| worlds above and worlds below |
[11 Jan 2003|05:38pm] |
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holding hands |
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"four seasons in one day" -crowded house |
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what i really meant to say was maybe we could be happier if we were together and you and i could wake each other up ever morning and there'd be a cat (always a cat) sleeping at the end of our bed that we'd have to move into the hallway if we woke up incredibly early and we could snuggle on gray mornings with my head on your chest and your head on mine and i'd fix toast and tea for breakfast when we're in a hurry and pancakes and bacon when we've got the time and maybe we could share the shower some mornings and you could watch me sing and wash my hair while you think about your day and then we'd dress and see each other off to work and call each other whenever we could just to say "phone tag! i love you!" and then hang up and maybe i'd pack your lunch and include everything you'd like and a butterscotch pudding cup and a note telling you i love you more and how much i'd like to feed you the pudding and then eventually i'd get home before you and start fixing dinner and you'd come home to a candlelit table with something good to eat on it and we'd talk about our days and eat and help each other clean up then maybe we'd watch some tv or a movie or maybe i'd watch you record a little bit (because, by now, you've shown me how to help work your equipment) and then we'd go in our room and snuggle and play and laugh and talk and tell each other how much we love each other and know that no one could ever split us apart and wonder just how we'd managed to survive without each other before we let the cat back in the room and drifted off to sleep after goodnight kisses and i love yous and maybe one day we'd start a family because she'd/he'd have to have your eyes and talent and my natural good looks and straight hair and how could we not bless the world with its most gifted individual and maybe we'll play along with her/him and let them watch yellow submarine and teach them all the words to all the songs we know and watch them grow up to write and invent and paint and play and sing and laugh and find someone to love forever like we did and know that even when it seemed like we couldn't do anything right we did everything right.
that's what i really meant to say.
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(turn my violator)
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[01 Mar 2002|10:01am] |
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who could ever say? |
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"merman" -tori amos |
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go to bed
the priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you're on peppermint
at last
he's a merman
he doesn't need your voice
he's a merman
go to bed
dream instead
and you will find him
he's a merman to the knee
doesn't need something you're not willing to give
he's a merman
doesn't need your voice to cross his lands of ice
go to bed
priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you found out
who could ever say you're not simply wonderful
who could ever harm you
sleep now
you're my little girl
go to bed
priests are dead
and come sing it all again
go to bed
past the apple orchard
and you'll feel nice
two can play i said
two can play
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(turn my violator)
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| the faint sound of lip contact |
[21 Feb 2002|10:15pm] |
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and she comes |
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music |
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"inertia creeps" -massive attack |
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dizzy
when i think of
the faint sound of lip contact
of me and you
of true
love tripping over tongues
spilling out an inaudible wet language
of our own
filling the air with silent sound
oneness
glow
bliss
us
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(turn my violator)
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| mourning (unfinished, for michelle; turned in 11/13/01) |
[17 Nov 2001|01:43am] |
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mood |
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things never said |
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"pitseleh" -elliott smith |
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dresses in coal
we marched
single-file
to an open wound
in the earth
and gathered
as the rites were read
and pure snow cloth
wiped the rain
from our tired faces.
we didn't bury michelle.
we buried a department store mannequin
dressed in something
michelle would never wear
(complete with bright makeup icing
on an unfamiliar cake).
i swear she breathed in
as the lid was closed,
a sigh of disgust
as she lay in state
of disorder
in a pale pink metal pill
that promises to cure us all one day
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(turn my violator)
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[27 Sep 2001|10:16pm] |
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caged |
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"here. in my head." -tori amos |
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in my head I found you there and
running around and following me
but you don't, oh,
dare, now. but I
find that I have, now,
more then I ever wanted too
so maybe thomas jefferson
wasn't born in your backyard
like you have said and
maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when
she has left
you there, you, all
here in my head
and running around and calling me
come back i'll show you the roses
and brush off the snow
and open their petals again and again
and you know that
apple green ice cream
can melt in your hands
i can't, so...
i, i held your hand at the fair
and even forgot what time it was
and even thomas jefferson
wasn't born in your backyard
like you have said and
maybe I'm just the horizon you run to
when she has left
you and me here
alone on the floor,
you're counting my feathers
as the bells toll
you see the bow and the belt
and the girl from the south
all favorites of mine
you know them all well
and spring brings fresh little puddles
that makes it all clear
makes it all...
hey, do you know,
hey, do you know,
what this is doing to me?
oh, here. here.
here. in my head.
