Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll have the next letter
Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll ever make me feel better
Looking at the streetlight, when it's lit there'll be a night waiting
I fumble with the paper, see the words you wrote are already fading
I've been waiting all this time for a letter
My insides shaking, will this feeling last forever
I've been waiting
Staring in the mirror did you find another true beauty
A girl with blue eyes and
A girl who's never tired and moody
Time on my mind, it's a funny thing
I just wanna hear you
The words that you sent are the only thing that makes me feel near you
I've been waiting all this time for a letter
My insides shaking, will this feeling last forever
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Macbeth - Shakespeare
"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?"
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?"
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Naked as We came — Iron and Wine
She says "wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard
She says "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard.
I'll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard
She says "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Uncyclopedia on God
On his biography —
"God was never born. He just always existed. He also won't die. This sort of makes writing a biography an endless torment. So we won't."
"Since the 19th century, some have claimed God is dead. However, in 2005 FOX news refuted this claim with recent footage of God, saving us writing time. Also, he appeared to give His full unconditional support of the Republican party in the year 2004."
On his appearance —
"God is often said to look like the stranger in the mirror, but forgotten prophet Zoab wrote several unique aspects of the immortal being, such as the following description of what God looked like:
First we can state that God has a beard, as this is a commonly known truth and all theologists of all people agree with this by nature. But a fact that is overlooked by most theologists is that God only has one hand. People always talk about "THE hand of God" and never say "a hand of God" or "one of God's hands". This also explains why people who are praying put their hands against each other: they do this to be respectful towards God, as the people would appear to have just one hand too. It would be a huge disruptance of the cosmic order if a mortal appeared to have more hands than God himself. This explains why we are not allowed to depict God: if we were, people would notice He has only one hand. As playing dice is easier with two hands than with one, this also explains why God does not play dice (except in those cases when he does)."
On Proof of God's identity —
Nobody is perfect,
Perfect is God only;
Therefore, God is Nobody.
Therefore, He does not exist.
or
God is love.
Love is blind.
Ray Charles is blind.
Therefore, Ray Charles is God.
or
I stink, therefore I am,
Thus the less you stink the less real you are.
Cleanliness is next to godliness;
The cleaner you are the less you stink,
Therefore God doesn't exist.
And last but not least —
The holy wrath of God.
"God was never born. He just always existed. He also won't die. This sort of makes writing a biography an endless torment. So we won't."
"Since the 19th century, some have claimed God is dead. However, in 2005 FOX news refuted this claim with recent footage of God, saving us writing time. Also, he appeared to give His full unconditional support of the Republican party in the year 2004."
On his appearance —
"God is often said to look like the stranger in the mirror, but forgotten prophet Zoab wrote several unique aspects of the immortal being, such as the following description of what God looked like:
First we can state that God has a beard, as this is a commonly known truth and all theologists of all people agree with this by nature. But a fact that is overlooked by most theologists is that God only has one hand. People always talk about "THE hand of God" and never say "a hand of God" or "one of God's hands". This also explains why people who are praying put their hands against each other: they do this to be respectful towards God, as the people would appear to have just one hand too. It would be a huge disruptance of the cosmic order if a mortal appeared to have more hands than God himself. This explains why we are not allowed to depict God: if we were, people would notice He has only one hand. As playing dice is easier with two hands than with one, this also explains why God does not play dice (except in those cases when he does)."
On Proof of God's identity —
Nobody is perfect,
Perfect is God only;
Therefore, God is Nobody.
Therefore, He does not exist.
or
God is love.
Love is blind.
Ray Charles is blind.
Therefore, Ray Charles is God.
or
I stink, therefore I am,
Thus the less you stink the less real you are.
Cleanliness is next to godliness;
The cleaner you are the less you stink,
Therefore God doesn't exist.
And last but not least —
The holy wrath of God.
One of these mornings — Moby
One of these mornings
Won't be very long
You will look for me
And I'll be gone .
Won't be very long
You will look for me
And I'll be gone .
