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  • Well-done at Grammy's. Congratulations, Bruce!

    The Rising
    Bruce Springsteen


    Can't see nothin' in front of me
    Can't see nothin' coming up behind
    I make my way through this darkness
    I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
    Lost track of how far I've gone
    How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
    On my back's a sixty pound stone
    On my shoulder a half mile of line

    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up, lay your hands in mine
    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up for the rising tonight

    Left the house this morning
    Bells ringing filled the air
    Wearin' the cross of my calling
    On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here

    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up, lay your hands in mine
    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up for the rising tonight

    Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

    There's spirits above and behind me
    Faces gone black, eyes burnin' bright
    May their precious blood bind me
    Lord, as I stand before your fiery light

    Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

    I see you Mary in the garden
    In the garden of a thousand sighs
    There's holy pictures of our children
    Dancin' in a sky filled with light
    May I feel your arms around me
    May I feel your blood mix with mine
    A dream of life comes to me
    Like a catfish dancin' on the end of my line

    Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
    Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
    Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
    Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
    Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
    Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
    Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
    Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life

    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up, lay your hands in mine
    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up for the rising tonight

    Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li




    Can't see nothin' in front of me
    Can't see nothin' coming up behind
    I make my way through this darkness
    I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
    Lost track of how far I've gone
    How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
    On my back's a sixty pound stone
    On my shoulder a half mile of line

    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up, lay your hands in mine
    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up for the rising tonight

    Left the house this morning
    Bells ringing filled the air
    Wearin' the cross of my calling
    On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here

    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up, lay your hands in mine
    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up for the rising tonight

    Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

    There's spirits above and behind me
    Faces gone black, eyes burnin' bright
    May their precious blood bind me
    Lord, as I stand before your fiery light

    Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

    I see you Mary in the garden
    In the garden of a thousand sighs
    There's holy pictures of our children
    Dancin' in a sky filled with light
    May I feel your arms around me
    May I feel your blood mix with mine
    A dream of life comes to me
    Like a catfish dancin' on the end of my line

    Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
    Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
    Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
    Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
    Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
    Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
    Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
    Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life

    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up, lay your hands in mine
    Come on up for the rising
    Come on up for the rising tonight

    Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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    • Raoul and the Kings of Spain by Tears for Fears

      When the seventh of the seventh son
      Comes along and breaks the chains
      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
      Making it plain, making it sane
      To turn this loss into a gain

      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain

      Did you know your father was an island
      Did you know your mother was the sea
      Can we ever hope to seek asylum
      From the bounds of fate and family

      When the seventh of the seventh son
      Comes along and breaks the chains

      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
      Making it plain, making it sane
      To turn this loss into a gain

      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain

      Did you know all mothers come from heaven
      Did you know all fathers come from hell
      That is why they're at sixes and seven
      That is why their marriage isn't well

      When the seventh of the seventh son
      Comes along and breaks the chains

      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
      Making it plain, making it sane
      To turn this loss into a gain

      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
      Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain

      Movies by ALien Ant Farm

      At slow speed we all seem focused
      In motion we seem wrong wrong
      In summer we can taste the rain

      Chorus:
      I want you to be free
      Don't worry about me
      And just like the movies
      We play out our last scene

      Two can play at this game
      We both want power
      In winter we can taste the pain
      In our short years, we come long way
      To treat it bad and throw away
      In our short years, we come long way
      To treat it bad and throw away

      I want you to be free
      Don't worry about me
      And just like the movies
      We play out our last scene
      You won't cry, I won't scream

      In our short years we come long way
      To treat it bad and throw away
      And if we make a little space
      A science fiction showcase
      In our short film, a low disgrace
      I dream a scene to brand face
      In our short years we come long way
      To treat it bad, just to throw it away

      I want you to be free
      Don't worry about me
      And just like the movies
      We play out our last scene
      You won't cry, I won't scream

      [b]Cold by Static X{/b]

      We kiss
      The stars
      We writhe
      We are
      Your name
      Desire
      Your flesh
      We are

      CHORUS:
      Cold, We're so cold,
      We are, so,
      Cold We're so cold

      Cold, We're so cold,
      We are, so,
      Cold We're so cold

      Your mouth
      These words
      Silence
      It turns
      Humming
      We laugh
      My head
      Falls back
      "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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      • 3rd page?
        Jesus.
        Charity bump

        Kirsty MacColl
        In these shoes?

