You take that fateful first small step from the car door in your stilettos; As I reach for fire for my cigarette, the light flashes as it let's go (and then) the darkness spread's across our eyes, as we look up with anticipation.. see all the color's of our starlit sky! begin to shift, in our, general direction. As we fall, showered by the night, seeing the moon's renewed attention; with every breath we take we make a wish and laugh this has to be coincidence... That I'm losing my addiction's! constantly.. with every moment of your affection as I can only go so far as to say the rest is up to you and inspiration a new plan we may have to make.. to take us further from this place now as the sun comes up she smile's we should meet her by the lake front! look at the water with her reflection stand up slow and take the back roads carefully.. they would not be forgotten.. don't lose yourself in your old memories.. just be content that you still have them.. and take a moment to reflect with me.. at all the thing's our young hearts made happen... and we would stand alone amidst a field of green watching our past transgressions.. materialized before us in a haze... the mist will fall again. |
Oh say.. Like the wind, in a whis-per.. the description.. of the stars constellations outline to me in paraphrase your zo-di-ac.. and tell me the meaning of those freckles on your arm.. looking up, to see all those meteors.. another falling in love metaphor.. so bright and lovely like our future, foretold.. (on solid ground like our earth) and the idea doesn't get old.. no, no it don't planning out my winter on the beach with her But she'd rather think about that later.. right now she must concentrate on work.. And I said hey pretty baby wontcha be my girl I say oh, to me, that would mean the world as much as I may sound cliche the feeling behind it for me doesn't change And I say oh, let's catch this movie that I wanted to see do this for me and for you it's free.. you'll like it I promise laughter guaranteed no tears today or those other bad night dreams And if it comes down to it we can flip a coin putting our fate in lucks kind choice nothing will be easier than letting go for a change.. as it shakes rattles and rolls down the drain.. |
Of all thoughts we choose to change, those we would put upon the page.. erased. |
Sonny made it back home in one piece but he dosen't really know if he want's to be stuck home alone while it snows outside! (about an hour and a half away from her eyes) And he can't stop thinking about their weekend of what they did and what they didn't of how he felt when she laid with him all night.. (sleeping peacefully close by his side) And that two hour drive back to her house to drop off her friends and then lay around her music on, door closed.. family, pre-occupied that's right and if he had a choice he would have stayed there till the sun came up he would have played with her hair making lopsided ponytails spinning her around as we danced on her carpet to our favorite sound smiling back and fourth semi-in-love not quite there since our confessions we only dream of and they seem to last so long.. e-speci-a-lly, when she would be gone.. and working or something.. school happens sometimes.. but the closest I'll get till the next visit.. is this rhyme.. |
My traveling itch is kicking in.. I'm watching to motorcycle diaries again and wishing for the open air.. a bus.. or car.. anywhere.. I've decided I have a plan, finally, a purpose to travel lol. But anyways here's my idea. The film I've been recording and working on is about life, mine here and there over the past year or so, and I think the best way to depict it is to travel some more, there are alot of scenes in it that I have figured out need to happen, and I'm going to write the script, soon, but after I get that finished, I have a journey to go on.. It wont be finished you see, there's a plot twist, the movie is going to be called sound-track.
It will be a movie about the search for the music of itself, my journies along the way and in the making.. perhaps a scene or two from when I call nick up to randomly fly from minnesota on some hair-brained scheme to get world recognition.. something like that :P
But in the end, the movie will be about showing it to people and getting the worlds opinion on a life.. or two.. or more within..
I think I may end up losing the copy I carry in some freak accident.. or mugged or robbed, but who knows.. it may be worth it to do it all again, who gets that chance right? |
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I followed a girl to a kitchen where she sat neatly by the sink her pink pokadotted skirt was ruffled and her hands were all covered in ink.. she pointed to a man he was laughing in the sun and held out her hand telling me to follow her again and walking slowly to the edge of her garden she leaned down and named a flower after me and he spoke! stretching his arms so strongly! he awoke! and looked right up at me. he said son, how long have I been sleeping? to which she replied only a short time he looked her dead in the eyes his thorns stood up at his sides he opened his mouth! held his hands out... and he died.. he died.. as the light.
