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« Reply #30 on: January 02, 2009, 12:13:10 AM » |
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tranquilo
casts her spell
sweet voodoo
can you hear the drums
the natives are festive
in divine recline
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« Reply #31 on: January 02, 2009, 12:27:58 AM » |
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playing parcheesie
w/the horizontal
comedians in all
their bopitude
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« Reply #32 on: January 02, 2009, 12:34:23 AM » |
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woe is a me bop
said the fug
and i believe
oh yes
i believe
i see the light
shining on
in boptitudal splendor
and the purest strains
of sanctum sanctorial
tranquilorama
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« Reply #33 on: January 02, 2009, 12:40:03 AM » |
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in espiritu sanctorum
we lay down in dreams
w/anouk aimee
we bask in the sophian splendor
like gods beneath the
olive groves that were
planted 200 years ago
just for this splendiferous
occasion....
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« Reply #34 on: January 02, 2009, 12:45:09 AM » |
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azteca looks down upon us
as quetzacotl preens
with sharpened talon
rip my heart asunder
birdgod
tonight i dance
upon the gold ziggurat
anouk aimee
is but a dream to me now
come to me
give me your eyes
GIVE ME YOUR EYES!!!!
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« Reply #35 on: January 02, 2009, 01:13:12 AM » |
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my spirit rocks
as i prepare
to enter my music
realm
i live amidst these instruments
i pute beneath the dangling wires
i weld within the blue flame
when rest is needed
i simply lie down
when confusion persists
i listen to the words of the
dalai lama..."just be happy!"
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« Reply #36 on: January 03, 2009, 02:14:44 AM » |
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just me and my pen
it is my violin
my piano
it sings for me
for me alone
it busts the blues
it wails torch
it takes me out
and brings me home
i don't need
nothing or no one
with ink as my shepherd
i walk through the alley of shadows
and jam with gabriel of the horn
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« Reply #37 on: January 03, 2009, 03:50:06 AM » |
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a pen
a wire
what more
do we need
you can create
lines upon lines
even hang on walls
guide us with both
then jam like on Vermouth
with pen and wire
you got it all
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« Reply #38 on: January 03, 2009, 08:47:06 PM » |
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we must not forget the
duct tape
w/ these 3 tools
we can and will
conquer all
wire....pen....& duct tape revolution!
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« Reply #39 on: January 11, 2009, 12:39:15 PM » |
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jammin' sunday morn
brunch time coming fast
then i'm off to charm city
jamie wilson's photo show
@ clementines
in hamilton opens 5-7 pm.
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« Reply #40 on: January 14, 2009, 12:02:06 AM » |
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lettin' a feeling
ride......then grabbing
the bull by the horns
for the moment~
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« Reply #41 on: January 14, 2009, 12:29:53 AM » |
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I've decided to become a beer drinker.
Drink a case a night.
The heavy stuff, dark ale and stout...
Won't mess with nuthin' light!
Gonna stuff myself with pizza
and pasta, too, and dessert.
Gonna fill up my belly until it hurts.
Then when I get to be 300 pounds
and there isn't a soul who's around,
I can blame on the fact that I'm fat.
Whaddya think about that?
Yeah, this will help with rumors and bunk.
They'll call me a lezzie and a drunk.
I'll have to take the freight elevator.
Store my clothes in the nearest crater,
smile like the moaning lisa....
downing cases of beer and
stuffin' my face with pizza.
Stuffed crust. That's my lust.
Oh yeah..... Yummmmmmm.
Might not ever get off my bum.
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« Reply #42 on: January 14, 2009, 01:39:06 AM » |
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just how much do re mi
do ya get
pasta see food and
eat it diet
more of ya to go around
eat that banana split
suck it on down w/a
tray of oreo cookies
then go lay down
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« Reply #43 on: January 14, 2009, 01:44:05 AM » |
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She sits and waits by the front door
Her heart on her sleeve like a cheap pair of cufflinks
Should she knock?
Should she ring the bell?
Should she throw rocks at the window?
She just waits by the front door
Hoping that the person inside senses her
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« Reply #44 on: January 14, 2009, 01:49:38 AM » |
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dat be da plan
ol' wired man
gonna blow up
like dynomight
and when i show
at the february gig
y'all won't know me
i'll be so big
oh and also forgot to say
gonna wear a short frizzy wig
that day, saunter on in wit
boas wrapped around my neck
when you see me?
PULL!
what the heck?
i'll wail then croak
no joke
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