        I once met a man with a sense of adventure
        He was dressed to thrill wherever he went
        He said "Let's make love on a mountain top
        Under the stars on a big hard rock"
        I said "In these shoes?
        I don't think so"
        I said "Honey, let's do it here."
        So I'm sitting at a bar in Guadalajara
        In walks a guy with a faraway look in his eyes
        He said "I've got as powerful horse outside
        Climb on the back, I'll take you for a ride
        I know a little place, we can get there for the break of day."
        I said "In these shoes?
        No way, Jose"
        I said "Honey, let's stay right here."

        No le gusta caminar. No puede montar a caballo
        Como se puede bailar? Es un escandolo
        Then I met an Englishman
        "Oh" he said
        "Won't you walk up and down my spine,
        It makes me feel strangely alive."
        I said "In these shoes?
        I doubt you'd survive."
        I said "Honey, let's do it.
        Let's stay right here."

        No le gusta caminar. No puede montar a caballo
        Como se puede bailar? Es un escandolo

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        • Dancing in the Dark
          more Bruce Springsteen


          I get up in the evening
          And I ain't got nothing to say
          I come home in the morning
          I go to bed feeling the same way
          I ain't nothing but tired
          Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself
          Hey there baby I could use just a little help

          CHORUS:
          You can't start a fire
          You can't start a fire without a spark
          This gun's for hire
          Even if we're just dancing in the dark

          Message keeps getting clearer
          Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
          I check my looks in the mirror
          I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
          Man, I ain't getting nowhere just living in a dump like this
          There's something happening somewhere
          Baby I just know that there is

          CHORUS

          You sit around getting older
          There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
          I'll shake this world off my shoulders
          Come on baby the laugh's on me

          Stay on the streets of this town
          And they'll be carving you up all night
          They say you gotta stay hungry
          Hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
          I'm dying for some action
          I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
          I need a love reaction
          Come on now baby gimme just one look

          CHORUS

          You can't start a fire worrying about your
          Little world falling apart
          This gun's for hire
          Even if we're just dancing in the dark
          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

          Comment


          • We want the airwaves

            Ramones

            9 to 5 and 5 to 9
            Ain't gonna take it
            It's our time
            We want the world
            and we want it know
            We're gonna take it anyhow

            We want the airwaves
            We want the airwaves
            We want the airwaves, baby
            If rock is gonna stay alive

            Oh yeah-well all right
            Let's rock-tonite
            All night

            Where's your guts
            And will to survive
            And don't you wanna
            Keep rock n' roll music alive
            Mr. Programmer
            I got my hammer
            and I'm gonna
            Smash my
            Smash my
            Radio

            We want the airwaves
            We want the airwaves
            We want the airwaves, baby
            If rock is gonna stay alive



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            • Coldplay - God Put a Smile Upon Your Face

              Where do we go nobody knows?
              I've gotta say I'm on my way down
              God give me style and give me grace
              God put a smile upon my face
              Where do we go to draw the line?
              I've gotta say I wasted all your time, (oh honey honey)
              Where do I go to fall from grace?
              God put a smile upon your face, yeah

              Now, when you work it out I'm worse than you
              Yeah, when you work it out I wanted to
              Now, when you work out where to draw the line
              Your guess is as good as mine

              Where do we go nobody knows?
              Don't even say you're on your way down, (when)
              God gave you style and gave you grace
              And put a smile upon your face, ah yeah

              Now, when you work it out I'm worse than you
              Yeah, when you work it out I wanted to
              Now, when you work out where to draw the line
              Your guess is as good as mine
              Its as good as mine [x7]

              Where do we go nobody knows?
              Don't even say you're on your way down, (when)
              God gave you style and gave you grace
              And put a smile upon your face

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              • The Pan Within

                The Waterboys

                come with me
                on a journey beneath the skin
                come with me
                on a journey under the skin
                we will look together
                for the Pan within
                close your eyes
                breathe slow we'll begin
                close your eyes
                breathe slow we'll begin
                to look together
                for the Pan within
                swing your hips
                loose your head and let it spin
                swing your hips
                loose your head and let it spin
                and we will look together for the Pan
                within
                close your eyes
                breathe slow we'll begin
                close your eyes
                breathe slow we'll begin
                to look together
                for the Pan within
                put your face to my window
                breathe a night full of treasure
                the wind is delicious
                sweet and wild with the promise of
                pleasure
                the stars are alive
                and nights like these
                were born to be
                sanctified by you and me
                lovers thieves fools and pretenders
                and all we gotta do
                all we gotta do
                all we gotta do
                all we gotta do is surrender
                surrender, surrender, surrender
                come with me on a journey
                under the skin
                come with me on a journey under the skin
                and we will look together
                for the Pan within