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(turn my violator)
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[06 Sep 2001|06:18pm] |
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mood |
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love is a verb |
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music |
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"teardrop" -massive attack |
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jonathan sleeps
as i watch
his head on the pillow
his eyelids still closed
so delicate
can he break?
jonathan moves
i can see the shift
in the sheets
as he slides
to the side
and reaches for my arm
unconsciously.
jonathan wakes
his sky eyes
meet mine
as i lean over
and brush my lips
against his morning cheek.
jonathan smiles.
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(4 razors | turn my violator)
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| *When words fell, I speak. My mixtape's a masterpeace.* |
[25 Aug 2001|12:13am] |
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aquí está el ligero |
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Soul Coughing- Soft Serve |
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He thinks I'm such a hottie, and he's right of course.
I am a masterful poet, a musician of the heart, and a soulful dancer. I am never boring. I read like an antelope runs, and I absorb knowledge like a sponge. People give me money just because of who I am. Jeopardy holds no peril for me. I am lithe and swift. I am the mystery you can't solve and the race that you can't win, but it's always fun to try. My cooking can nourish an army of lumberjacks, and my artwork can fill a city of museums.
I fear nothing.
I am learning how to fly.
I am bona fide.
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(turn my violator)
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| give me a reason to love you |
[15 Aug 2001|11:37pm] |
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mood |
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bows and arrows |
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music |
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"glory box" -portishead |
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dark room
a glass
(maybe two)
drink from me
i'll drink from you.
ring round
your heart
(this i know)
i found the smile
you never show.
we're safe
you and me
(lost in arms)
few surprises
no alarms.
halflight
holds on
(brings us near)
morning comes
i'm still here.
hold me
once again
(we'll find a way)
don't let go
just always stay.
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(turn my violator)
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[02 Aug 2001|04:44pm] |
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smirk |
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"the calendar that hung itself" -bright eyes |
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(turn my violator)
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| *...i think we're dreamin' the same dream...* |
[30 Jul 2001|04:45pm] |
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enamoured |
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"step into my world" -hurricane #1 |
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"Nothing makes me happier than reading Calvin and Hobbes (and listening to Weezer). I fell asleep on my Calvin and Hobbes book last night (listening to Weezer). I fell asleep to the thought: "If I had a girlfriend she could take a picture of me asleep on my Calvin and Hobbes book, (listening to Weezer), and she would think I was adorable." "
not just adorable, dead sexy. meow! ^_^
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(2 razors | turn my violator)
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[28 Jul 2001|07:18pm] |
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mood |
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waiting |
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music |
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"milk" -garbage |
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(turn my violator)
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| *...her eyes, she's on the dark side...* |
[19 Jul 2001|12:21am] |
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mood |
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lovemeloveyoulovemeloveyou |
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"angel" -massive attack |
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weight pressed against my back.
warm breath on my neck.
arms wrapped around me.
kisses in my hair.
skin to my skin.
you're in my head.
get into my bed.
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(turn my violator)
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[10 Jul 2001|04:39pm] |
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line my eyes and call me pretty |
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"laid" -james |
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rain.
small cold drops
hit the dirt
and splash up mud.
i like to play
in rain and mud.
droplets careen down
my shoulder
my arm
my hair
and i laugh.
i like to play
in rain and mud
and you.
