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Post by wiche on Dec 28, 2009 6:04:39 GMT -5
fly blackbird fly (fly high babeh!) frozen the sea i see you (I see you...) old cover clouds new snow there they go
silent but wings sun orange small i see you (I can see you, but u're far as sun...) nowhere is home (I'm everywhere...) go alone and alone (u left me alone...)
fly angel fly (my little angel...) older than me i feel you (:*) coalcovered clouds white snow there you go
heard myself call (u hearing me?) far from them all i feel you (yeah!) left them behind (leave them...) or ahead and he said
sooner or later you get up off the floor (...) when no one wants to hear it anymore (oh come on! this is fun...) someday soon you're gonna get up off the floor 'cause no one wants to hear that shit (ok, ok... I get it... ¬¬)
cry blackbird cry over the waves i hear you coalcovered clouds white snow there they go ice on your wings songless he sings i hear you nowhere is home go alone there's a phone (there's a phone... so USE IT)
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Post by wiche on Dec 29, 2009 5:18:03 GMT -5
600th Post Special... On The Page... is that coincidence? I don't think so...
tell me something stupid (I don't care if it's stupid... just tell me something!) auction off my diary (you can do that if you want to...) life is getting esoteric (Moore speaking with me about things to come and things that've passed is kinda esoteric...) let me in your movie (please... let me in your movie) each time i walk out the door someone mixes metaphors (where all of this is coming from?) life is so much cleaner on the page (Indeed, life is SO much cleaner on the page...)
it's like the morning when i'm dreaming (dreaming about you...) and everything is so pristine (pristine... that's the word...) it's just a seven hour movie and i'm in every scene (I'm in every scene... but you aren't in any T_T)
let me in my t.v. (there's where u movie is showing, right?) get this tape to tori Jessy got to have a subplot (and I have one, but u don't like it...) when i sell them my life story (I did sell my life to you...) maybe i should write it first (too late for writing it, I guess...) and do the living later (that'd be awesome...) 'cause life is so much cleaner on the page
it's like the time i lost my body and then i saw it on t.v. (maybe not in the t.v., but it is on my dreams... along with you and Moore...) somehow it shed a whole dimension (a beautiful dimension...) but it still looked like me (hey! that looks like me!)
each time i write lines for it someone improvises it (¬¬) life is so much cleaner on the page life is so much cleaner on the page [/blockquote]
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Post by wiche on Dec 31, 2009 6:03:33 GMT -5
took the flower back (gimme back my flower...) his wayward love had been mislead (yeah... my love is so mislead!) the sun is dying (there's no sun for me...) apologies she can't accept (I don't know why, it isn't my fault, tho!) check the window quick (check it out and see me...) the sun is dying blue and red of day to purple night (all my days are that way...) and absent light to disarray took the flower back (take it... it's yours!) his wayward love had been mislead (so mislead!) the sun is dying apologies she won't accept check the window quick the sun is dying a candle marks her tears (if I made you cry... I'm sorry, it never was my intention!) the flame will fade (I won't let that flame die!) she'll greet the dawn in disarray (at the end of the day u'll see!) she steps into the stream the level rising (u chose to go with the current, that was a bad choice! ¬¬) took the flower back his wayward love had been misled the level's rising (and it'll keep rising!) steps into the stream we're so misled (soooo...) she'll watch the pain (u're seeing my pain now!) the level's rising (and it is rising!) blue and reds of day to purple night and absent light to disarray she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising
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Post by wiche on Jan 3, 2010 5:58:10 GMT -5
now I enter into the "break-up" album... Moore described it that way...
so the man was tired (I'm pretty tired...) and the car was starved and the sun was setting (since u're gone there's no day for me...) no the moon was tired (tired of being there all the time...) and the cow was carved i remember every second (I remember everything...)
forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet (just forget it and come back home...) yeah i saw the way you talk to your cell phone (did you hear it ringing?)
forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet (forget it! ¬¬) then i thought about the man with the shotgun (maybe I'm that man...)
so the man took a shotgun out of the trunk waited on the hood with the headlights on radio was playing christmas songs (and u will not like what's coming next...)
later on he thought he saw something (my mind is tricking me...) realized he never saw anything now he drives with his headlights off (that's the way I do it...)
forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet (goddammit! just forget it!) yeah i saw the way you climbed out the window (running away from me? u can't...)
forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet forget what you don't know yet (f-o-r-g-e-t it!) and now you never answer your cell phone (I'm calling you, will you answer it sometime?) [/blockquote]
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Post by wiche on Jan 8, 2010 6:09:42 GMT -5
ok, this one have been posted already, but i'll continue with the flow of the album, so here is it (thanks to Ceren who did analyze it for me and being scary accurate, tho!)...
