| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/1/2008 4:06:31 AM | to read between the lines and say what they see?
you know, it really doesn't matter to me...
for i know who i am and where i've been
although i'm far from perfect, i'm not full of sin...
the most important love does not come from them
but it's the love of self i have within
i no longer suffer, and blame others for being untrue
but now have compassion and love for you | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/1/2008 4:39:50 PM | compassion and love for you
driving alone a little asque
not really noticing anything new
casually enjoying the view
maybe they are walking two by two
maybe they end up in a stew
maybe the colour isn't blue
maybe my time is threw | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/1/2008 7:52:07 PM | maybe my time is threw, flown past, who knew?
Every lifetime ever lived, time goes out, sand sieved
Wasting moments precious few, while silence grew
unspoken words left unforgived, sights oblived
what if's what for's even scores, want some mores
Earth is realing, spinning out, fates are sealing
shifting cores, molten passage, choose your doors
Play hands dealing, kiss the stars and keep love feeling | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/1/2008 9:15:03 PM | Play hands dealing, kiss the stars and keep love feeling
there is no choice even though,
it appears to be a false ceiling
You let go and instead of falling
You'll hear someone calling
Then, you're shot like a rocket upwards through time and space
Are you there? the light changes, Can you hear me?
And in the mirror, you see your new face | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/1/2008 9:25:42 PM | And in the mirror, you see your new face
born in the mirage of time and place
bending realities of inner space
Seeking the balance of karmic erase
pledging support to the planet of choice
calling a vision with strong singing voice
enter the resonance that calls in new dreams
everything is just as real as it seems | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/1/2008 9:57:27 PM | Everything is just as real as it seems
Despite the shattered glass and fractured dreams
That lies about our feet scattered and fragmented
Reflecting back all we hoped would never be
Seven years bad luck be damned says I
I wouldn't change a thing even if I could
All the King's Horses and All the King's Men
Can not fix what was never truly broken to begin with | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/1/2008 11:12:10 PM | cannot fix what was never truly broken to begin with...
what was i ever thinkin'...my mind begins to drift
to a time of hardship and so much pain
will never go there again
most of my problems were between my ears
did not listen to reason, could not hear
but now have found freedom at last
all the craziness has now come to pass | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 6:38:29 AM | all the craziness has now come to pass
now I can bless the flock
and hope it lasts
move to the center away from the pit
say hello to the light
kiss the darkness goodbye
never never forget
it started with a lie | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 6:43:07 AM | All the craziness has now come to pass
At war for peace, or is it oil, or gas?
Chinese military leaves no stone unturned
Mass reproduction while scholars are burned
Oblivion wins on the plains of denial
"Have it my way" mantra and don't touch that dial!
It's on with the show in the final refrain
Everyone left on the very last train | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 7:13:00 AM | and still the madness grew
I thought it was oddly human at first
but little did I know
I would have this intense thirst
Now the water is gone
people roam the sands
Looking for a way
to survive these parched lands | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 7:37:58 AM | to survive these parched lands
mix water with the wine
where oil flows from sands
it makes it all seem fine
Paint a desert with your pallet
laid down upon the floor
cast a hidden ballot
'cause baby I want more | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 8:20:30 AM | cause baby I want more
she's always saying that right?
Could I possibly satisfy her night?
Or is this place merely lore
a ground to scratch a theme we dream
upon a pallet of lost painted doors
So here we go again looking for the reason
Even though where you live is totally out of season. | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 8:40:17 AM | Even though where you live is totally out of season
Where I am is where I am and love is still the reason
Living life in paradise within the realms of change
Old friendships surface every life, why do you find that strange?
