Journal rLobster's Journal: My mood, update for Adam, and a poem of it all 2
This grungie kind of acoustic mood is nice. I'm sinking in it tonight. Next year, people, next year, there will be a recording of marching band music in some sort of controled setting and a CD of NDCL MARCHING BAND MUSIC released near the end of the year/season depending on how things shake down. Getting it in with music from saint patricks day parade (i.e. Irish Party in Third Class) would be bitchin'. Also, next year if we do Malaguena and Aztec Fire and Caravan and put them on it that would KICK A-BUTT.
On a more serious note, a certain mysterious friend of mine has informed me that the guenievere situation contains actaully a third knight, for lack of better terms reffered to as Sir Gawain (even though Gawain is hell-a cool and 1000x better than lancelot) to give me a mass of plebs surrounding the colleseum in Rome. it's like "that song was on a beer commercial" "really?" no, I lied.
except I will when the situation becomes more obvious, the picking up and swinging, the innuendoes, the "coaching" in the back corridors, the words I spoke and ment. and then also new thing, the life-time of history, the innuendoes as well, the softly singing voice, the dirty mind, the kick in the ass, the revered manner in which I speak of it(the subject#3, sir gawain). For Sir Gawain is the best, and nothing is better than that.
It's extremely risky to stick poetry of mine on this website, because anyone could see it, steal it, and pass it off as their own. but here's one, cause you people need to know my style.
The Autumn Effect
wind howels, sin rises
the time has come to sing
and I'm off key
again, but this time closer
or futher away but different
the time it takes to shine a light
up into the rafters of the old house
or a lighthouse, 'cause they like that
so lines get longer, songs echo past
the corridors of my life
are never ending
I bastardize your hand here
but it feels ok
autumn leaves and sweaters
and the old raccon's
wiley friend
are all mine.
TA
Enjoy it? Perhaps.
On a more serious note, a certain mysterious friend of mine has informed me that the guenievere situation contains actaully a third knight, for lack of better terms reffered to as Sir Gawain (even though Gawain is hell-a cool and 1000x better than lancelot) to give me a mass of plebs surrounding the colleseum in Rome. it's like "that song was on a beer commercial" "really?" no, I lied.
except I will when the situation becomes more obvious, the picking up and swinging, the innuendoes, the "coaching" in the back corridors, the words I spoke and ment. and then also new thing, the life-time of history, the innuendoes as well, the softly singing voice, the dirty mind, the kick in the ass, the revered manner in which I speak of it(the subject#3, sir gawain). For Sir Gawain is the best, and nothing is better than that.
It's extremely risky to stick poetry of mine on this website, because anyone could see it, steal it, and pass it off as their own. but here's one, cause you people need to know my style.
The Autumn Effect
wind howels, sin rises
the time has come to sing
and I'm off key
again, but this time closer
or futher away but different
the time it takes to shine a light
up into the rafters of the old house
or a lighthouse, 'cause they like that
so lines get longer, songs echo past
the corridors of my life
are never ending
I bastardize your hand here
but it feels ok
autumn leaves and sweaters
and the old raccon's
wiley friend
are all mine.
TA
Enjoy it? Perhaps.
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