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So Long To The SeasideSo long to the seaside So long to all the waves I'm gonna miss sunshine While living the good daysSo Long To The Seaside
So I wasted my time And I wasted my waves You don't have to tell me I'm just going my way
Sound of splashing Crashing Against The rocks That I'll miss
But I can't wait for rocks I can't live for the shore So long to the seaside Will there one day be more?
by ~emusonparole
Here's For Whatever YearSo here's for whatever, can't really decide If this is '08 or if it's for '09 But it doesn't really matter which one I chose Either way it's all the same, we're all gonna lose Screwed up weather, a mellow pejorative , and our only restorative's For some head heavy heathen to point out the facts That we're all the same stupid and we're all out of whack Now, I'm suprised as the next man, I'm really not used To staying on one topic long enough to muse About a state of a union, or a union of a state You know the thought of either's enough to start a quake And there's so muchHere's For Whatever Year
by ~emusonparole
And......And..........................And......
Snap, why don't you, while you still got fingers Clap, why not, it's still in style Tap, your shoelace, it's still in your reach, but don't Rap, 'cause I can't, I'd try for a while But there's twice as many words as can be fit in a sentence Thrice as many songs as can be written on speed Double that of kerosene, whispering in your head Treble canceling bassing, when neither's not your need Need, need you a shoelace to hang all your thoughts Well I brought one, in case, but I think your face would Rather not take the strain of all the things
by ~emusonparole
SomedaySomeday, when the heavens touch the mountains' peaks Someday, when that collision makes foundations weak Today, I'd like to see it, feel its awesome might Today, can you feel it bringing back the light Once you fall, you try to rise Do your best to shield your eyes But it's ok to take a peak See It's alright It's ok if you feel weak But when it comes, will you be the first one there? Or will you fly from its face? Don't you care?Someday
Today, another mountain got blown off its feet Today, another follows it right down my street Someday, I'd like it to follow
by ~emusonparole
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- Current Residence: somewhere nice
- Interests: music, the playing and listening of, reading, writing, thinking, living, frolicking..the usual
- Favourite movie: don't know or care
- Favourite band or musician: changes almost daily, so I'm not going to say here.
- Favourite genre of music: rock, jazz, blues, world music, avant garde to name a few, but i'll listen to anything good
- Favourite artist: yaakov agam
- Favourite poet or writer: terry pratchett, garth nix, douglas adams, bill bryson, and a bunch more i cant remember right now
- Favourite photographer: sue abramson
- Favourite style of art: abstract or symbolic stuff...I think?
- Operating System: windows Xtra Pathetic
- MP3 player of choice: iPod video (or "classic" I suppose...)
- Shell of choice: shiny
- Wallpaper of choice: soft, white, patterned with duckies, you know what I mean
- Skin of choice: potato
- Favourite game: life-ish
- Favourite gaming platform: A high flat rock covered in oil
- Favourite cartoon character: Felix and Butters
- Personal Quote: I come up with lots of good ones, but I'm too lazy to pick one. That should suffice.
- Tools of the Trade: Whatever's handy, but a piano's nice. Preferably in tune.
- Email: emusonparole@gmail.com
- AIM: guess...
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All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.
-Bokonon
My poetry tends to sound like inappropriately long and personal hallmark cards except without the sense of occasion.
My prose is shallow and pedantic.
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All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.
-Bokonon
My poetry tends to sound like inappropriately long and personal hallmark cards except without the sense of occasion.
My prose is shallow and pedantic.
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All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.
-Bokonon
My poetry tends to sound like inappropriately long and personal hallmark cards except without the sense of occasion.
My prose is shallow and pedantic.
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