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Monday , March 3, 2008 23:10
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so simple in the moonlight....
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This is a song called "Lua" by Bright Eyes. I found it this morning on my daughter Kelsey's MySpace homepage. Her and I are so alike that sometimes it scares me, and I won't even go into the reasons why. Did I mention that I love my kids more than anything? I do. Lua Bright Eyes I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off But Julie knows a party at some actor's west side loft Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they'll be gone When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss So many men stronger than me, have thrown their backs out trying to lift it But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won't exist You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black You just keep going to the bathroom always say you'll be right back Well it takes one to know one, kid I think you got it bad Oh it's so easy in the evening, by the morning's such a drag I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train And if you promise to stay conscious, I will try and do the same We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain What was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane And I'm not sure what the trouble was, that started all of this The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
Tuesday , February 20, 2007 16:04
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She left him not because she needed to be free….
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....but because she could never be free.
After a few weeks, the feelings began to come quicker, like waves on the beach. He barely had time to recover from one before the next one rolled over him, nearly suffocating him. The obvious solution would have been to simply walk away from the ocean, but he couldn't stand to not at least listen to the hypnotic sounds of the water rushing through his being. Besides, it was the near drownings that reminded him that he was still alive. ~Excerpt from the imaginary unfinished novel by (and about) Russell Tharp
Sunday , January 21, 2007 05:37
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Thinking Voyager 2 Type Things
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While I'm snowed in and waiting impatiently (and sometimes I fear hopelessly) for inspiration to strike me, or even to strike me down, here's one of the best lyrical pieces ever written: Thinking Voyager 2 Type Things Sir Bob Geldof This is the moment that we come alive I'm handing out the breath and the kiss I'm electric with the snap and the crackle of creation I'm mixing up the mud with the spit So rise up Brendan Behan and like a drunken Lazarus Let's traipse the high bronze of the evening sky Like crack crazed kings. Voyager 2 where are you now Looking back at home and weeping Cold and alone in the dark void Winding down and bleeping Ever dimmer ever thinner Feebly cheeping in the solar winds I'll turn you up Sail on sail on sail on On past the howling storms Through electric orange skies And blinding methane rain Sail on I'll turn you up Never bring me down to earth again Let me blaze a trail of glory across the sky Let me traipse across it's golden high Let me marvel in wonder and unfettered gaze At the bigness and implausibility of being Yes stretch out your hands into infinity you human things Past blind moons and ice cream worlds You hurl your metal ball of dull intelligence And show us all our fragile grip As we too track with you Slower but no less insistent Like the only fertile seed In the barren vault of being Sail on Hurtling towards the waiting tomb of empty worlds Waiting for the final primary come of life I'll turn you up And I'm thinking big things I'm thinking about mortality I'm thinking it's a cheap price that we pay for existance This is the moment that we come alive This is the breath and this is the kiss No we're in Paris In the ball gowns In the high heels In the snow And we're spinning round Versailles in a Volkswagen Beetle That we'd hired for the day (At the cheap rate) The room without the shower was cold again "Are we already middle-aged", she said And I said "I feel nothing I feel like a jelly-fish", "Mabey it's the Portuguese Men-O-Pause", she joked And she laughed her brittle head And we went back to bed And I've been thinking about these things I've been thinking about Voyager 2 And this is the moment that we come alive.
Wednesday , January 17, 2007 03:23
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