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Creative Endeavors / Untitled

« on: July 19, 2004, 03:35:51 pm »

This is when I find out that a spark can light this house on fire.
And the shaprest hint of the scent of your hair can bring me down.
At one thirty, when I realize you're not with me,
Well does it hurt you? That I don't call you?
This is to say that all I want to do,
Is write another song for you, and play the guitar,
But first I've got to find out where you are.
So your cologne can put this fire out,
And stop this place from burning down,
Into ashes of what I was and into all I want to be,
With you in New York City, someday.
I know you're farther than I think you are,
And Spring left me with nothing but kerosene,
(With the hope that this wind will blow me through your long, blonde hair.)
So I wash my face and I clean my veins,
And I hope that something will stop me,
To erase all the past ten months have put me through.
But I'm still lost in this corner that you sat me in,
For keeping my hands to you.
But it's cool, and my bed is warm, and I can't let go.
Let go of all these feelings I've had, while thinking of you,
But you ask me to. And you beg me to.
It may not be that obvious, but I know you're begging me to do it,
One more time.
I don't want to say goodbye, that word has passed through me so many times,
Since January, but I'm just now catching on.
And when you're alone in the dark,
May I ask permission to call you, to keep you company?
Because I've also been lonely.
Merlot, Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon - I've got so many I've never got to share with you.
So I apologize for assuming you felt even the smallest bit of enclosed feelings.
I've just noted that you don't care.
Three months had affected me so traumatically,
That I don't know if I remember the fourth and anything after.
I don't want to say goodbye, because the last time I said it,
I was with you and I felt at home (that's fine).
Well, that feeling of welcome within you is lost to me.
It's brought me down and I'm numb to it anymore.

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Completely Off-Topic / Can We Do a "Name that Song Thread"?

« on: July 17, 2004, 09:01:47 am »

Okay, here's the deal. Before you post, make sure that there is NOT another hint before yours, so we don't have eight hundred confused people because they didn't know which song they were to guess. Five lines at the maximum guys, otherwise it's not that fun. And if you use Google - shhh.

So, please . . . please, I'm running out of sympathy.
I never said I'd take this.
I never said I'd take this, lying down.
She says, "Come on. Come on.
"Let's just get this over with."

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Creative Endeavors / This Bi, a Pentacle, and a Sign

« on: July 16, 2004, 05:56:30 pm »

You can say what you want this to be, but I know
it's all in my head
And when I say i won't give up
all I mean is that I'd give up
with the sharpest hint of the colour of your eyes
lining these grey skies
and then it's over . . . atleast for me
And when I listen to Great Romances, alone in my room
I want you to know that I only think of you
So like Kelley , I'm convinced that you're calling
but it's too late for that and to say it, I know
the colour of these skies is indefinite
because I said it's getting late
and all I can think of is the G chord
So when I'm around you for five hours of the day
Why don't you ask me something
I woke up this morning, thinking only a week
So tell all your friends what you think of me
I think they'll listen, and see if they approve
you guys need to know that I only think of you
when I listen to Great Romances . . . alone in my room.

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Creative Endeavors / September Twentieth or First

« on: July 08, 2004, 08:48:38 pm »

