I listen to the radio in the car, on the job all day long,
But no matter the genre, to me its the same ol' song..
The latest hits, obviously an instant appeal and trigger of emotions
that always remind me of our together days, yet there's no song, like her song, and the echo of her calling my name.. I miss our rhthyhm, tho I still keep a lonely beat, guess I do have the heart of a musician, but it was her that made that symphony so sweet.. Cross my heart and hope to die, girl you shine bright like a diamond, I belong to you, you belong to me, you're my sweetheart, now and forever.. And now the day is ending, I clock out of work, and off th
Just suppose that there WAS a Once upon a time..
So much for second chances, but what a time?! In the land before time,
many quite often forgot to take a lunch, most burnt their lunch and or dinner, as well..
"Pardon me sir, do you have the time?", was a very commonly asked question."No, what's
that?" the frequent answer.
Needless to say, waste management was always a very booming, yet pointless business, so
the Pezident worked it right out of the budget, and the department was shut down once and for all.
Thus creating more money and more congressional vacation time!
Its been so long since I could paint the lightning in my mind
Clouds of complexity have swallowed me completely this time
Used to be in control, but lost my words
Baby girl's off on her own path, and its the worst..
Ah shoot, so mute
Lost my mojo, she's fading away, and ahh i just can't compute?!!
Wanna spout these colours and splatter the walls
But i don't know if I'm getting through properly at all?
Got rays of gold, but they come out blue
I'm soldiering on, but i can't break through
Used to make you smile
Used to be worth while..but now,
Can you even hear me?
So sad that you just can't believe me?
Have you gone, where have yo
A Fairy Tale Or Day Dream by the909musketeer, literature
Literature
A Fairy Tale Or Day Dream
In a grassy knoll, sits a pretty little gal
The perfect balance, to mother nature's world
Yet i can't really tell if this is real or just a dream?
Cause her hair keeps fluxuating from red to tangerine
Ohh electric lover, oh psychedelic girl
Can you tell me what? Is this kind of world?
With sunset horizons, with purple twirls
Neon tree's, and flashy lil girls?
Ah your fresh face so innocent, your lovely little glow
You shrug your sholders, as if you dont know
Yes it would be quite normal for you, and foreign unto me
I lose my train of thought, as you look up at me
Finally i say "hello missy, oh how i love you"
You turn and laugh,
I listen to the radio in the car, on the job all day long,
But no matter the genre, to me its the same ol' song..
The latest hits, obviously an instant appeal and trigger of emotions
that always remind me of our together days, yet there's no song, like her song, and the echo of her calling my name.. I miss our rhthyhm, tho I still keep a lonely beat, guess I do have the heart of a musician, but it was her that made that symphony so sweet.. Cross my heart and hope to die, girl you shine bright like a diamond, I belong to you, you belong to me, you're my sweetheart, now and forever.. And now the day is ending, I clock out of work, and off th
Just suppose that there WAS a Once upon a time..
So much for second chances, but what a time?! In the land before time,
many quite often forgot to take a lunch, most burnt their lunch and or dinner, as well..
"Pardon me sir, do you have the time?", was a very commonly asked question."No, what's
that?" the frequent answer.
Needless to say, waste management was always a very booming, yet pointless business, so
the Pezident worked it right out of the budget, and the department was shut down once and for all.
Thus creating more money and more congressional vacation time!
Its been so long since I could paint the lightning in my mind
Clouds of complexity have swallowed me completely this time
Used to be in control, but lost my words
Baby girl's off on her own path, and its the worst..
Ah shoot, so mute
Lost my mojo, she's fading away, and ahh i just can't compute?!!
Wanna spout these colours and splatter the walls
But i don't know if I'm getting through properly at all?
Got rays of gold, but they come out blue
I'm soldiering on, but i can't break through
Used to make you smile
Used to be worth while..but now,
Can you even hear me?
So sad that you just can't believe me?
Have you gone, where have yo
A Fairy Tale Or Day Dream by the909musketeer, literature
Literature
A Fairy Tale Or Day Dream
In a grassy knoll, sits a pretty little gal
The perfect balance, to mother nature's world
Yet i can't really tell if this is real or just a dream?
Cause her hair keeps fluxuating from red to tangerine
Ohh electric lover, oh psychedelic girl
Can you tell me what? Is this kind of world?
With sunset horizons, with purple twirls
Neon tree's, and flashy lil girls?
Ah your fresh face so innocent, your lovely little glow
You shrug your sholders, as if you dont know
Yes it would be quite normal for you, and foreign unto me
I lose my train of thought, as you look up at me
Finally i say "hello missy, oh how i love you"
You turn and laugh,
My memories play to the soundtrack of my soft breathing,
Fading in to only pivotal moments;
I hold the air in my lungs so they last longer.
You never had a problem falling asleep,
But it never stopped me from
Lulling you into the deep subconscious.
I would protect your dreams
Feel your chest expand and collapse against my own,
Play with your hair and press my lips against your skull.
The nights too long, but our time too short.
I hummed my soul to you.
I won't cloud the memories with smoke.
I won't drown myself to the deep subconscious.
And right here,
In my head,
We still sit on opposite sides of a couch,
Hesitating to expres
I am me, i know me, as myself would, if you'd like to, just let me know.. ;)
Current Residence: Vagabond land.. Favourite genre of music: Rock N Roll, and rap Favourite style of art: traditional Favourite cartoon character: Peter Venkman, Homer J. Simpson, Mickey Mouse, Eric Cartmen Personal Quote: i don't have a problem with authority figures, its assholes that i have an issue with.
"The World"A man from the town of Neguá, on the coast of Colombia, could climb into the sky.On his return, he described his trip. He told how he had contemplated human life from on high. He said we are a sea of tiny flames.“The world,” he revealed, “...
"We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with