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08-12-2010, 07:19 PM
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I know I over play songs...too much.But there's always a new discovery,it seems.
Listen to this one again...ignore the words and just see where your mind goes. And maybe think about where it took you. It may be telling. I did this because I just told someone an answer to a rather innocuous question----but it was very nocuous, as it turned out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgXimdc4UIc 
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08-12-2010, 07:31 PM
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Talking to dogs hanging out windows at parking lots.....watching the past come back while gazing at large trees, just hanging around....seeing people doing the hive life.....talking to someone ,somewhere---wondering if they are there......thinking about someone else who is so very,very, very far away....so far she is almost right next to me.....and scolding bugs for hiding under their rocks.....wondering about ghosts and how they have vengeful slants....so many people who were and have yet to be.....how I can change everything by merely changing my mind... life is a poem unless you don't see it that way.
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08-12-2010, 11:04 PM
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Well I just had some fun.
Hope you did,too. Anyone know what the deal is with makemusic4me? I'm feeling 6th Sense-ish more and more. Wouldn't it be funny to ask the lone inhabitant of a small island ....what is the one thing you would take if you were sent to New York City? At some point in his life, Crud'sMother had to have been a prison guard. Stevie..I did say I was done and to shut me off......but I don't think I've said anything which would cause a riot,either.The anvil and the IAmStupid comments weren't really that bad---were they? I like You Are Innocent When You Dream...a lot.I think it would have been great even without the words.I wonder how many different ways just the title conveys itself to people.I can even see a train depot about 80 years ago; in a very small town.Maybe people going where they want...some not where they want---even some of those returning, but most would be happy....and the coffin or two , returning someone .
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08-13-2010, 05:33 AM
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08-13-2010, 08:55 AM
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sell things like insurance
to anyone at all birds enjoy my singing when it's my turn in the fall buy things like your assurance that i am here at all a horsey goes with no name still runs... is sill the same a mandolin wind has blown itself out a candle in ...it's light, melts its own wax but a mandolin wind,has lost its own tracks a teacher at an old wooden desk only it was new back then watches her students,like the Mother hen some will make it,some will recall--back when and it's you that i'm feelin' and it's your love that i'm stealin' with you, so hard to part but you remain...always in my heart Jesus' blood never told me, it wouldn't fail me it never promised me , anything at all but it took my Mother and Father now the birds miss me...in the fall i loved a plethora,in a dream a long time ago i loved her soft, i loved her slow i felt her deepest hopes and dreams and still don't know,what anything means loan me...when we...wish upon a penny then we...told me....there really isn't any violins play around the sound of a penny lost...and a penny found we aren't so innocent ,when we dream
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