Chosen pathways opened doors painted with history
Eating mangos by the shore playing life's mystery
Life takes turns and plays it fair I've chosen one divine
Walking in the spring of love making this new life mine | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 10:04:48 AM | Walking in the spring of love making this new life mine
talking about things we shove faking kiss through knife line
only the true soul urning can realize this mistake
lonely the blue ole burning fan deal eyes wiff his take
like on some truck bound for the frontier
Mike won a buck hound with a runt ear
thought that little Joey would do him just fine
thaught Mat "whittle slowly, could skew Jim, trust time" | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 11:00:12 AM | thaught Mat "whittle slowly, could skew Jim, trust time"
The lines of Thorb run parallel throughout the sands of time
follow that without the rhyme and reason runs askew
wtf he talks about, only the swampman knew.
random thoughts that sweep on through as guitars gently weep
passages of memory as night fog mourns the sleep
waking on the shores of fate where freedom swallows fear
Now I lay me down with you where love is crystal clear | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 11:13:25 AM | Now I lay me down with you where love is crystal clear
we share a beer and geer at the opposing team when they score
for that is the sure way to bond during the playoffs
scoffing at the possibility of being knocked out in four
we cheer more and more with the ticking down of the clock
rock back and forth in victory hug
are bugged only by some announcer claiming poor play by our boys
yea, that annoys the hell out of us sinners | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 11:31:40 AM | yea, that annoys the hell out of us sinners
fortify the losers with the gloating system winners
ice the puck and wish good luck and bury old jersey's deep
wandering the halls of fame with promises to keep
Pay the dollars to the boss and ugly ducklings fly
good reviews and policies build new rinks in the sky
cups are turned no right to die as players head on south
if you see conspiracy you'd better shut your mouth | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 1:18:49 PM | If you see conspiracy you'd better shut your mouth
If you hear duplicity you'd better shut your ears
If you speak hypocrisy you'd better close your eyes
If you feel apathetically you'd better close your mind
Speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil
It takes a wiser monkey than I to get these things right
The best I can ever hope for is to chose my words wisely
Hoping my heart reflects my mind and both remain true to who I am | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 4:59:49 PM | Hoping my heart reflects my mind and both remain true to who I am
That's what I thought without thinking
but then I thought, I had just been bought
by an idea mixed with a little drinking.
I am, no matter what, a combination of heart and mind
the reflection has nothing to do with how I spend my time
I know I'm true, I know I'm good, I follow the wave of laughter
I'll listen to you, tip a brew or a few and see you in the hereafter. | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 6:51:10 PM | I'll listen to you, tip a brew or a few and see you in the hereafter
I'll identify you by the sweet sound of your laughter
I'll find you there no matter how just as I found you here
by your sweet spirit gazing mine with the eyes of a seer
wafting through the universe we'll sail the milky way
singing songs of happiness new lovers long at play
we'll follow fate and trust our truth as we trust our love so true
guided by the distant stars who's love light shines right through | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 9:26:57 PM | Guided by the distant stars whose love light shines right through
The hole that was pierced through my chest when he felt blue
He said it was a matter of not feeling so good... hormonal flu
Or maybe it was just a small fetish of bondage... that rang true
Truer than any words I'd ever heard escape his lusciously lying lips
Grander than any damsel in distress from romantic to storybook tips
The matter of the wound would be rendered by the judge
He ruined my white dress with a pole vault in the sludge | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 10:17:32 PM | He ruined my white dress with a pole vault in the sludge
just as well to for it was messing up the judge
with a twirl and a twist we felt so much better
even with the weather turning wetter than a tropical spring
everything twas so peachy nifty doodly doo for me and you
until that fateful moment of truth
the epiphany youth just never discovered
Uncovered before our very eyes | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 10:54:29 PM | Uncovered before our very eyes
the light of darkness began to shine
the world was shiny, hope was new
all because he was genuine in his love of Elijahblue
ironman kicked AZZ
place was sold out smooth
headed to the box office @ 3pm
through the lines we did oooze | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/2/2008 11:03:32 PM | Uncovered before our very eyes
the simple truth of carnal sins
the glorious feelings from within
I'd sacrifice the whole thing
while we twirl like a whirlwind
I'm just so much in love
I'm so caught up
underneath your wing. | |
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