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                • Strange Attraction by The Cure

                  it started with a dedication
                  "lost in admiration - happy birthday - I’m forever yours - blossom"
                  faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies
                  I smiled surprised at how when flickered through
                  the wings flew by spelled out my name...

                  Six months went by the summer lost
                  obsessively the letters dropped into my life
                  the same soft blood smooth flowing hand
                  "please try to understand - I have to see you - have to feel you -
                  tell you all the ways I need you - yours forever in love... "

                  strange attraction spreads it's wings
                  it varies but the smallest things
                  you never know how anything will change
                  strange attraction spreads it's wings
                  and alters but the smallest things
                  you never know how anything will fade

                  the year grew old incessantly she wrote to me
                  she'd started smoking poetry!
                  I laughed in recognition of a favourite phrase
                  she'd pulled me in...
                  I answered her
                  a christmas card in sepia
                  arranging when and where
                  and how the two of us should meet...

                  Her opening so well prepared
                  a nervous smile
                  I couldn't take my eyes from her
                  she whispered
                  "can I use some of your lipstick?"
                  it was perfect so believable
                  I couldn't help but feel that it was real
                  and kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms...

                  Strange attraction spreads it's wings
                  it varies but the smallest things
                  you never know how anything will change
                  strange attraction spreads it's wings
                  and alters but the smallest things
                  you never know how anything will fade

                  so alone into the cold new year without another word from her
                  I wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before the spring
                  but weeks went by with no reply until once more my birthday came
                  and with it my surprise but this time nothing was the same...

                  "I’m sorry - blame infatuation - blame imagination -
                  I was sure you'd be the one but I was wrong -
                  it seems reality destroys our dreams - I won't forget you - blossom"
                  faded red inside a tiny book of old goodbyes...

                  Strange attraction spreads it's wings
                  it varies but the smallest things
                  you never know how anything will change
                  strange attraction spreads it's wings
                  and alters but the smallest things
                  and you never know...
                  "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                  • Triple Shot Thursday; Jr. Walker and the All-Stars

                    "and we will look together for the Pan within"


                    (I'M A) ROAD RUNNER

                    Money, who needs it,
                    Let me live my life free and easy,
                    Put my toothbrush in my hand,
                    And let me be a travelin' man
                    Cause I'm a road runner, aby.
                    I'm a road runner, baby,
                    Can't stay in one place too long,
                    I'm a road runner baby,
                    You might look at me and I'll be gone.
                    You can love me if you wanna,
                    But I do declare,
                    When I get restless
                    I got to move somewhere
                    I'm a road runner baby,
                    Anywhere's my home,
                    And love the life I live,
                    And I'm gonna live the life I love
                    Road runner, baby.
                    Don't want no woman to tie me down,
                    Got to be free, baby
                    To roam around.
                    All my life I've been like this,
                    If you love me it's your own risk,
                    When the dust hit my shoe,
                    I got the urge to move
                    Says I'm a road runner baby,
                    Got to keep on keepin on.
                    And I live the life I love,
                    And I'm gonna love the life I live
                    Road runner, baby.

                    --------------------------------------------------------------------
                    Pucker Up Buttercup


                    Intro:

                    [sax solo over chorus chords]

                    Chorus:


                    Pucker up, Buttercup

                    I wanna kiss you one time

                    Pucker up, Buttercup

                    I wanna kiss you one time

                    I wanna hug you

                    Buttercup, I wanna show you how Hey!

                    Verse 1:

                    You say you never been kissed before
                    You always leave 'em standin' at the door
                    And when they try to kiss you you just say goodbye
                    You always tell them no and never tell them why

                    (Pucker up...)

