sadly i lost the flow
but i'll borrow
from the song
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
Come and visit the land of the free
Here is my finger prints and a picture of me
My middle finger is up to represent how I feel
When will they wake up and see the real deal
Ah but fear breeds consumption
And consumption equals dollars
And dollars equals bigger homes
And bigger homes are what leaders need
It helps them think realistically about the common man
ps. Bellbottoms, disco and cheesy 70's porn rock!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
my mind is my prison
fear is the reazon
help me find
my freedom
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
I don't remember--it was a little sign language song we learned as kids in school--I always remebered most of it as well as the signing that accompanied it--I thought it was cool to talk with your hands. For some reason the tone of the poem reminded me of it.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
"i just don't know what to do with myself"
i guees i'll try and become somebody else
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
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Let the path be free from debris
Let the rivers flow unpolluted
Let love be free
Like a cloud in the sky
Free to float
On a raft
To watch time float by
One day to find land
To spread the word
To hold our hands
Our other two are oars
Paddling through the ocean of life
Passing out drunk on floors
It is the floor.
It got drunk
And passed out on me!
but i'll borrow
from the song
Jim Carrol
Burrow a hole
Grow a tree
Carve a totem-pole
With each cut
A story to tell
That speaks volumes
Without echoing a word
Tales of yore
Vanished in less than one hundred years
Can we go back to before?
Can be stored
As tales of yore
Open your eyes and hear more
See through my ears
Feel through my nose
Smell through my fingers
Draw with my feet
Paint with my mind
Talk out my ass
Speaking kind of crass
Stoned up on the grass
Mostly while saying mass
Then it materialized beneath me
And I lay me down to sleep
And I made promises I could keep
Lies that need to be exposed
Governments hiding secrets
But that is the way it goes
When they watch the TV
Politicians, leaders lying
Children in other places dying
last night.
Excuse the brevity.....
but I wish I lived longer in the seventies.
Here is my finger prints and a picture of me
My middle finger is up to represent how I feel
When will they wake up and see the real deal
And consumption equals dollars
And dollars equals bigger homes
And bigger homes are what leaders need
It helps them think realistically about the common man
ps. Bellbottoms, disco and cheesy 70's porn rock!
Popped in some porn
Dadda got with momma
and nine months later i was born.
Inside the womb
Then pushed and pulled into the air
Welcomed by polluted care
Until I am of an age
To fly away with a mate
To live in another cage
Breaking free in stages
As we turn the pages
And dwindle away the ages
fear is the reazon
help me find
my freedom
Jim Carrol
Questions that have no real answer
Therorized until the day I die
Through all the years
No one can tell me why
Tell me why the ivy twines
Tell me why the sky so blue
And I will tell you, how much I love you"
Jim Carrol
I don't remember--it was a little sign language song we learned as kids in school--I always remebered most of it as well as the signing that accompanied it--I thought it was cool to talk with your hands. For some reason the tone of the poem reminded me of it.
i guees i'll try and become somebody else
Jim Carrol
Do you mean like that "Becoming" show, where you get to be your favorite pop star for a day and lip sync a video???
I'd like to see someone "be" Lemmy Killmeister! That would be a cracker!