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 08:03 pm
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| » Steppin' |
I want to get lost in the sound of the city, let every raindrop on the windows reflect me. listen to the cars, the traffic, the pavement, as all the sheep walk around making payments... forget all their worries, they aren't your troubles! it's just me for now, and I'm already seeing double, I sit here alone, on my lawn, and I'm barefoot, planning my next step... and it must be careful. Slowly resolving the universal sollution, one moment it's there, but then just another illusion, my wishes seem fair, but utterly useless..... I want a smart girl, that smokes in the garden drives a fast car, and helps me when I want it.. wear's high heels in public, sandals in the summer.. releaxed about life; and dosent want to be a mother. As I'm lost in the bassline, she helps me find my way, and glory she sounds almost as good as she tastes! ripped jeans and dreadlocks, tanktops and a suntan, she dosen't cry much, but knows how to hold hand's... she's out there somewhere, and I'm steppin' to find her, maybe someday she'll be there without reminders.. you see I like brunette's, especially with ball's, not like a man, but you get where I came from.. they need that spark, that fire within them, and if she don't dance then she's no friend of mine man! forget all their worries, they aren't your troubles... it's just me for now and I'm already seeing double. I sit here alone, on my lawn, and I'm barefoot, planning my next step... ...and it must be careful.
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 06:02 pm
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| » Story teller |
I found this old note book with a mark made of string neatly wrapped up in laces.. amongst all your old things I don't think I've seen it no not before and it's taken close to two years... for me to open up this drawer It was empty and white like a forgotten bride.. Except that last page that said "write me again someday" seems you were hoping for a change! I see! let's say there was! And I'm not the same would you fall back in love? would you call out my name? could it be as it was? why can't I get over this feeling of missing!.. us.... we used to laugh in the rain.. dancing next to the laundromat.. getting our feet wet again.. hiding out in the basement! talking gossip of friends and how we were the only normal ones.. because we couldn't understand them! do you remember how that felt.. to do nothing, just lay there.. and be in love with someone else..
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 05:44 pm
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| » Lil punk |
It's come to my attention soluted by the baseline that I am a machine of my own invention Forget all comprehension release your aprehensions And play this chord! Stum it up! (once more) It's all out war! As Treble takes a black eye the midrange is confused The low is getting high again and blaming it on you! As it drops (drops) Taking it back bang boomarang and it stops (stops) crazy like an orangatange while it chops (chops) a piece out of your chest you're stuck on your needles your mind is all set and you can't let go or forget.. this mo..ment...
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 03:15 pm
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| » Merry Christmas |
It's so complicated the things that you say about yourself.. your past and your present situations astound me like nobody else.. and it's a mystery you see I don't know why (why wont you tell me) but everything you do seems to make me smile, oh..and I try to make it better... keeping that look in your eyes forever.. your pupils are big and you don't do anything... but your mom says.. that's just them letting the love in.. ( I like that) and so many reasons to leave and start over someplace else.. there's not too many faces I would stick by like this, with a good pace and education we can get started.. on this life journey from our dearly departed... pasts. long gone are the days of waking up hungover.. for many good reasons your presence keeps me sober.. and of all the confusion that would surround my heart.. with you around it's like having a bright candle in the dark, and we take a step up across this hardwood floor.. our toes on the carpet we dance like we never have before you smile back as we sing our favorite song of the day.. of all the other tunes our harmony dosen't seem to change.. no no.. not in any way.. any ways it's getting late and it's time to tuck in.. turn off those lights and wrap yourself up next to me see us, in moonlight.. looking at the stars, just waiting for the snow.. as you're laying in my arms.
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 01:07 pm
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| » What happened to edgar |
She so hauntingly sang.. in southern California.. under the rain drenched breeze, calling out for help.. please don't let our friends forget the reason we all beleive... there are moments in life we hold up and remember each day and cherish and love and even those we hate.. we can't wash away.. not with memories not even with rain.. and who are we to say the world lacks.. parasites we site listening to loud noises lit up in shacks.. tkaing poison in us.. like love.. and trust.. making ourselves fall apart like the rust,.. we age and we turn and we sigh.. no matter how hard life may be we still die.. and it's come down to this.. perfect.. kiss.. to realize that look in your eys.. they still look big brown and new.. and all that you see you see pretty in youth of all the things wrong.. with the words of this song.. they seem to better when mentioning you..
