maybe. I will see. there's something a bit scary about putting pictures on the net. but then again I doubt I will be able to hold back showing my beautiful baby to everyone
maybe. I will see. there's something a bit scary about putting pictures on the net. but then again I doubt I will be able to hold back showing my beautiful baby to everyone
Well, I undestand your hesitations, and can respect that. It does feel strange to put piscs on the web sometimes...but I still hope you do post a pic of the minijammer...
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Well, I undestand your hesitations, and can respect that. It does feel strange to put piscs on the web sometimes...but I still hope you do post a pic of the minijammer...
Fungal spore
Fruity corpse
Makes me high
Makes me see
Psilocin
Endorphin
Shamanic cause
Within my dreams
To tout the gods
To buy some time
To envision my deity
Please have them fall
To cleanse though bleed
To breed reishi
Alkaloids to set me free
And when I fall
To my sanctum place
Taste muscimol
Find the spirits that comfort me
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
And I'll take some Psilocin with that, please. Hee Hee!
Nice...
I came up with it while attempting to write a book...yeah I said it...a book. A really short book...but still a book...It's about a squirrel...its mom gets eaten when it is young, and it does not learn to properly forage for itself after that...it gets fairly strange from there.
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Nice...
I came up with it while attempting to write a book...yeah I said it...a book. A really short book...but still a book...It's about a squirrel...its mom gets eaten when it is young, and it does not learn to properly forage for itself after that...it gets fairly strange from there.
Did you ever read the B. Potter book Squirrel Nutkin? I found it quite funny and interesting while reading it to my sons. The squirrel in that has a developmental disorder.
I am not too sure what has been influencing me of late...mehh...
There was a time
way back when
we we were all drunk and ornery
and a little bit stoned
and a little bit stoned
and a little bit stoned
and when the time did come
when we had to rise
it wasn't pretty
with the room a muck
and there was an image staring right there
and I stared right back
well it didn't move
and I stared it back
played monkey do as monkey see
what a frightful image
what a frightful image
what a frightful image
that I'd seen
and I drank that drink
and I want that back
well I drank that drink
Is this hell or heaven
Is this hell or heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
well I just don't know
well I just don't know
well I just don't know
and I guess that shows
and I guess that shows
Is this hell or heaven
Is this hell or heaven
well I drank that drink
Is this hell or heaven
well it goes to show
as again we go
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Every time I reach inside to feel
Grab a piece of something wrong
Never seems to come out right
Every time I reach inside to feel
Take a little more time to search
Maybe next time it will all come out all right
Sometimes it seems I search to long
Never find a place where I can rest
Never find a place where I belong
Well when you look at me in my eyes
Can you see the things I do
Or do I stand alone again tonight
All I really need to know
There’s truth out there
Or so I’ve often been told
You can stumble upon it
Right there in the middle of the night
Creeps up upon you
But will I turn my back
And walk away in fright
Change often comes
But not to those who wait
I bid my time
Waiting for it to be just right
Joy may be what it brings
But I fear it will consume with fright
ooOo liked this one
Change often comes
But not to those who wait
> good line!
With the creeps not progressing forward
cowering withing shadows
comforting
Staring up to ivory towers
to heights that you have been
settling back in times of contentment
watch the unfolding
a conforming
Shocking
the ways the mind becomes betraying
shaping with every sin
to a point of disillusion
keeps our spirit bound within
A bout with no conquestor
leaves you numb inside
shriveling to where it all begins
Accepting life's little choices
or backing away from all that's real
set your mind in a world of false glamors
false truths begin to reveal
when it becomes so all consuming
eating progress from within
with fractures in the mindset
that mold reshapes a new
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
little steps to take
to others not the same
fighting for a moment
struggle through the rest
no urge to forget about
not easy to digest
loving every moment
to pass with no regrets
not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day
little steps to take
inside he feels the same
living in a moment
to watch others led astray
watching as the hours pass
death to another day
might not see tomorrow
that's a bonus anyways
you may wonder why
or how he even tries
you may wonder why
oh to him there are no doubts
not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
little steps to take
to others not the same
fighting for a moment
struggle through the rest
no urge to forget about
not easy to digest
loving every moment
to pass with no regrets
not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day
little steps to take
inside he feels the same
living in a moment
to watch others led astray
watching as the hours pass
death to another day
might not see tomorrow
that's a bonus anyways
you may wonder why
or how he even tries
you may wonder why
oh to him there are no doubts
not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day
btw...this is about one's struggles with terminal illness and how others look in with pity and wonder how/why he does his day to day routine. he on the other hand doesn't care, because now he appreciates his every day life, realizing that each day he wakes up is just another bonus.
