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There are people who talk, and there are people who listen.
David Ridge, principal bass trombonist of the SF Opera.
Right around the midnight blue, gears spin as I hear you. Krazy Glue is on my hand, in the future lays one-hundred grand. "If you can buzz it, you can play it." -Travis Gould
To listen is to hear a thousand words, but to speak is to reveal weaknesses. Once again what does it mean, is true or is it merely a dream. 6:35 is when she came, a simple hello without speaking a name. Minick L.
A squeaky car drives down the road, smashed bumper and staples in the roof. "Seven Pounds" and Bronco Billy's. Just a Getzen 747... I need to get myself a bass bone soon.
What is Love? Trust. I don't like stat anymore.
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| "There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought" (24). -Zora Neale Hurston
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| my sister is coming home. emotional who should I pledge my loyalty to when neither seem loyal to me... war of the heart, war of the mind why didn't either of them tell me she was returning? is withholding information considered lying? "Stormy Present" "Tears for Fears" give up my amp/cab for my sister...? what to do... I called "her" today about it the times she came home why didn't she say anything to me? fatigue overcoming my ability to spin gears in my head goodnight.
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| Oh how I could write a book on how you make me feel
But how about this song that I wrote for you?
What I feel like...I wanna put my trusts in these simple words
For you to feel what I'm saying, what you feel like?
Reminisce about the little episodes that we shared together
Remember the time that you told me
In the cold night, to relax when all I knew was to hold tight
Remember the time that I spoke to the crowd in a full house and
Realizes that you was my ace?
I was the joker on the stage singing the blues
All eyes on me and had nothing to prove
But yo, I thought I knew what a diamond shine like
But I felt a sharper love in the lime lite
From the queen of hearts watching me quietly in the upper deck balcony
Sometimes I do suspect, I'm a actor in a well-scripted live divine comedy
When I look back at the frozen slice of time and try to defrost the feeling lost
Now enough with the metaphors, the motivation that I wrote this letter for
For you to know that the music held us carry on
Like you say a new day will bring us tomorrow... | | |
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