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 07:27 am
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| » [Psytrance] in the city |
Psytrance in the city.. It's clear as it is near me.. the beat that holds our tempo.. a dancing whirl of green.. a neon painted wall and a florescent tapestry.. reflects your silouette.. on camera.. for me.. and we stand here in the basement.. a dancing circle spins.. a low baselune rumbles.. and a painter changes inks.. as the blue lights.. illuminate mine and my closest friends face! I stand there.. in the music of the scene.. and its Psytrance in the city! the night seems to get darker.. as you walk up those steps.. to the room.. where the bar is.. oh it's psytrance in the city... and it's completely harmless with all these oldschoolers.. and new age lovers.. oh it's loud as it is beutiful and it's lovely as it's proud! for every moment.. the symbols.. girates.. your heart might just.. skip a beat.. ohhh its Psytrance! in the city! maybe a little lost.. but of all the thing's we've done here.. we've proven ourselves.. to have a cause..
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 05:02 am
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| » Again |
I sit here searching for your name page after page it doesn't read the same with idioms and similes a comparison of identities.. you are a ghost that I'm still after even after the book has given up it's last chapter I wait up night's for that phone call maybe that's why I don't sleep at all! and I'd sit here writing poems.. and trying to break free.. of all these little heartbreaks.. of all these lovely memories, and when I come across your face, smiling with something smart to say I find myself back there.. reaching for your hand again and I know that I'm a sucker a pushover of sorts, they say that's why you liked me I was the perfect boy to hurt and I wish I was more observant than serving all your needs but you see I was in love then.. and I don't think I won't ever be again.. And no! I don't want your friendship and no! I don't need this back, It just helps a bit to remember the pain I felt back then.. as with a little bit of a choke getting those old familiar lumps in my throat.. I sing.. of everything.. I'm happy to see you're do-ing.. well.. again...
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 04:57 am
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| » A change in season |
It's winter now.. the sun is out.. and the snow is melting all around, us but you gotta watch your breathing take a look where you stand down at your feet carefully when you grab my hand and it's so simple so simple to say but complex as a flake (say it) landing to melt on your face resembling those tears that I tried to wipe away and help you forget from past years.. and those "better days" oh, dream another.. lucid resolve.. an end to all problems you didn't want at all and here we were in dark walking your street glow sticks in hand doing tricks off our feet! does it pain you.. that I like the way that you smile..
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It's been a few weeks, since I've seen you last, I've been biding my time, and making my plans as it rests on me to make it right, I feel I have no choice but to bid you goodnight as I lean back content you're asleep and maybe you smiled for a second if you had me in your dream but while I set down my work and ready for bed theres just the thought of you running all through my head and he can't stop no jumping jack flash! he's running full speed and he's not looking back! to the hurt he left.. under that bridge.. laying together on the corner of the river.. shes was beautiful then.. when she would wake up.. and the fire was out.. but we had soup in our cups.. and she made a face.. as the sun rose that day it look kind of like this.. but the feeling.. wasn't the same.. god dammit girl! why did you ruin my love! why can't i scream the same what happened to my devotion! I'm trying again.. but I'm not sure it's the same.. what we had was blind! and this is.. carefully planned.. I feel feint.. at times.. when I have her on my mind! but alas I can feel nothing that won't change over time.. I am lost it seems.. alone in the dark.. and all i can hear.. is the beat.. beat.. beat.. of your heart.. the music will start.. as the lights will come on but it's till getting dark! and you look at me... i look at you... and the song lets go of it's pause.. and drops! like the rain! on the two of us! wash away! all that pain! and we can learn to smile again! yes it hurt! goddam was it hard! but that will change soon enough, can't pull us apart! not like this! it's the past! and it ceases to exist, love it or care less forget them move on darling dont you understand women! and list! en! it hap! pens! of all those things that you wished for! ..this one has all of them...
