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all about you
all about you
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mis heard lyrics. please share
This is funny. McCready ? "I want to rock and roll all night, and part of the day." Hendrix " Excuse me while I kiss this guy" Me. Vedder lyric " Hearts and farts they fade away, Hearts and Farts they fade away.." listen more :lol: Please add?
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Add a word.... Make a Story...
I think we did this a long time ago, but I could not find it.... Anyway... Add a word to the person aboves to continue a story... feel free to stop a sentence, with a period but run-ons are encouraged... I'll start In
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Sputtering and muttering to myself
Feeling grouchy is so unpleasant! and yet it always takes me a while to know what's going on inside I think I'm actually struggling with this age number I reached this year! I also resent the fact that my body is aging I'm upset my hair is turning gray and my face is changing I feel like my physical body has betrayed me!…
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insurmountable
So much stuff for people who don’t have anything So much space when we moved in here Now there’s so much fucking stuff and it’s never been emptier You fell back into a maelstrom of blankets and pillows and then you were gone and there’s nothing left but stuff Pictures that sting my eyes and suck the air out of my chest…
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the enemy without
the mind spills like a tongue with no frills the brain is cupped and the thumbs act as gills in unison they dance for breathable air in reality there's asphyxiation everywhere the death of the soul is never apparent neither is crossing over to the transparent they become like plexiglass coming in for a landing diminishing…
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Ukulele. Thank You ED!!!!
Really Quick? Interpretation of Ed Lyrics Let me know what Really Quick? Interpretation of Ed Lyric This is my feelings of my divorce? FEEDback? (he's about to crash my world again :? ) Ukulele I’ve got our love to remember That will never change, I have you in my HEAD (and heart) And though I’ll never HOLD you And I’m…
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Help support my Pabst Photography book...
Hi everyone.. I am about 45 days away from finishing a photography book focused on the abandoned buildings of the Pabst Brewery and I just started a funding project on kickstarter.com ... My small ode to PJ is I did bring my 2nd edition Vitalogy book to the brewery and have one pic with a pabst bottle on it with the…
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The Stylist
The stylist did this! It bothers me to see how the edges have been sanded off and changed how the hair has been coiffed and styled and blown smooth dyed and puffed and made neat all in an attempt to make a perfect picture take the passion out, leave the image that makes other people comfortable and attracted don't exhibit…
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The Earthquakes shakes makes the dry bones shiver
The Earthquakes shakes makes the dry bones shiver By Steven Kain As a child I often wondered If ever there would come a time In the far away future when So many people died that the graveyards were full And we had to keep opening new cemeteries That would eventually be filled too All the fields, forest, empty lots would be…
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The Picture Kept Will Remind Me - from "Moments"
Hello again all. I finished my musical based on Pearl Jam's songs, and for the moment its on the shelf while I wait to hear back from the band's business management whether I should proceed. In the meanwhile I wrote a sequel play which doesn't use their music ( or anyone else's it isn't a musical ) titled "Moments."…
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Sunday song
Frank Zappa wouldn't like this it's all about leaves and love and blue skies no complicated message or social commentary no clever, pithy-punchy-phrasing it's just a delicate ditty about feeling fine white trees and blue skies pink blossoms and green pies cool breezes and warm sun! a waking mood, chores done walk along to…
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The only way you could ever fail is if you never tried.
From 10,000 feet, the roads are empty scratches on a wooden cupboard from an unskilled boy, our houses, dust to be swept under his bed. From 1,000 feet, trees have character: individual beings separated from overspilled paint. Our vehicles show us Lite-Brite gridlock. From 100 feet, faces are shaded. Hair colors the…
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Vagabond Gypsy
Tripping thru the holes of the sun Dragging along with me everything that I own I’m a vagabond gypsy I’m a thief in the night. Mississippi levy and a storm in my eyes Rocky mountain high and a land slide in flight I can bring the rolling thunder I can make the lightning strike I’m the son of a bitch that made you cry. I’m…
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congregation
i thought id lost this one.. fortunately i was mistaken. benjamin and victoria were in a band he played drums while she sang after awhile they decided some songs might be nice so they asked victoria's brother to play guitar, they didnt have to ask twice now jonah had visions and played like the devil he had a sweet sweet…
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the enemy without
the mind spills like a tongue with no frills the brain is cupped and the thumbs act as gills in unison they dance for breathable air in reality there's asphyxiation everywhere the death of the soul is never apparent neither is crossing over to the transparent they become like plexiglass coming in for a landing diminishing…
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Depressed friends
I wonder why some people can't seem to believe in goodness they can't seem to stop the way their minds turn back to negative assumptions what happened in there?!! why do they go in that direction? it's as if, no matter what happens, their negative slant returns a person could flip the world over to make everything good for…
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Ambiguity
I'd rather be in a room full of starving wolves then in a conversation with you.......in circles I just can't take your singular world view it's not all that simple it's not all about you love won't solve it all hate won't solve it all either but to think that either one, alone, can you're not a truth seeker judgement of…
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pillage and plunder
what will you do with all that you have all that you’ve worked for, all that you’ve saved you can’t take it with you, or so I’ve been told not one fucking penny, not one gram of gold when you draw your last breath ,what thoughts will you carry that awful man, your father, or the man that you married will there be children…
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Dirty
are we not nothing a speck of dust like a worm a hole not even a germ or germinating not a seed or to be no water not moving not loving no sun no eyes to see no me to be how long can I in all this time wasting if you could just lay be with me all there is in this one second or not
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Tick tock
A direct connection between feelings and expression stars and planets and silver-white haze thrown in larger than peas on the ground yes, bigger than human green beans! humor is good, we need it communication is freedom, isn't it? speak when we want to hold our own piece when we want to (it's desire both ways) want to,…
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Bleed Me
you'd bleed me dry you'd bleed me dry you'd empty my veins without saying why I give and you take doesn't make sense not even your type what's my offense? why do I take this? why do you fake this? I just can't shake this how did I make this? stick it in, stick it in deep stick it in, stick it in deep draw it all out,…
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It Rained Tomorrow
if I died tomorrow would you apologize today? or would you just let it be? regret what you didn't say? if it rained tomorrow would you go outside today? would you enjoy the sun? or ignore its sustaining rays? why you just sit there all by yourself it's really quite beyond me collecting dust on the shelf we need to enjoy…
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Ride My Wave
let me pick you up hold you in my arms squeeze you tight nothing will harm out on my ocean no one's a slave under my sun just riding my wave just let it all go and run through the deep if I could, I'd do this all day and even float in my sleep it will do you wonder do you know what I mean? just go with the current let your…
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poetry has ran its course.
the end. what a fucking comical rigid pile. you the strict lawmaker. a sheriff in jail? we broke into the city now we can only not escape. we beg nicely get thrown scraps sometimes only bone bloodied and fractured like a hole breathing and blowing out the top of the decomposing whale and where only a handfull of…
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Mahogany
Lazy in the night comes the flesh and bones of distant memories Walking slowly thru the door like the ghost of desire here forever more Invested and etched in stone the body and soul I can’t let go . Legends and flights of fancy together do a ritual dance around the chandelier Hanging in the empty ballroom created and…