In numbers
Find smiles
The first
Brings sadness
Alone
36
month and day
we all should pray
are spent with numbers
so plenty
Never just is that first
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The best christmas song, bar none!
The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale of New York: So crass, human, revealing and incredibly beautiful all at the same time. One of my favorite songs ever, not just Christmas oriented.
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of new york city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day
Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of new york city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day
Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Step Step stream my conscious gleam
Light steps on thin ice might
sight up the chancy flight
crisscrossed cracks give insight
easy to see that it is opaque below
stowaways better off out than in
when descents begin, fear traps
pulled down the pressure will collapse
face the chance of loosing, being beaten
mingle on decks of gold laces singles
crinkle wads of paper waste worth
millions because the pictures straight
smile wider than their doubt throughout
safe in transparent masks with tax
on time, won't raise an eye
won't shake won't cry
because we all belong the same
hidden vastly distant shame
in all of us it has a name
in all of us we hate it's stain
a stream of conscious babbling
mixes messages and twisted meanings
interpret things the way they see them
they can't be wrong
No measured meanings
Deliberate deceit and fleeting
being without a structured beat
no rhyme.
no reason.
sight up the chancy flight
crisscrossed cracks give insight
easy to see that it is opaque below
stowaways better off out than in
when descents begin, fear traps
pulled down the pressure will collapse
face the chance of loosing, being beaten
mingle on decks of gold laces singles
crinkle wads of paper waste worth
millions because the pictures straight
smile wider than their doubt throughout
safe in transparent masks with tax
on time, won't raise an eye
won't shake won't cry
because we all belong the same
hidden vastly distant shame
in all of us it has a name
in all of us we hate it's stain
a stream of conscious babbling
mixes messages and twisted meanings
interpret things the way they see them
they can't be wrong
No measured meanings
Deliberate deceit and fleeting
being without a structured beat
no rhyme.
no reason.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Potato Rap (done to the tune of Kris Kross jump Jump)
plump plump
You should know, you should know that maaashed
yellow gold satisfies in every way
As we stand there totally mashed out
We commence to make you
plump plump
The Mashed fad will make you plump plump
The mashidy mashed will make you plump plump
PEI will make you plump plump
Don't try to compare us to another type of little root
I'm the Mashed, flesh is yellow like nothing that you ever grew
I'll make ya plump plump, wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'm filled with flavor, try to resist you chump
How tasty? Real tasty?
Cause I'm just so creamy
A young grateable, bakeable type of vegetable
And everything is the pot with a little whatnot
And inside-out i'm whippity whippity wack
I come double baked' with golden crust to make you bust
When you mix me with butter I'm what the ladies lust
And theres something about yellow gold, yeah we all that
So when they ask for a side you know it's gonna be that
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
uh huh uh huh
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
I feel my gut a knockin' knockin'
love it when potatoes' covered in salt N'
The P-O-T to the A-T-OOOOOOOO
root vegetable, is the way to go
I got your heart thumpin, pumpin, even skippin a beat G
too much butter on the side makes your ass to fat G
You try to step to the root then you got bagged in black
To the back you'll be sneakin' the tater tots till your mental
And got so large, can't even fit in a continental
Two lil' tots made from taters like you haven't heard
And no faking you can taste it, don't be absurd
As you gobble your stomach growls the potato melody
The mashed fatty makes you P-L-U-M-P
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
uh huh uh huh
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
Now, the preparations of this and that
Is that potatoes ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll suckas that don't know
Check it out
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mashed, fatty
Miggida miggida miggida Mashed
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mashed, fatty
I know your gonna be
plump plump
The Mashed fad will make you plump plump
The mashidy mashed will make you plump plump
PEI will make you plump plump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Belie' dat!
You should know, you should know that maaashed
yellow gold satisfies in every way
As we stand there totally mashed out
We commence to make you
plump plump
The Mashed fad will make you plump plump
The mashidy mashed will make you plump plump
PEI will make you plump plump
Don't try to compare us to another type of little root
I'm the Mashed, flesh is yellow like nothing that you ever grew
I'll make ya plump plump, wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'm filled with flavor, try to resist you chump
How tasty? Real tasty?