Sexing the Cherry
"Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle. These are journeys I wish to record. Not the ones I made, but the ones I might have made, or perhaps did make in some other place or time. I could tell you the truth as you will find it in diaries and maps and log-books. I could faithfully describe all that I saw and heard and give you a travel book. You could follow it then, tracing those travels with your finger, putting red flags where I went.
"For the Greeks, the hidden life demanded invisible ink. They wrote an ordinary letter and in between the lines set out another letter, written in milk. The document looked innocent enough until one who knew better sprinkled coal-dust over it. What the letter had been no longer mattered; what mattered was the life flaring up undetected...
till now.
I discovered that my own life was written invisibly, was squashed between the facts, was flying without me like the Twelve Dancing Princesses who shot from their window every night and returned home every morning with torn dresses and worn-out slippers and remembered nothing."
"For the Greeks, the hidden life demanded invisible ink. They wrote an ordinary letter and in between the lines set out another letter, written in milk. The document looked innocent enough until one who knew better sprinkled coal-dust over it. What the letter had been no longer mattered; what mattered was the life flaring up undetected...
till now.
I discovered that my own life was written invisibly, was squashed between the facts, was flying without me like the Twelve Dancing Princesses who shot from their window every night and returned home every morning with torn dresses and worn-out slippers and remembered nothing."
Saturday, January 19, 2008
A Million Holes in Heaven — Amy Cook
In the desert, outside Norfolk,
We went flying down that highway.
I tried to memorize the way that you looked;
You were clutching a tall boy.
Cold gin was sweating clear through that worn-out paper sack
I got to thinking that maybe once you get this way you can never go back
And the sky above us is impossibly black,
As we lie down on the desert on our back.
What’s that you’d say about those stars as you wake me from my dreaming?
It’s like a million holes in heaven…
Through the speakers in that old truck
AM radio is playing,
We sing along with the windows rolled down
Until the singing turns to swaying.
The thunder storm comes rolling in,
Reminding you of everyone you’ve ever loved -
That exploding silver lining.
And the sky above is impossibly cracked,
As we stand out on the front porch watching the bolts cut the black.
What’s that you’d say to me love, as we’d start out at that lighting?
There are a million holes in heaven…
As I stare out at the city the streetlights stole the stars,
The crickets in the wind were taken by the sound of cars,
As I lie in my apartment and I wonder where you are…
There are a million holes in my heart.
You will drink the moonshine and I will drown in the sunshine
You will drink the moonshine and I’ll drown in the sunshine
You’ll be drinking moonshine and I’ll be drowning in the sunshine
You will drink the moonshine and I will drown in the sunshine
You’ll be drinking moonshine and I’ll be drowning in the sunshine
And I just hope you’ll think of me sometimes,
I hope you’ll think of me sometimes.
Come on and drink the moonshine…
We went flying down that highway.
I tried to memorize the way that you looked;
You were clutching a tall boy.
Cold gin was sweating clear through that worn-out paper sack
I got to thinking that maybe once you get this way you can never go back
And the sky above us is impossibly black,
As we lie down on the desert on our back.
What’s that you’d say about those stars as you wake me from my dreaming?
It’s like a million holes in heaven…
Through the speakers in that old truck
AM radio is playing,
We sing along with the windows rolled down
Until the singing turns to swaying.
The thunder storm comes rolling in,
Reminding you of everyone you’ve ever loved -
That exploding silver lining.
And the sky above is impossibly cracked,
As we stand out on the front porch watching the bolts cut the black.
What’s that you’d say to me love, as we’d start out at that lighting?
There are a million holes in heaven…
As I stare out at the city the streetlights stole the stars,
The crickets in the wind were taken by the sound of cars,
As I lie in my apartment and I wonder where you are…
There are a million holes in my heart.
You will drink the moonshine and I will drown in the sunshine
You will drink the moonshine and I’ll drown in the sunshine
You’ll be drinking moonshine and I’ll be drowning in the sunshine
You will drink the moonshine and I will drown in the sunshine
You’ll be drinking moonshine and I’ll be drowning in the sunshine
And I just hope you’ll think of me sometimes,
I hope you’ll think of me sometimes.
Come on and drink the moonshine…
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