I can't think like that, because I've been falling since Spring,
And the last one stole more than this from me.
And it looks like this descension is here to stay.
This glass of wine is half empty.
So, I'll sit here in the dark, pretending,
That I don't feel your absence like a train that ran right through me.
And many chances to tell you have passed over me.
So I breathe a memory of you, last Fall. I won't exhale.
I wanted this song to have a piano for you,
Because that would make it perfect.
Every dream I've had tells me to be more practical or literal,
But I can't stop thinking of you, when you're my Konstantine.
I wish I'd write a song, like Andrew's.
But this pen's ink must be full of nothing but steel and iron,
Because no feeling comes out for you and only you.
You rhyme with his. You see, I'm falling,
And these days are passing by so slowly,
And I just can't get out of this.
If I broke, would you stitch me up? Because I'm broken,
But I don't see your thread.
I saw a needle, and felt it when it sunk into me.
It's May. Spring was like the fog that came last Fall.
It was here, I think, but I didn't feel it at all,
As it covered another candle that's fading out,
And the blue skies that seem so dark and far away.
They're always here, but I don't notice.
I wish you would speak to me, to let me know where you are,
And how long it took to get there.
If these feelings were letters, we'd be speaking with the most random alphabet.
This glass of wine is half empty, so bring the pallbearers in,
To pour me another glass.
If I was with you, I'd be with you all the time.
So we look on the other side of things, by tearing this pentacle in two,
And I only get half of the stars in the sky,
And half of the moon and half of the shade of your eyes.
I don't believe that when I look at the moon, you're seeing the same thing,
Because I'm convinced the blue of your eyes would send me a sign.
So where's my sign? I told them that all I wanted was something to hold me.
That could be the city, the trees, and the sense that you're near,
Or that you'll hold me, and whisper in my ear, "Only one more glass of Chardonnay."
And in your letters, the wines were days.
As I inhale another memory of you through this cigarette,
I'm aware of your absece, and concerned by my loss.
Something in D Minor - like Cannon.
The graduation song is so relevant, or something, to this.
The canons from the war of what I should and shouldn't have said,
Keep the beat and mark a bullseye on the tip of my tongue -
Where I felt you last.
There's a beeping, or a ticking, and I want it to be my phone,
Telling me that you've called.
If I visit, please, stay home.
Home was the shore, where the ocean meets the land.
Since your eyes are blue, you take the sea.
And I'll live with the dark depth of my eyes.
So this Fall, when the leaves die, I can dry my eyes,
In hopes you'll be one, as you're quietly blow away from me,
Into another city where the lights are on more often.
I'm still breathing that memory of you in the park,
It never got too dark, because our sky was one.
And the blue of your eyes made the sky a bit brighter,
So it wasn't black like mine.
But it's still Summer, and I believe that this glass is half empty.

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Creative Endeavors / Everything in Between

« on: July 08, 2004, 04:53:57 pm »

Down the street, off the highway where I hit you,
You can find me - atleast we hope so.
Move this rock; I may have been buried,
And I don't know if I can save another flower you left for Winter's heat.
I've woken up, screaming at you, for no reason.
You let me go too soon, and I'm chasing after you.
This is all I wanted to do with you, but my mouth is dry and I can't sleep.
These letters to you won't spell out all you mean to me.
I won't try to say I'm real, but there's nothing I can taste right now.
We all know we're synthetic, when we grew up in Mercedes Benz,
And the rain's just not enough to keep washing this off,
The rest of us so that we can move on.
I have loved you. J'adore vous for so long.
So ask Nero if we've found what we're looking for,
Because his cross says so much, when it hits us hard enough.
We're waking up under sheets made of what we've consumed,
And of everything we think we are. What I think I am.
But nothing's okay, and I know that I am nothing.

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Creative Endeavors / Consider This

« on: July 05, 2004, 12:25:33 pm »

On Saturdays, where are you? These nights, I'm so alone.
But if this keeps breaking, if I make another mistake and you fall down,
Then I'll fall too. I just want to be with you.
It's come to be that I'm your Icarus, and it's making me sick.
I can be your scream. I will be your protest.
I can be your word of the day, so you can use me often.
And when I smoke on the porch, you can't say a thing,
With a glass of Seibel in your hand, it's so unhealthy.
It can make you tired. Will you be my nicotine?
Broken bottles and empty hearts have assembled the last few weekends of my life.
Empty bottles and broken hearts disassemble everything you've meant to me.
Bruce said that he was on fire, so I'd guess that means that I'm drowning.
But in case you cared to know what I know, I know that you've been gone.
Be my coat in the pouring rain. You've been my kerosene, so start that flame.
And living through last Winter is all that I could do.
But last Sping never past, so if you fall, then I'll fall, too.
You taste like the taste of lips that I've had before.
But it's so hard because I don't know if I want more of this.
Your love is plastic, and we hate the scent of burning plastic.
-Yours always, Icarus

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Completely Off-Topic / I Want to Talk to Someone about Subtle Pagan Symbolism

« on: July 03, 2004, 09:48:17 pm »

Because I'm obsessing over it, now.