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Can you hold me tight
as we clip these wings
I really hope...this will make things better
I don't know
give me some time
maybe then we'll see
I mop
my mind
so clean
so so
full of disbelief
I soak
my sores
my feet
have run my thoughts a mile
Can you hold my soul
as clench my breath so tight
I really hope...this will make things better
I don't know
give me a chance
to disprove it all this time
I cleanse
my hands
and bleach
inside
my back
so frail
it hurts
weight of the world on my my mind
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
All these angel wings
never mean a thing
when I'm lying here
dying here
so lonesome
All these angel wings
they never mean a thing
when it's stuck inside my head
when I decay
like that rusting alter
I left all for a little convo
just a little person to person
laid my self down
held a temple to the heavens
shed myself so humble
toss away all the precious little things
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
they never mean a thing
I've tried to shed my skin
make me into a new may
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
never mean a thing
when lying here
how the heel did this begin
I just wanted a little something
to make things a little better
every other step
seemed to sink a little deeper
can't we just have a single day
a glimpse of something beautiful
all these angel wings
when I'm lying here
trying to let my mind sink
maybe get a little peace
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
they never mean a thing
maybe make a nice pillow
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
If I walk and I shake
and I look all about
is this about it
is this all that we can take
this wasn't worth traveling for
this wasn't worth the gas
the miles
the loss of sleep
no nothing, no
and the sunset
well the sun is already down
and the stars above
and the moon within
are nowhere to be found tonight
because the sky is dark
but the clouds above
seem to block it all from sight
well I can piss, I can moan
can do it with the best of them all
but there's no denying what I'm seeing here
because there's nothing here at all
but there's nothing we can do at all
our money and all our time
seems it's already spent
so I'll suck in the last of the air that I can find
everything is fucked
so I guess we should call it a night
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
and in this gentle grace we see a slow one walking with a pace then never quickens and a stride to leave one to wonder how is this so easy why does it all come for free
I knew the theme some blood from stone same time and tone I knew the theme bleed my soul go on set me free
and we stared into the sun the crescent moon giving way there is a vigour in the light it screams in the same echo of pain so distant and caressing bleaching the drying skin
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
I can't tell you what I know or just what it is I've heard not for lack of bitter faith nor being terribly misunderstood I can't seem to spell out just what I really mean confusion and condemnation shall never be your fault nor misalignment off of your own discourse when we are all surrounded not with hate, but ultraviolet loving everything we've come to grow has shown to be nothing that we have ever known it seems to drain right down to the fractured bones to learn that life can lack grander meaning
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
I used to remember I used to proclaim that love was a violence we never were clean I used to surrender some passion for pain not knowing a difference we shiver we scream to unravel in dream
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Comments
Why thankyou MzPacman
how is the glowing mother to be today?
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Pretty darn good, thank you for asking. wondering when the baby will be here. soon. can't wait
are we going to get to see pictures
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
maybe. I will see. there's something a bit scary about putting pictures on the net. but then again I doubt I will be able to hold back showing my beautiful baby to everyone
Well, I undestand your hesitations, and can respect that. It does feel strange to put piscs on the web sometimes...but I still hope you do post a pic of the minijammer...
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
couldn't help myself
http://forums.pearljam.com/showthread.php?p=3890068#post3890068
Fruity corpse
Makes me high
Makes me see
Psilocin
Endorphin
Shamanic cause
Within my dreams
To tout the gods
To buy some time
To envision my deity
Please have them fall
To cleanse though bleed
To breed reishi
Alkaloids to set me free
And when I fall
To my sanctum place
Taste muscimol
Find the spirits that comfort me
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
sorry...just watched Bill and Tedd
I maybe shoulda started a new thread for this...I see it being 7 posts long...mehhh...it fits hand in hand with the rest of the tread.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
HA HA HA!! Mr. Ryan: "It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a salad dressing dude."
Ah, 80's movies. They were so awesome.
You put stuff wherever you want, DUDE!
And I'll take some Psilocin with that, please.
Nice...
I came up with it while attempting to write a book...yeah I said it...a book. A really short book...but still a book...It's about a squirrel...its mom gets eaten when it is young, and it does not learn to properly forage for itself after that...it gets fairly strange from there.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Did you ever read the B. Potter book Squirrel Nutkin? I found it quite funny and interesting while reading it to my sons. The squirrel in that has a developmental disorder.
I shall have to indulge in that
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
There was a time
way back when
we we were all drunk and ornery
and a little bit stoned
and a little bit stoned
and a little bit stoned
and when the time did come
when we had to rise
it wasn't pretty
with the room a muck
and there was an image staring right there
and I stared right back
well it didn't move
and I stared it back
played monkey do as monkey see
what a frightful image
what a frightful image
what a frightful image
that I'd seen
and I drank that drink
and I want that back
well I drank that drink
Is this hell or heaven
Is this hell or heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
well I just don't know
well I just don't know
well I just don't know
and I guess that shows
and I guess that shows
Is this hell or heaven
Is this hell or heaven
well I drank that drink
Is this hell or heaven
well it goes to show
as again we go
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
ooOo liked this one
Change often comes
But not to those who wait
> good line!
