Hey, you, I love your soul.
~Skillet
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Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
Sew me a sail,
To catch the wind.
Sew me a sail
Strong as the gail,
Carpenter, bring out your
Hammers and nails.
Hammers and nails,
Hammers and nails,
Build me a boat
To go chasing the whales.
Chasing the whales,
Sailing the blue,
Find me a captain,
And sign me a crew.
Captain and crew,
Captain and crew,
Take me, oh take me
To anywhere new.
-Shel Silverstein
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a crescent rang clear
in the cold autumn sky
and it laughed at my mood
though would not say why
-Sierra |
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In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He softly and suddenly vanished away---
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.
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we're in a corner
playing gin rummy all night long
listening to your
absolute favorite song
-Just Me, by IvyLeaves
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I could be your Cinderella from the ashes
a phoenix rising, golden slippers
yes, I could be a Cinderella in my nightdress
all white and silver, like a faerie
but then, I only come out at midnight
only with you there -- only with you there
-Just Me, by IvyLeaves
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they were digging a new foundation in manhattan
and they discovered a slave cemetary there
may their souls rest easy
now that lynching is frowned upon
and we've moved on to the electric chair
and i wonder who's gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?
and who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?
how about we put up a wall between houses and the highway
and you can go your way, and i can go my mine
except all the radios agree with all the tvs
and all the magazines agree with all the radios
and i keep hearing that same damn song everywhere i go
maybe i should put a bucket over my head
and a marshmallow in each ear
and stumble around for
another dumb-numb week for another hum drum hit song to appear
people used to make records
as in a record of an event
the event of people playing music in a room
now everything is cross-marketing
its about sunglasses and shoes
or guns and drugs
you choose
we got it rehashed
we got it half-assed
we're digging up all the graves
and we're spitting on the past
and you can choose between the colors
of the lipstick on the whores
cause we know the difference between
the font of 20% more
and the font of teriyaki
you tell me
how does it make you feel?
you tell me
what's real?
and they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
even when they're as dry as my lips for years
even when they're stranded on a small desert island
with no place in 2,000 miles to buy beer
and i wonder
is he different?
is he different?
has he changed? what's he about?...
or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?
am i headed for the same brick wall
is there anything i can do about
anything at all?
except go back to that corner in manhattan
and dig deeper, dig deeper this time
down beneath the impossible pain of our historyv
beneath unknown bones
beneath the bedrock of the mystery
beneath the sewage systems and the path train
beneath the cobblestones and the water mains
beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
beneath everything i can think of to think about
beneath it all, beneath all get out
beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
there's a fire just waiting for fuel.
--ani difranco, "fuel"
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Fade, made to fade
Passion's overrated anyway
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came
'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my savior
But I still don't go, oh
I feel like something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more, oh.
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I wanna be a rebel with a holy cause
Stand against the devil and hold up my cross
You have a mission for me
A reason why I'm here
To radiate your glory
Sweet songs to your ears
And I don't wanna be a flame, I wanna be a raging fire
Tired of my will my way you call entire
And it's time I stopped running from the truth
So I'll stand here still until I'm filled
I wanna be moved... by you.
~Ginny Owens, I Wanna Be Moved
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Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.
-The Archetict, The Matrix Reloaded
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It was not quite real
Seeing through glass-towers
looking upon wounds that never heal
Lost among fields of paper flowers
Dancing teapots, fluttering wings
fields of flowers that bloom too red
searching among the flighty things
ripped through my hair, tear at my head
Nightly fancies filled with fears
lost among stained-glass walls
music no one ever hears
amidst the grave's soft silent call
Something cracked in the soft-soft seams...
something's loose inside my dreams.
-me
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