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 12:09 am
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| » once again |
I wanna find myself a plastic Japanese girl.. with long dark hair in her fingers rolled up into curls that look on her face ecstatic that shirt on her chest elastic and the mutual feeling we get when our eyes cross is pretty much fantastic, boss! so I believe it's time to re-discover the world. take a long bus ride in a direction I have never heard hope to wake up in the south with those tall lanterns and cotton fields everywhere around in town again his name is Ivan! and he's got bad credit just forget that shit it's just the start of the winter when he dead leaves hit the ground.. I'd rather be painting again.. that bright pink tounge.. and dreaming of that weekend yet to come.. in about, a month as I plan the way I would hold you... and get our entire day figured out.. before, I get out of bed.. I'm ready to see this girl to the end.. I gave her my world.. So why did I deserve... to be.. .... Oh man who cares anyway I wanna find myself a pink haired blonde! One preferably married but hopefully not, yet, a mom, It all adds to the spice! A little hint at what I call life! And if you wanted advice I can't tell you this twice so keep it a secret or at least away from stange eyes but hey its so much better. . . without the lights.
Feb. 3rd, 2010 @ 05:07 pm
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| » Discoveries in pillows |
I'm trying hard now not to call you this dream was better written down that's why this notebook was so handy to send this letter out of town! I dreamt we sat upon an eagle don't laugh yet it gets quite odd and as we flew over the sea side we saw an old man with a dog who began to speak then slowly his shaggy fur covered his eyes he told us of our future journey and the color of the sunset on the day of our eventual demise we laughed then in unison and simply changed our minds for if it was so simple perhaps we would not die! as we took off and landed an island or two away we knew that we were stranded as the eagle was tired, and layed on his side there was no sign of life there and only an ocean breeze for sound the grass it grew so thick here look around! what a wonderful place to spend the night! as we built a little hut made out of brnaches and a fire that would keep us warm with light and so we had ourselves a friend now as the eagle woke up slowly sitting neatly to your right a greater wind picked up then as his father called to him from above a giant creature made of steel and bone fake hips thick lips and wings colored in pantone... he landed next to me.. and said we should go home..
Feb. 1st, 2010 @ 09:49 am
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| » Spektor |
I wait till you come by to sing you a few songs they kind of make me smile like you have all along and if it's not a waste of time I'll walk you through my town to show you all my secrets and bring this mantel down you say you don't like mysteries well sorry honey that's just me you see everything I learn I keep locked up in this head so tightly for every moment is a blessing that I watch you dance alone in the rain of parking lots where we got lost to go slow walking ufo's all blue just like my shirt.. and that look that you gave hurt's so much the same in a good way
Feb. 1st, 2010 @ 09:44 am
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| » Flues |
Saw a mother walking down the street with her two kids she used to be pretty still is but now she is a parent and its obvious apparent that everyone keeps staring at that out of character dress that she is now humbly wearing to hide her past and exactly how you make kids.. like that with no dad but a boyfriend who is better than that since you can look at her face and see all those famliar places she has been to... and of all her conquests on sandy beaches sunsets standing with a white blouse and wondering how far! the tide went... we weren't too cool to relax then a full bottle of wine and an empty pair of glasses if it took a hundred years.. we would stay here getting plastered.. laying on our sides... with our eyes closed.. and laughing.. for no reason, like that stroll on a sunny day..
Jan. 22nd, 2010 @ 07:03 am
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| » draft saved 002 |
There is a girl I miss At times shes an angel and mostly a bitch but I still wish that I could resist the way that she talks and we catch up in twenty five minutes the way that we are and though it's been a good year or two since I've seen you I'm exactly where I was.. and so you are as it seems we're stuck where we started as if its not meant to be and I try to type up all of these bouncing thoughts since I can't seem to focus on one she had long dark brunette hair oriental eyes that could burn with their stare make you belive any lie give you life wish you died but atleast she could force you to try and us we were happier then I miss every moment her voice and her hands the way that they fit in the palm of my own like a lion to lamb i transformed and i... was left alone.. all those nights that I stayed up to wait all those evening of worry those night filled with hate it will all go away when I would see her face.. I was young and in love.. I was heartbroken bad and betrayed..
Jan. 22nd, 2010 @ 07:01 am
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| » outskirts |
I like to dream of things to be like planning my sunsets organizing my memories of picnics and naps that we haven't had sitting on our hilltop with full backpacks and that smile on our mutual hearts I like to think of summer before it starts forget the rain say goodbye to the clouds is the sky blue for you or is it just something we laugh about and hope then for evening a warm fire side i like to think of that look in your eyes the light changes for you orange green and yellow sitting on strings of our swing feelin' mellow to lean back and look up seeing nothing but stars I like to think of us the way we are..
Jan. 7th, 2010 @ 03:54 pm
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