                    [repeat chorus]

                    [sax solo over chorus chords]

                    [repeat chorus]

                    Verse 2:

                    It won't do you no good to tell me no
                    Because I've met your kind before
                    I'll bet you before I'm through
                    I'll be hearing these same words from you

                    [repeat chorus]


                    [sax solo over chorus; fade 2nd time]

                    -------------------------------------------------------------------

                    What Does It Take (To Win Your Love)


                    [instrumental interlude]

                    What does it take
                    to win your love for me?
                    How can I make
                    this dream come true for me?
                    Whoa I just got to know
                    ooo, baby cause I love ya so.
                    Gonna blow for ya

                    [instrumental interlude]

                    I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried,
                    in every way I could,
                    to make you see how much I love you.
                    Ooo, I thought you understood.

                    So you gotta make me see,
                    what does it take to win your love for me?
                    Gonna blow again for ya

                    [instrumental interlude]







                    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                    • Another one by The Waterboys for Sloww since he liked the previous one. Recommended too


                      The Whole of the Moon

                      I pictured a rainbow
                      You held it in your hand
                      I had flashes
                      That you saw the plan
                      I wandered out in the world for years
                      While you just stayed in your room
                      I saw the crescent
                      You saw the whole of the moon
                      The whole of the moon

                      You were there in the turnstiles
                      With the wind at your heels
                      You stretched for the stars
                      And you know how it feels
                      To reach too high
                      Too far
                      Too soon
                      You saw the whole of the moon

                      I was grounded
                      While you filled the skies
                      I was dumbfounded by truth
                      You cut through lies
                      I saw the rain dirty valley
                      You saw Brigadoon
                      I saw the crescent
                      You saw the whole of the moon

                      I spoke about wings
                      You just flew
                      I wondered, I guessed and I tried
                      You just knew
                      I sighed
                      And you swooned
                      I saw the crescent
                      You saw the whole of the moon
                      The whole of the moon
                      The whole of the moon

                      The torch in your pocket
                      And the wind on your heels
                      You climbed on a ladder
                      And you know how it feels
                      To get too high
                      Too far
                      Too soon
                      You saw the whole of the moon
                      The whole of the moon

                      Unicorns and cannonballs
                      Palaces and Piers
                      Trumpets, towers, and tenaments
                      Wide oceans full of tears
                      Flags, rags, ferryboats
                      Scimitars and scarves
                      Every precious dream and vision
                      Underneath the stars
                      Yes, you climbed on a ladder
                      With the wind in your sails
                      You came like a comet
                      Blazing your trail
                      Too high
                      Too far
                      Too soon
                      You saw the whole of the moon

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                      • I'm on my way to download right now.
                        I have The Pan Within now.
                        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

                        Comment


                        • THIS SONG FVCKING ROCKS!!!!!

                          GRAVE ROBBING USA by Murderdolls

                          Well I come from the planet beyond the stars
                          Looking for some human body parts
                          I'm gonna pull your body from your grave
                          'Cause I'm graverobbing U.S.A.

                          And I'm riding around in my black starship
                          Looking for some crypts to kick
                          I'm gonna pull your body from your grave
                          'Cause I'm graverobbing U.S.A.

                          And I'm graverobbing U.S.A.
                          And I'm graverobbing U.S.A.
                          And I'm digging up the dead today
                          'Cause I'm graverobbing U.S.A

                          Announcer:
                          "Necrophiliac creatures of evil
                          Invade the planet earth
                          On a macabre cosmic mission
                          To dig up the dead!!!"

                          Back in the summer of '76
                          I would dig up bodies to play with
                          And my favorite part was the brain
                          'Cause I'm graverobbing U.S.A.

                          And I wish I may, wish I might
                          Find me a cold dead corpse tonight
                          I'm gonna pull your body from your grave
                          'Cause I'm graverobbing U.S.A.

                          And I'm graverobbing U.S.A.
                          And I'm graverobbing U.S.A.
                          And I'm digging up the dead today
                          'Cause I'm graverobbing U.S.A
                          "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                          • A Hazy Shade Of Winter
                            Simon & Garfunkel


                            Time,
                            Time,
                            Time, see what's become of me
                            While I looked around for my possibilities.

                            I was so hard to please.
                            Look around,
                            Leaves are brown,
                            And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

                            Hear the Salvation Army band.
                            Down by the riverside's
                            Bound to be a better ride
                            Than what you've got planned.