sometimes i wanna sleep in the street (I know, I'm crazy, right?) but it feels a little funny without you (Everything, without you, feels funny) down in the basement feeling the pavement (It's very cold down here) holding my stomach (It is the void within that's hurting)
and sometimes i can't believe my own feet (How many times did I end up at your place?) so i found another permanent address (Away from you) sold the old mattress keeping the changes (Can't bear your scent on it, now I start anew) talking to strangers (Yet searching for you in their eyes)
i knew i could forget you (But do I want to?) that's what i'm gonna do (Yeah, right) now i'm staring at a stop sign (Stop this non-sense now!) just like the last time (Yes, been here before)
hey you're everything you dreamed you'd be (Or you fool yourself to be so) what a civilized way to be angry (Go on, let it all out!) locked in the attic, starting to panic (Why is this so familiar?) wait, that's me (Look what you've done to me!)
always it's the same situation (Did I just say I've been there before?) it's got to be somebody's fault (It always is) but i never know what to do (Coherent thoughts gone with you) so let's say we put the blame on you (Well, YOU hurt ME)
standing in a phone booth (Where I always used to call you from) waiting for the punch line (Has this all been a joke?) trying not to call you (I can't give in but I can't give up yet) just like the last time (And you know I fail each time) [/blockquote]
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Post by wiche on Jan 13, 2010 14:38:58 GMT -5
saw her at a red light (or at least she looked like you...) headlights flashing like shooting stars (you're doing some crazy things in my head) in the fast lane like an airplane (got me working over-time)
never saw the tail light (never saw it coming) windshield cracked like an insight (so we crashed in a bad way) was a long flight but i'm alright now (at least the best I can be without you here)
i can tell you're falling (that's sad...) it's nice to know (I don't like not knowing, remember dat?) i can tell you're falling it's nice to know
oh no there you go (and you start this again...) now i won't be home for the late show (I've lost da late show so many times thanks to ya!) sorry about the window what a nice throw (oops!)
sometimes i can see (I see it every day) that you finally got me where you want me (and that's true!) guess i can't complain though (pointless...) 'cause i can't go home (I don't care now...)
i can tell you're falling it's nice to know i can tell you're falling it's nice to know
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Post by wiche on Jan 16, 2010 2:44:35 GMT -5
"The crew is bedded down for the night, and here's an announcement from mission control."
"Hello Apollo 11 Houston, we've got the network all configured for the TV, you can, eh, start any time you want, over." "Okay, we'll, eh, reconfigure the TV for that."
"This is Apollo Control Houston at eighty-seven hours and thirty-one minutes now into the flight of Apollo 11. The Apollo 11 space craft continues on its frontside pass above the moon. We're now less than ten minutes away from, eh, loss of signal. The Apollo 11 crew are currently in their rest period. We've, eh, received, eh, no indication yet that any of the three crew members are actually sleeping, eh, although all three appear to be in a very restful mode."
"This is Apollo Control at sixty-one hours thirty-nine minutes. We've had no further conversation with the crew since our last, eh, report. Our flight surgeon says there is no indication at this time that they have begun to sleep. But we expect they'll be, eh, getting to sleep here shortly. Coming up in, eh, less than 10 seconds now we'll be crossing into the sphere of influence of the moon, and our displays will shift from earth reference to moon reference. At sixty-one hours forty-one minutes this is Apollo Control Houston."
Song description Found an old NASA LP that had a strange choice of recordings from the Apollo missions. Liked the banal, matter of fact things the best, like turning off the TV monitor, or trying to get to sleep. Almost feel sad for them... (Seems that Kevin is describing us... at least our relationship=|)
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Post by wiche on Jan 18, 2010 3:18:13 GMT -5
"When you drive, you practice mindfulness of driving. It is possible. When you stop at a red light, you look at the red light and smile. You look at the red light, you smile, and you breathe in and out, and sit back, relaxingly. Breathing in, I calm myself. Breathing out, I smile."
"And the red light become a friend, become a bell of mindfulness. Something unpleasant become something pleasant. We have the habit energy of wanting to arrive. That is why we want to go as quickly as possible. But according to this practice, we arrive at every moment. Life can be found only in the present moment. Everything that we look for must be found in the present moment. Peace. Joy. Happiness. Buddha. The kingdom of God."
"What is our final destination? If we abandon the present moment, our final destination may be our death. We don't want to arrive there, we want to go in the direction of life."
"This concludes Tape 1, A Retreat on the Practice of Mindfulness. Our program continues with Tape 2." hope u get the message...[/color]
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Post by wiche on Jan 24, 2010 18:33:18 GMT -5
it was five o'clock 'cause i checked my watch (actually... was way earlier than that...) when i woke back up on the subway (when did I fall sleep?) and i missed my stop it was 10 blocks back (never could step out that subway...) but i liked my seat so i kept it (I have to admit it... I loved that seat...) and i'm still surprised that you stayed with me 'till my first mistake of the century (yeah... that's surprising babeh!) it was so extreme i controlled my dreams with the radio and the late show
can i come back home? (u'll let me come back home now?) you said anything's possible (I can recall that u promised it!) can i come back home this time? (just let me spread the word in your house! )
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