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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
(this and my other latest, 'Red Furniture', will probably kill further commenting on my previous post, 'She's The Only One', but I can't help it; I'm on a roll right now.) demons and songs demons and songs are the same thing to me they weigh on me heavily so my cheek scrapes the sidewalk my heart sinking into my shoes and i'm performing exorcisms every night dripping black ink blood on journal pages to understand this all, i take a christ pose tied to my guitar between c minor and g flat major edgar allen poe on one shoulder with eyes burning john lennon on the other side cheering me on oh i feel the coda comin' ripping through my skin the chorus banging around my head like an angry elephant bones and muscle crack and ripple with every moment i carry this demon of a song down the neck to d demons and songs angels and inspiration whatever/whatever a blue electrical conduit of mad music am i but if the demonic songs promise to make me better in the eyes of beloved people, then destroy my heart and own my soul - i'm yours but this is not a song 'cause i'm bled white tonight but i can already feel the tingles of another one coming a shark to tear its teeth through me just to get to its prey: the blank open page the blank empy gaze demons and songs leave when they're done hell and/or heaven leaving a gaping hole in my body till the next demon comes 'round till the next song flutters away into your heart i can only hope else why the shivering death inside me every time? "The moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell". -- Tom Waits, 'Bad Liver and a Broken Heart' |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Nothing is every knew Or New People fill throngs that pay money that lead them to fill throngs that pay money et al. Gullible in the name of religion - "I am only doing this, because I can't find someone else to blame, and I read it on page 'whatever'" Writing on a website what you feel, if you feel you should do more, is where it stops. You take talent, understand the world is not perfect, and then you still write Take care Dave |
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