Cause I'm just so creamy
A young grateable, bakeable type of vegetable
And everything is the pot with a little whatnot
And inside-out i'm whippity whippity wack
I come double baked' with golden crust to make you bust
When you mix me with butter I'm what the ladies lust
And theres something about yellow gold, yeah we all that
So when they ask for a side you know it's gonna be that
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
uh huh uh huh
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
I feel my gut a knockin' knockin'
love it when potatoes' covered in salt N'
The P-O-T to the A-T-OOOOOOOO
root vegetable, is the way to go
I got your heart thumpin, pumpin, even skippin a beat G
too much butter on the side makes your ass to fat G
You try to step to the root then you got bagged in black
To the back you'll be sneakin' the tater tots till your mental
And got so large, can't even fit in a continental
Two lil' tots made from taters like you haven't heard
And no faking you can taste it, don't be absurd
As you gobble your stomach growls the potato melody
The mashed fatty makes you P-L-U-M-P
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
uh huh uh huh
Plump Plump
The mashed fad will make you Plump Plump
The carb attack will make you Plump Plump
french fries will make you Plump Plump
Now, the preparations of this and that
Is that potatoes ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll suckas that don't know
Check it out
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Some of them topped with thyme,some made into crisps! Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mashed, fatty
Miggida miggida miggida Mashed
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mashed, fatty
I know your gonna be
plump plump
The Mashed fad will make you plump plump
The mashidy mashed will make you plump plump
PEI will make you plump plump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Belie' dat!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Secrets
Secrets lie in silent prose
hiding from the light they grow
never will they die alone
they feed best in silent homes.
A suns mass of fury
amasses in the hurry
of trying, just to be, forgot
don't allow the silence
to drown the breath
that kills the beast,
that grew so suddenly
The ease of the win
is the battle within
Shared with somebody
hiding from the light they grow
never will they die alone
they feed best in silent homes.
A suns mass of fury
amasses in the hurry
of trying, just to be, forgot
don't allow the silence
to drown the breath
that kills the beast,
that grew so suddenly
The ease of the win
is the battle within
Shared with somebody
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Alicia Keys "No One" With some sub par additions from me
This isn't the official video but it has the song. Not hard to tell what's mine and what's hers
The beauty of your eyes shine brighter then the sky,
Even through the dust that’s falling, and the blood that’s pouring out your side
And we were just innocent, wrong place wrong time
Wrong neighborhood
Another crime
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I dont worry cause
Everythings gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything's gonna be alright
And I’ll hold you till your last breath, please tell me it ain’t soon
Past acting hard right now, you gotta to know I love you,
Close as my own mother, two months past just another
Stranger in my mist, streets battles made us brothers
Bullets have no mercy, no sympathy at all
So I tilt my head back and feel the drops fall
When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain
No one no one no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
They hate this urban war, and right now I’m with’em
Kneeling here watching my best friend go missin.
Right before my eyes, there ain’t SHIT that I can do
I’m like an infant child but no mother to cry to....
And I know this ain’t even gonna make the news
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I dont worry cause
Everythings gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything's gonna be alright
No glory here, in the streets riddled with poverty
We both new eventually it would be you, or me
Cause these blocks are riddled with bullets too
Can’t feed the hungry but sure can run them through
My word,: I’ll remember the times...
When the rain was pouring down
And my heart wass hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain
The beauty of your eyes shine brighter then the sky,
Even through the dust that’s falling, and the blood that’s pouring out your side
And we were just innocent, wrong place wrong time
Wrong neighborhood
Another crime
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I dont worry cause
Everythings gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything's gonna be alright
And I’ll hold you till your last breath, please tell me it ain’t soon
Past acting hard right now, you gotta to know I love you,
Close as my own mother, two months past just another
Stranger in my mist, streets battles made us brothers
Bullets have no mercy, no sympathy at all
So I tilt my head back and feel the drops fall
When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain
No one no one no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
They hate this urban war, and right now I’m with’em
Kneeling here watching my best friend go missin.
Right before my eyes, there ain’t SHIT that I can do
I’m like an infant child but no mother to cry to....
And I know this ain’t even gonna make the news
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I dont worry cause
Everythings gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything's gonna be alright
No glory here, in the streets riddled with poverty
We both new eventually it would be you, or me
Cause these blocks are riddled with bullets too
Can’t feed the hungry but sure can run them through
My word,: I’ll remember the times...
When the rain was pouring down
And my heart wass hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The best observation ever:
I say LOL a lot, and for the most part I'm not LOL'ing, I'm not even LOTI'ing, I'm probably not even smiling, because, you all just aren't that funny. That little diddy above made me actually LOL, I want to be friends with whoever wrote it.
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