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(turn my violator)
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| we can work it out... |
[09 Jul 2001|10:48pm] |
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don't leave me now |
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"i think i love you" -less than jake |
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i'm sleeping
and right in the middle of a good dream
when all at once i wake up
from something that keeps knocking at my brain
before i go insane
i hold my pillow to my head
and spring up in my bed
screaming out the words i dread,
i think i love you
this morning
i woke up with this feeling
i didn't know how to deal with
and so i just decided to myself i'd hide it to myself
and never talk about it
and didn't I go and shout it
when you walked into the room,
i think i love you
i think i love you
so what am I so afraid of?
i'm afraid that i'm not sure of
a love there is no cure for.
i think i love you
isn't that what life is made of?
though it worries me to say that i've never felt this way.
believe me
you really don't have to worry
i only want to make you happy,
and if you say,"hey, go away," I will
but i think better still
i better stay around and love
till you think i have a case
let me ask you to your face,
"do you think you love me?"
i think i love you
i think i love you
so what am i so afraid of?
i'm afraid that i'm not sure of
a love there is no cure for.
i think i love you
isn't that what life is made of?
though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way.
i don't know what i'm up against
i don't know what it's all about.
i got so much to think about
yeah, i think i love you
i think i love you
so what am i so afraid of?
i'm afraid that I'm not sure of
a love there is no cure for.
do you think you love me?
i think i love you
i think i love you
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(turn my violator)
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[07 Jul 2001|01:09am] |
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jonathan with a j |
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"kathy with a k's song" -bright eyes |
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love is real,
it is not
just in novels or the movies.
it is fact,
and it is standing here right in front of you.
so if you open your eyes,
oh, what a sweet discovery!
there is hope, there is joy, and there is acceptance.
so now let all the light that collects on your plants
keep you warm,
make you smile,
and i will be there with this pen in my hand to record
all the while.
you'll be laughing so loud
that the house would shake with sound
and everything would be as new as the day it was found.
love is real,
it is not just in long distance commercials
or something that you thought you felt back in high school.
so i will turn
black and white,
become that horoscope you're reading.
it predicts something good is on it's way.
oh, then i'll send you the world green and blue
in a box in the mail.
you can open it up,
hold it right in your hand and be glad that it's there
and be glad that you're there.
now you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie,
and suddenly it's not so hard to say you're alright.
love is real,
it is not
just in poetry and stories.
it is truth,
and it will follow you
everywhere you go from now on.
so if you would just cast off your doubt,
then your lips would answer for you.
oh my darling, when you smile
it is like a song,
and i can hear it now.
i can hear i now.
oh, i can hear it now.
oh yeah, i can, i can
i can hear it now...
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(turn my violator)
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[04 Jul 2001|12:35am] |
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covetous |
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"please, please, please let me get what i want" -dream academy (instrumental, smiths cover) & me singing along |
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good times for a change
see, the luck I've had
can make a good man turn bad
so please, please, please
let me, let me, let me
let me get what i want this time
haven't had a dream in a long time
see, the life i've had
can make a good man bad
so for once in my life
let me get what i want
lord knows, it would be the first time
lord knows, it would be the first time
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(turn my violator)
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[02 Jul 2001|12:15am] |
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i can take you through her door |
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"father lucifer" -tori amos |
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father lucifer
you never looked so sane
you always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
tell me that you're still in love with that milkmaid
how's the lizzies?
how's your jesus christ been hanging?
nothing gonna stop me from floating
nothing gonna stop me from floating
he says he reckons i'm a watercolour stain
he says i run and then i run from him
and then i run
he didn't see me watching from the aeroplane
he wiped a tear
and then he threw away our appleseed
nothing gonna stop me from floating
everyday's my wedding day
though baby's still in his comatose state
i'll dye my own easter eggs
don't go yet
and beenie lost the sunset
but that's but that's okay
does joe bring flowers to marilyn's grave?
and girls that eat pizza but never gain weight...
father lucifer you never looked so sane
you always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
tell me that you're still in love with that milkmaid
how's the lizzies?
how's your jesus christ been hanging?
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(turn my violator)
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| touch?, darling... |
[01 Jul 2001|06:49pm] |
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wishin'&hopin'&thinkin'&prayin' |
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music |
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"if" -bread |
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if a picture paints a thousand words
then why can't i paint you
the words would never show
the you i've come to know
if a face could launch a thousand ships
then where am i to go
there's no one home but you
you're all that's left me to
and when my love for life is running dry
you come and pour yourself on me
if i could be two places at one time
i'd be with you
tomorrow and today
beside you all the way
if the world should stop revolving
spinning slowly down to die
i spend the end with you
and when the world was through
then one by one the stars would all go out
then you and i would simply fly away
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(turn my violator)
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