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Post by TRE on May 28, 2005 9:36:27 GMT -5
John Peel to John Lydon ________________________ swim quiet sound keep softly in the somber deep real and knowing reel
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Post by TRE on May 28, 2005 9:40:03 GMT -5
Quetzalcoatl ________________________________________ The Man, The Myth, The Legend Careening through the corridors of sound leaving behind the levity of ground lifting beats and livening notes astounding critics and creepers beyond their hopes soaring simple melody towards the heavens with height shining luminescense through his darkened night it was each and every audiences delight to witness such a great bird take flight thanks for the muse to learn more about Charlie Parker aka Bird click here to learn more about the Quetzalcoatl click here to learn more about the symbols and metaphor click here
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Post by fff on Jun 7, 2005 20:42:06 GMT -5
...and so fell the weight i never can lift
behind us the darkness
between us the rift
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Post by ella quent on Jan 7, 2006 18:48:07 GMT -5
in the heart we listen to see the feel of things we are meant to be and with those sounds our mind responds what body language through time holds on...
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Post by moonlight dancer on Jan 20, 2006 11:56:01 GMT -5
Body language adoration and oh how the admiration You sent the messenger watching through the backpass glass The troubled human being for which his interest keen The voice recording and watching HIS idiot dance in candelstine. get a fuc'kin life and get the balls to see my face to yours!Rally that!
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Post by moonlight dancer on Jan 20, 2006 12:05:39 GMT -5
A year of my life in a bottle Sitting on the shelf so near Shall I take the mesage in the bottle and throw in in the river Shall I take the nearest opener and listen to whats inside maybe I'll be ignorant and toss the bottle aside
Whatever path I choose and whatever choice I take The anger held deep inside will always stay the same The world is my stage and my salvation The beast within shed its skin I'll come to the fork in the road I'll rise once again...
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Post by NoFi on Feb 10, 2006 0:54:13 GMT -5
carried thru the road so far alone days glue themselves to what is wrong and soon the hills will swallow us up plans will pass her land on the walls is laid out I know you're in pain train for the cause of staying down it plays you out fall out of love again your dreams all end
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simple is as simple does
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Post by simple is as simple does on Mar 4, 2006 22:06:44 GMT -5
in quietude we find the ALL
compare the none and live with WILL
as we are and so we BE
this life is immeasurable as it is SEEN
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Post by FFF on Jun 30, 2006 12:10:26 GMT -5
There is selection Many shapes and sizes Variety Fondling surprises The syllables Trigger happy opposites Encountering those devious devices Satisfying all that you are craving Considering life is now worth saving
Tie me to the length of that
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Post by adorant autre on Jul 13, 2006 4:54:09 GMT -5
the quietude of my time is not questioning but still believing
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Post by threeFs on Aug 27, 2006 11:07:57 GMT -5
your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies while you and your mother were asleep in the penthouse thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums the music and medicine you needed for comforting so make all your fast fleshy fingers to moving and pluck all your silly strings bend all your notes for me soft silly music is meaningful magical the movements were beautiful all in your ovaries all of them milking with green fleshy flowers while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines smelling of semen all under the garden was all you were needing when you still believed in me say what your want to say hang for your hollow ways moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles
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Post by FFFisDead on Sept 24, 2006 1:42:43 GMT -5
Chains of shamed haunters. Green noises. Do
You really paint your lips with a stick? They must
Bleed, remedied with the stain of pale reasons.
I inflamed my calandar until it was a prison
For a hardwood nomad, a carving of my
Thudding orbs done near the corpse
Of a moat. Culture is invinsible.
Sculpture is the spirit of a pebble
Puking up a vine. I dressed
With the effort
Of an animal. I believed
The radio and it's pink
Honey. I made a prow
From a ribbon
Of money, and I
Sailed away. Now
The stitches of the backdrop
Murmur: "Love your earth. Love
Your teeth. Love
From above and beneath. Breathe
Like a woman, imagine
Like a man. Burn the sermon
In the shade
And put the ashes
In a grave..."
(To announce the mother There must be sunlight. To
Denounce the father
There must be care. Cocentric
Lore
Swells
In giddy mark. Dark
Roses
And a movie
Of a sunbeam
To believe I'll have another time
Fully dressed as mine
A dusk on all fours
A ceiling
On the floor...)
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Post by rotter on Sept 25, 2006 3:58:10 GMT -5
i love it
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Post by autressa on Sept 26, 2006 16:17:02 GMT -5
bright lightning winds brush hard and crashing night blind moments afar i have called your name and will nothing not even blame
with all bickering faults enfolded these arms reach beyond any petty life held scolded through a willful gaze measuring more than glare... this taint-tempted smoldering stare the flavor of a soul running deep and clear as ice cold creek down mountain over rocks remembering no hate for living as pure vision instilling thrashed raw palms showed precision
my right is your hope that all certainty brings life new scope above some petty fray of dope this our conversation vow lacking nothing nor wishing back pedalled evasions now never not forgot their lovely senses of rot and snot and yet climbing out the other side with no measure or value of hearts denied all presence and posture entact as ravaged body wracked into composure stood forth
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Post by tressa on Sept 26, 2006 21:47:14 GMT -5
fluid rivulets fly upward and shock us to our senses as we find the ways we thought were standard leave their tendered master of fate for fictional assertion of amazed
no one asked and was not wanted so much as they came and stayed undelivered by their own hand of doubting deference... reach out and over and between consider the most common of values and move it to one side.. otherwise defining 'well'
im sleeping and stirring and my spirit is blurring as i offer someone elses child refuge from this street of timely cash and carry... please let me share this breathing in doing as there is alot more than would will itself be done
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