she must be tired of something
Current mood: lonely
Category: Music

step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white
and in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
i walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
where? i dont know
maria says shes dying through the door i hear her crying
why? i dont know

round here we always stand up straight
round here something radiates

maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like shes walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside of my house
takes her clothes off
says shes close to understanding jesus
she knows shes more than just a little misunderstood
she has trouble acting normal when shes nervous

round here were carving out our names
round here we all look the same
round here we talk just like lions
but we sacrifice like lambs
round here shes slipping through my hands

sleeping children better run like the wind
out of the lightning dream
mamas little baby better get herself in
out of the lightning

she says its only in my head
she says shhh i know its only in my head
but the girl on car in the parking lot says
man you should try to take a shot
cant you see my walls are crumbling?
then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping
she says shes tired of life she must be tired of something

round here shes always on my mind
round here hey man got lots of time
round here were never sent to bed early
and nobody makes us wait
round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
i cant see nothing, nothing round here
catch me if im falling

.:: round here, counting crows ::.

Currently listening : August and Everything After By Counting Crows Release date: 14 September, 1993

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.: sir majesty, your love betrays :.
Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry

His Sir majesty is blessed
A crown and beautiful mistress
They are like golden jewels
That he detests
They are muted—an envy convoluted…

One fading sunset craves
All the salty ocean waves
They are pleading him to leave
She begged him to believe
In their future—she seeks to nurture...

Fine soldiers stoned and beaten
By their enemies, the heathens
What a sorrowful contest
For all the gold around her neck
The tempest flees—wounds caused to bleed...

What bliss comes in the nighttime
Of love, betrayal, and fine wine
O the taste of hypocrisy
A wasted prodigy
Her cries become profound—she is bound...

In his day of confession
O yes he learns a lesson
Of his rumored insanity
And his mistresses death
Too soon a caress—was a knife through her breast…

Tomorrow, when the village knows
Of these unfortunate woes
And irrevocable tragedy
All will mourn for thee
A beauty so sacred— and too young to leave…

She shall never be forgotten
And all those who are lost in
Such an unfaithful love
Shall remember such a tale
As this proves love's betrayal—why does it always fail?


M.C.L.S.

Currently listening : The Crane Wife By The Decemberists Release date: 03 October, 2006

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:: spinning ::
Current mood: calm
Category: Music

:::

Was it loneliness that brought you here
Broken and weak
Was it tiredness that made you sleep
Have you lost your will to speak
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away, far away, far away

Was it emptiness that made you weep
No more secrets to keep
Was it bitterness that gave you time
To forgive your sins
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away
Free me from these thoughts long forgotten down below
Take these angel's words give them life to carry on, carry on, carry on
Free me from these chains...

:::

and now, I must give credit where it is due...
no i did not write this piece of work
these are lyrics from one of my favourite lounge artists
-: zero 7 :- the song is called 'spinning'
check it out, you wont be disappointed...

Currently listening : Simple Things By Zero 7 Release date: 13 November, 2001

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lament

la·ment pronunciation [luh-ment]

–verb (used with object)
1. to feel or express sorrow or regret for: to lament his absence.
2. to mourn for or over.
–verb (used without object)
3. to feel, show, or express grief, sorrow, or regret.
4. to mourn deeply.
–noun
5. an expression of grief or sorrow.
6. a formal expression of sorrow or mourning, esp. in verse or song; an elegy or dirge.

[Origin: 1520–30; (n.) < L lamentum plaint; (v.) < L lamentari, deriv. of lamentum]

lam·en·ta·tion pronunciation [lam'?n-ta'sh?n]

–noun
1. a cry of sorrow and grief; "their pitiful laments could be heard throughout the ward" [syn: lament]
2. the passionate and demonstrative activity of expressing grief



The Lament for Icarus, 1898

Currently reading : Velvet Elvis: Repainting the Christian Faith By Rob Bell Release date: 01 July, 2006

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- : dwell : -
Current mood: calm

:::

how lovely is your temple, o Lord?
how lovely is your temple, o Lord?

and my soul longs, yes even faints
for your courts, o Lord
and my soul longs, yes even faints
for your courts, o Lord

my heart and my flesh cry out...
my heart and my flesh cry out...

and even the sparrow has found a home
and the swallow a nest for herself
and even the sparrow has found a home
and the swallow a nest for herself

at your altar - at your altar
at your altar - at your altar

those who dwell in your house
they will still be praising you
those who dwell in your house
they will still be praising you

:::

oh as i pass through the valley of weeping
i make it a place of springs
make it a place of springs...
i go from strength to strength
and i appear before God in Zion
dwell in your house,
i dwell in your house...

all day long, dwelling in the temple
its lovely, oh so lovely
it is your temple Lord
nowhere else that i would rather be

there is nowhere else that i would rather be...

:::

Currently listening : Selah By Heather Clark Release date: 01 January, 1999

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moses wasn't fat
Current mood: amused
Category: Religion and Philosophy

you must click this

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he won the Nobel Prize in Literature, 1970...
Category: Art and Photography

"Look around you .. there are people around you.
Maybe you will remember one of them all your life, and later eat your heart out because you didn't make use of the opportunity to ask them questions."

Alexander Solzhenitsyn

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go to the shops

Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.

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yours again (be mine)
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry

yours again (be mine)

* imagine dying for someone who isn't worth your life. *
* imagine dying for someone who is... *

hold these thorns, bear the pain
see the blood, watch it rain (reign)
see the nails in these hands
white stained red, see these bands
loving eyes gaze into mine...
oh but why?
oh but why?

why do you love this body of sin?
how can you hold this soul of sin?
you never stop loving or pouring out grace
you forever forgive my many mistakes
you father your children of countless nations
you live, you reign, you love through pain
be mine again
be mine again...

your love i just dont understand
you'll always reach out a caring hand
you touch my cheek to wipe the tears
that just kept falling all these years
i wouldnt trust you, but now i must
because all i thought i had has turned to dust
my heart, my mind, my soul, my fears...

i need to learn to trust you through this pain
and give you my mess of a life of which i am ashamed
im yours again
im yours again

be mine again, im yours again...

M.C.L.S.
06/12/06

Currently listening : Grown By Kendall Payne Release date: 27 September, 2005

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