                            Carry your cup in your hand.
                            And look around.
                            Leaves are brown.
                            And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

                            Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
                            That's an easy thing to say,
                            But if your hopes should pass away
                            Simply pretend that you can build them again.
                            Look around,
                            The grass is high,
                            The fields are ripe,
                            It's the springtime of my life.

                            Seasons change with the scenery;
                            Weaving time in a tapestry.
                            Won't you stop and remember me
                            At any convenient time?
                            Funny how my memory skips
                            Looking over manuscripts
                            Of unpublished rhyme.

                            Drinking my vodka and lime,
                            I look around,
                            Leaves are brown,
                            And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
                            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

                            Comment


                            • OMega by Stone Sour

                              What a skeletal wreck of MAN this is

                              Translucent flesh and feeble bones
                              The kind of temple where the whores and villians
                              try to tempt the HOLISTIC TOMES

                              Running rampant with free thought to free form
                              in the free and clear
                              WHERE the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
                              to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now

                              We all have a little sin than needs venting
                              virtues for the rending
                              and laws and systems
                              and stems ariff from branches of office
                              do you know what your post entails?

                              Do you serve a purpose?
                              or purposely serve?

                              Wind down inside of your adavistical GALORE
                              the value of a Summer spent
                              and a Winter earned

                              For the rest of us there is always Sunday.
                              the day of the week that reeks of rest
                              but all we do is catch out breaths
                              so we can wade naked into the bloody pool
                              and place our hand on the big black book.

                              To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.

                              A vacation is a count-down
                              T minus your life and counting
                              time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube
                              and hope you get a taste

                              what the **** is all this for?! (What the hell is goin' on?!)
                              SHUT UP!!

                              I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?

                              Say, you're me and I'm you
                              and they all watch the things we do
                              and like a smack of spite
                              they threw me down the stairs
                              haven't felt like this in years
                              the great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse
                              let me go and
                              punch me into the dead spot again.

                              Thats where you go when theres' no one else around
                              its just you
                              and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?

                              Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly bastards
                              with their thumb on the pulse
                              and a finger on the trigger

                              CLASSIFIED MY ASS! thats a ****ING secret and you know it!

                              Government is another way to say
                              Better
                              Than
                              You.

                              Its like ice but no pick
                              a murder charge that won't stick
                              its like a whole other world
                              where you can smell the food
                              but you can;' touch the silverware

                              hah, what luck
                              fascism you can vote for
                              isn't that sweet

                              and we're all gonna die some day
                              because thats the American way
                              and I' drunk too much
                              and said too little
                              when your gaffer taped in the middle
                              say a prayer, save face
                              get yourself together and (see whats happening)
                              SHUT UP! (**** YOU!)
                              **** YOU!

                              Im sorry Icould go on and on but
                              its time to move on so

                              Remember your a wreck, an accident
                              forget the freak, your just nature

                              Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
                              ****, snort and BLASPHEME
                              Let the heads cool and the engine run

                              Because in the end,
                              everything we do
                              is just everything we've done.
                              "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                              • Back from London!

                                Alanis Morissette - Utopia

                                we'd gather around
                                all in a room
                                fasten our belts
                                engage in dialogue
                                we'd all slow down
                                rest without guilt
                                not lie without fear
                                disagree sans judgement

                                we would stay and respond
                                and expand and include
                                and allow and forgive
                                and enjoy and evolve
                                and discern and inquire
                                and accept and admit
                                and divulge and open
                                and reach out and speak up

                                this is utopia
                                this is my utopia
                                this is my ideal, my end in sight
                                utopia
                                this is my utopia
                                this is my nirvana
                                my ultimate

                                we'd open our arms
                                we'd all jump in
                                we'd all coast down
                                into safety nets

                                we would share and listen
                                and support and welcome
                                be propelled by passion
                                not invest in outcomes
                                we would breathe and be charmed
                                and amused by difference
                                be gentle and make room for every emotion

                                we'd provide forums
                                we'd all speak out
                                we'd all be heard
                                we'd all feel seen

                                we'd rise post-obstacle
                                more defined more grateful
                                we would heal be humbled
                                and be unstoppable
                                we'd hold close and let go
                                and know when to do which
                                we'd release and disarm
                                and stand up and feel safe

                                this is utopia
                                this is my utopia
                                this is my ideal, my end in sight
                                utopia
                                this is my utopia
                                this is my nirvana
                                my ultimate
                                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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