So God damned interesting, guys. Joey knows that.

So, talk about it. Anything that's relevant.

(I'm so interested and amazed I couldn't even use full sentences. Fragments are fine.)

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Creative Endeavors / FUCM

« on: July 01, 2004, 06:12:26 pm »

That stands for Fuck You Country Music. How I love Toby Keith AND the Dixie Chicks.

Anyway.

I see you through this window. Come down to me.
I can say the fire died, and there's no blue in your eyes.
Well, the fire's still burning, but I'm not sure of your eyes.
You gasped for breath, as you said to me,
"If this is all stays the same,
And the red and gold sparks let us know that this isn't real,
Then I don't want to wake up."
Because this coffin is like hitting water, after sailing on water for days.
So this forth of July, will you dance with me?
Summer is here, but your water will kill the heat.
And dynamite will cut a hole through this dirty, black sheet . . . or sky.
It's not as blue as your eyes.
These holidays come to pass,
But they're around more often than this feeling.
Can I hit another cigarette?
The fire is lit, but this outside's not lighted.
And the dynamite is dragging up our backs.
Block this SOS.
No one can find us here, because I want a hit of you.

:/

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Creative Endeavors / April Something, a Few Years Back

« on: June 30, 2004, 08:07:16 pm »

This camera can hold so many pictures.
So why can't I keep that many thoughts of you and me,
And what we thought this used to be?
I planted an iceberg in the middle of your front lawn.
Your Summer sun melted it, but where has it gone?
Well this window never shuts to keep this numbing chill inside.
It used to shut, but that was before I broke it,
To get your attention with a piece of an iceberg,
That I planted in your front yard.
I can say these thoughts are here to stay, but I am no camera;
And I'm not the tree that blows behind your house,
Because he sees what's happening.
I want to fly to Europe, and I want to go to France, but I don't know why.
But when I do, can I ask you something,
Will you go with me? Do you like to fly?
Because I would take a ship, but I'm afraid that it might,
Crash into the iceberg that I planted in your yard, last night.

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Creative Endeavors / Where are you Arienette?

« on: June 25, 2004, 09:03:59 pm »

Just kidding. But this doesn't have a title, so I thought I'd sing for you in place of it.

Lay back down.
These streets seem so deserted without you.
So, where are you?
This wind is blowing; it carried you away from me.
And I'm looking through this clear glass,
But everything's so vague.
"Step back from the edge of that grave."
Did you know that everyone knows?
This is when our lungs collapse,
And the beating of our hearts is not so persistent, anymore.
And the room falls, like the braces of the walls slowly decomposed.
Still, you weren't there for back up,
But I don't want to say this coffin closed.
I'll say I'm giving in. It's twelve o'clock, but where are you?
Sew these lips; they feel so useless,
Because I can't speak and I don't think they'll open just for you anymore.

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Creative Endeavors / And then there was Radiohead

« on: June 24, 2004, 05:13:02 pm »

I left this. I left it all for you,
Including the cigarette on that windowsill.
It's still burning. But is this still burning?
I hope that you hear this,
Through the purposely cracked bedroom door:
"I think that all this has burned through my memories,
Through my memories of . . . Shhh."
So I hope at your funeral, I can give a speech.
Maybe after I talk (with no one listening),
I'll lie in your coffin with you, because it's just another bed.
And recite the words of the brain of that stereo -
I want you to notice when I'm not around,
Because you're not around and I swear I've noticed.
All that your wanted was something more than this.
And some living, breathing prototype leaves me searching my lips,
For a kiss I lost, that I think you never gave to me.
To say I need a band-aid,
Wouldn't it be apaprent over everything I'm wearing, and over my heart?
But some living, breathing prototype,
Strips all these photographs from an album that you gave to me.
And that record keeps playing,
So break another one when I notice you're gone - for how long?
Spend time alone,
Once I've noticed you've been gone for quite some time now.