And I understand the searching...
why thank you
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
cowering withing shadows
comforting
Staring up to ivory towers
to heights that you have been
settling back in times of contentment
watch the unfolding
a conforming
Shocking
the ways the mind becomes betraying
shaping with every sin
to a point of disillusion
keeps our spirit bound within
A bout with no conquestor
leaves you numb inside
shriveling to where it all begins
Accepting life's little choices
or backing away from all that's real
set your mind in a world of false glamors
false truths begin to reveal
when it becomes so all consuming
eating progress from within
with fractures in the mindset
that mold reshapes a new
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
to others not the same
fighting for a moment
struggle through the rest
no urge to forget about
not easy to digest
loving every moment
to pass with no regrets
not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day
little steps to take
inside he feels the same
living in a moment
to watch others led astray
watching as the hours pass
death to another day
might not see tomorrow
that's a bonus anyways
you may wonder why
or how he even tries
you may wonder why
oh to him there are no doubts
not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
btw...this is about one's struggles with terminal illness and how others look in with pity and wonder how/why he does his day to day routine. he on the other hand doesn't care, because now he appreciates his every day life, realizing that each day he wakes up is just another bonus.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Enjoy this one...
Adobe viejo y cansado me rodea
lleno de historias de tristeza
2 ciruelos centrados en mi patio
1 damasco y 1 membrillo moreteado
Puertas de madera fràgil
me dan la partida
a calles a ratos silenciosas
a ratos aturdida
Veo y oigo pies pisar mi vereda
son muchos por la mañana
nadie al medio dìa
muchos en la tarde
nadie al sol, a su caida...
De noche sòlo perros y gatos
sombras y siluetas
1 auto, 2 bicicletas...
pero nadie, nadie a mi lado
I hope can you translate and enjoy this.
Sorry for my english
With love
Irene.-.
Wish I knew Spanish
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
as we clip these wings
I really hope...this will make things better
I don't know
give me some time
maybe then we'll see
I mop
my mind
so clean
so so
full of disbelief
I soak
my sores
my feet
have run my thoughts a mile
Can you hold my soul
as clench my breath so tight
I really hope...this will make things better
I don't know
give me a chance
to disprove it all this time
I cleanse
my hands
and bleach
inside
my back
so frail
it hurts
weight of the world on my my mind
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
never mean a thing
when I'm lying here
dying here
so lonesome
All these angel wings
they never mean a thing
when it's stuck inside my head
when I decay
like that rusting alter
I left all for a little convo
just a little person to person
laid my self down
held a temple to the heavens
shed myself so humble
toss away all the precious little things
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
they never mean a thing
I've tried to shed my skin
make me into a new may
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
never mean a thing
when lying here
how the heel did this begin
I just wanted a little something
to make things a little better
every other step
seemed to sink a little deeper
can't we just have a single day
a glimpse of something beautiful
all these angel wings
when I'm lying here
trying to let my mind sink
maybe get a little peace
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
they never mean a thing
maybe make a nice pillow
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
and I look all about
is this about it
is this all that we can take
this wasn't worth traveling for
this wasn't worth the gas
the miles
the loss of sleep
no nothing, no
and the sunset
well the sun is already down
and the stars above
and the moon within
are nowhere to be found tonight
because the sky is dark
but the clouds above
seem to block it all from sight
well I can piss, I can moan
can do it with the best of them all
but there's no denying what I'm seeing here
because there's nothing here at all
but there's nothing we can do at all
our money and all our time
seems it's already spent
so I'll suck in the last of the air that I can find
everything is fucked
so I guess we should call it a night
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
we see a slow one walking
with a pace then never quickens
and a stride to leave one to wonder
how is this so easy
why does it all come for free
I knew the theme
some blood from stone
same time and tone
I knew the theme
bleed my soul
go on set me free
and we stared into the sun
the crescent moon giving way
there is a vigour in the light
it screams in the same echo of pain
so distant and caressing
bleaching the drying skin
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
so distant and caressing....
your poetry ten years old traveled on these words to mine ear....thank you
or just what it is I've heard
not for lack of bitter faith
nor being terribly misunderstood
I can't seem to spell out just what I really mean
confusion and condemnation shall never be your fault
nor misalignment off of your own discourse
when we are all surrounded
not with hate, but ultraviolet loving
everything we've come to grow
has shown to be nothing that we have ever known
it seems to drain right down to the fractured bones
to learn that life can lack grander meaning
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
I used to proclaim
that love was a violence
we never were clean
I used to surrender
some passion for pain
not knowing a difference
we shiver we scream
to unravel in dream
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key