Identifying himself to a policeman After being beaten up? But can I truly say I never think of it After I’ve just thought of it? Maybe I’m going stun: Dam, dab and dangerous to wonk. You realise this ward you’ve led me into Spelled backwards is the cloudy draw Of the ghost-riders in the sky? Give me the deb at the end With an angle on the corridor, So I can watch this world you speak of Go by in the right redro, Dr La Rue. |
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Friday, July 10, 2009 @ 5:08 AM
it's all about meaning, isn't it? |
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@ 5:03 AM
I Hope You Dance- Lee Ann Womack I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat But always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance I hope you dance I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) (Where those years have gone) I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance Dance I hope you dance I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) I hope you dance (Where those years have gone) (Tell me who) I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) (Where those years have gone) |
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Saturday, July 04, 2009 @ 7:29 AM
You and I- ingrid michaelson & joshua radin Don't you worry there my honey We might not have any money But we've got our love to pay the bills Maybe I think you're cute and funny Maybe I wanna do want bunnies do with you if you know what I mean Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I Well you might be a bit confused And you might be a little bit bruised But baby how we spoon like no one else So I will help you read those books If you will soothe my worried looks And we will put the lonesome on the shelf Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I |
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@ 7:26 AM
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Nathaniel Hawthorne was born on July 4, 1804(American short-story writer and novelist, master of the allegorical and symbolic tale. One of the greatest fiction writers in American literature. 1804-1864) "Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you" |