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Creative Endeavors / New York Wanted

« on: June 24, 2004, 10:25:00 am »

Come on, and say that you don't really care.
I lost you on Tuesday, but it's Wednesday, now.
You don't understand what it feels like,
When I'm letting go of all this that has come between us.
New York wanted "more than what I could offer."
You set the alarm as I was leaving.
But can I come back in?
Too many glasses of wine couldn't even help me see.
Now, I'm crawling on my knees at your feet.
Change your mind.
The clock will give you much more time to come onto me.
And it's raining, but my outside's dry.
All of this wanted more than what I could offer.
You set the alarm as I was leaving.
But can I come back in?
And these pews are empty, but the Altar's set.
And everything's working, but I can't move.
And to say that I wanted to stay here much longer,
Can I say that? That I don't want to leave?
New York wanted "more than what I could offer."
You set the alarm as I was leaving.
But can I come back?
And it's raining, but my outside's dry.

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Creative Endeavors / This is for Kelley

« on: June 19, 2004, 09:25:15 pm »

Kelley! Her name is Kelley.
Sometimes she eats buscuits and jelly.
Did you know what they don't have biscuits out west?
I also doubt that they have Octoberfests.
And now I'm going to say that I'm sorry you kind of don't have hair,
But if it makes you feel better, I'll give you my underwear.
And today I was watching Figure it Out,
With Trevor, and he and I figured it out.
Something about tractors and pulling them and such,
And did you know that my computer desk has a hutch?
Anyway, back to the important side of things,
My Dad has no fingers but lots and lots of rings.
Just kidding! He has fingers and toes that are smelly,
But that's okay because this song is for Kelley.

<3

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Creative Endeavors / Urgh . . . I Don't Know

« on: June 19, 2004, 08:46:39 pm »

It's not a good place to start, when you're falling asleep.
A week has passed, and a pack a day doesn't help.
Well, it's been a week, and "smoking's gay,"
But so is this, so anyway, I'm the only one standing in shower,
And since you never called, I'll rinse this all away.
Another drop of water rolled down your skin and hurt my eyes.
I'm tired of seeing these mirrors,
Because I'm aware that something's wrong with me.
I'd guess my goal is to see how long I go without missing you.
But then another candle was blown out, and another fight began.
I'm convinced that solid ground's calling, but all I hear is sand.
And then the music stops. And I don't know what to write.
I've figured something's wrong, but I won't call you tonight.
This overwhelming feeling of loss controls my head,
It surfaced my body, and I don't know what you said.
Still, I've found another way to bury it in my brain.
But I don't know what to do to rinse this all away.
So fall asleep, and forget me, and let your memories run.
They fall out and decay, like another useless tooth.
Was the surface tougher than you thought?
I've figured something's wrong, but I won't call you tonight.

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Creative Endeavors / Untitled

« on: June 14, 2004, 12:49:19 pm »

As soon as my eyes focus, I see nothing is as bright as I thought it was,
Including your eyes.
And I'm stepping back from this cliff's edge that I've called home.
That's after I realized, these numbers on the clock,
They never stop. Only advance, while the broken mirrors multiply.
I don't want to lose myself in your eyes,
Blue like oceans, unpoluted, but don't save me if I drown.
If I'm ever out of line,
Just hang me with the necklace that you bought me a year ago.
It's losing grip.
And this ship of ours is sinking in the mess that you made.
So smoke another cigarette, 'til you lose me like the fluid in your lighter.
I guess you lit me up and let me go, too many times before.