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Race Around the EarthSome nights I thought I dreamed of you  Standing there with that look in your eye   
You said we should go together  In a race around the earth   
To ride the roads into the sunset  To stay in hotel nowhere   
And why would we fly so much higher than everyone else?  Because we were just our selves there   
We werent like anyone else Race Around the Earth
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Rambling On
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Unforgiving WinterAn unforgiving winter  Dim sunlight pierces the cold  
 
Prevalent white of the snow  Reflecting blinding rays into my eyes   
Sharp winds teaseing my face  And the smell of wood stoves around me  Makeing me yearn for my warm bed   
A coffee mug half full of half assed dreams  And fingers that wreak of stale ciggarettes   
The landscape will not stay white forever  After mother earth has had her fill Unforgiving Winter
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TrappedTrapped, caged, and shackled. I am confined to this desolate place. Alone to travel the trails of lonely hearts prospects. Desire, need, and the want to share. To ride the warm electric wave of primal instinct. However, instinct leads to self destruction. Anger, hate, and denial lead to self truth. Patience, I believe, is the excuse for those who favor inaction. I favor reaction. Am I wasting my time away? Wasteing my precious momments pondering the meaningless facts of life? I am with hope, but hope only goes as far as to say I wish not to give up. I feel it is time for an uprising, or a violent revolution in the streets. Or perhaps some cal Trapped
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Anything But Me

Sat Jun 27, 2009, 7:55 AM
I am just a satellite, high above the atmosphere
Bouncing every thing you say to someone who was meant to
hear
Sometimes on a rainy day, I lie in bed and dream of you
So blame it on the satellite, when your message can't get
through

I am just a tiny wave, a minor ripple out at sea
Moving slowly towards the shore, burdened with uncertainty
I'm gaining power, losing speed, wondering as I near your
door
Will you hold it open for the tidal wave approaching shore?

You've become an island in the hazy world surrounding me
Offering a vast reward each time I safely cross the sea
All too often I become lost in the fog and haze
Clinging still, against my will, to promises of clearer days

I am just a raindrop that accelerates without control
Losing bits and pieces in descent 'til I'm no longer whole
I am just another shooting star above that you might see
Until I have your full attention I'll be anything but me

Anything But Me, Phish

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Yeah, you know I can't get it right,
yeah, though I try as I might.
Yeah, you know I can't see the light.
Yeah, you know I cant get it right.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, not coming down!

Yeah, I think I'm out of my head.
Yeah, I might be better off dead.
Yeah, I shouldn't have got out of bed.
Yeah, I think I'm out of my head.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, not coming down!

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  • Current Residence: Kerouac Town
  • Interests: Music, art, poetry, good times, and meeting chill people
  • Favourite genre of music: Jam
  • Favourite artist: Phish, Moe., whatever show I went to last?
  • Favourite poet or writer: Hunter S. Thompson, Billy Collins
  • Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
  • Favourite style of art: Nature and Surrealism
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~nkphotos Jun 19, 2009, 7:56:54 AM
welcome to deviantArt ;-) :)
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~GNUBoarder Jun 19, 2009, 7:34:17 AM
Medicating in the sun, pinched doses of laudanum, longing for the old fecundity of my homeland. Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient Shiraz,a smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears.

On the old left bank, my baby in a charabanc riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysees.

If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards and the side walk bagatelles. It's like a dream, with the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars, the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine. Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.

Decemberists, The Legionnaire's Lament

--
Studies have shown that we like sheep are prone
To sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis
But don't be sympathetic, just pass the anaesthetic
'Cuz sheep are benign and on the young we will dine

Andrew Bird
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