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| 10:53pm 28/01/2009 | |||||
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where am i to go now that i've gone too far? |
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| 01:55am 21/01/2009 | |||||
I'm 50 today..i was alive when kennedy was shot..when watts burned the first time..in 1968 when the whole world was rioting..from Paris to Chicago..i remember the Beatles splitting up..the moon landing..watergate the bicentenial |
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| 11:06pm 16/01/2009 | |||||
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I've had three hours of sleep. After five hours the night before. Not a bad average, 8 out of forty. Hullabaloo? Timbuktu. Absolutely none for you. Or me. Or at least I don't want any of that Timbuktu nonsense. Woosh! |
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| 09:15pm 16/01/2009 | |||||
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| 2000 years ago |
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| 09:47pm 30/12/2008 | |||||
 2000 years ago I'm sure the romans were quite content this will never end 1000 years last forever this christian thing is just a fad it will pass oh the glory that was rome the power the conquest the greatest thing since Athens What did the Romans think? were they like us? fiddling while Rome burned not like us we have a stimulous package.. |
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drunk| if it werent for the chocolate vodka i'd have froze to death.. |
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| 09:14pm 23/12/2008 | |||||
I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they're blowing As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - there is nothing It was fun for a while There was no way of knowing Like a dream in the night Who can say where we're going No care in the world Maybe I'm learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - there is nothing  |
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| perhaps theyll listen now.. |
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| 10:43pm 18/12/2008 | |||||
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| beauty |
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| 09:07pm 17/12/2008 | |||||
 SURE YOUR BEAUTIFUL NOW..ALL THE MEN LOVE YOU.. FUTURE GENERATIONS WILL BOW DOWN AT YOUR FEET BUT TIME IS A THIEF- THE ANGRY MAN SAID BUT WHAT WILL YOU LOOK LIKE IN 40 YEARS LONG AFTER MY LIVER HAS DIED..AND OUR SONGS HAVE BEEN SUNG WHAT THEN?OR WILL PEOPLE JUST REMEMBER YOU FOR WHAT YOU WERE?  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claudia_Ca |
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| van gogh had daze like this |
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| 12:04am 17/12/2008 | |||||
sometimes i begin to think the light has gone out i'd write a story paint a picture it wasnt much but it was something a sign of life.. now all that remains is a sense of futility and despair i watch i wait i stopped writing and painting they remain buried under the dust under the bed.. perhaps in 100 years some one will find them and think jesus who made this crap?!  |
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| Tool - Right in Two /René Laloux |
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| 11:57pm 16/12/2008 | |||||
Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused. Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around? Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys, where there's one you're bound to divide it Right in two Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason. And this is what they choose. (and this is what they choose) Monkey killing monkey killing monkey Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs, They forge a blade, And where there's one they're bound to divide it, Right in two. Right in two. Monkey killing monkey killing monkey Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs, they make a club And beat their brother down. How they survive so misguided is a mystery. Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here. cut it, divide it all right in two (x4) They fight, till they die Over earth, over sky They fight Over lies, over blood, over air And light, over love, over son Over blood They fight, till they die, over what? for our lies! Angels on the sideline again Benched along with patience and reason Angels on the sideline again Wondering when this tug of war will end cut it, divide it all right in two (x3) Right in two Right in two... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rene_Lalou |
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crazy| My turn |
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| 11:17pm 16/12/2008 | |||||
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So familiar and overwhelmingly warm This one, this form I hold now. Embracing you, this reality here, This one, this form I hold now, so Wide eyed and hopeful. Wide eyed and hopefully wild. We barely remember what came before this precious moment, Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside... This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion. We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment, We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal All this pain is an illusion. Alive, I In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal All this pain is an illusion. Twirling round with this familiar parable. Spinning, weaving round each new experience. Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing. This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal. All this pain is an illusion. |
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| a man gets on a bus in dublin.. |
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| 08:45pm 15/12/2008 | |||||
 a drunk is riding a bus in dublin and he spies a nun a very fetching nun which he fancies he approaches her and grabs her informing her she is the most beautiful womeN in the world she screams slaps the drunk and runs off the bus in shock.. as the drunk staggers off the bus.. the bus driver addresses him.. "you fancy that nun do you?" "indeed i do" replies the extremely inebriated tourist "weeeeeeeeeeeeeell, a lot of men do.. she has a reputation..would you like to meet her?" "i just tried didnt work very well" "no no yank you didnt go about it proper..sister..Eilleen..has certain tastes.." "see i know about sister Eilleen..what you have to do is meet her in St Stephen's Green about 7 pm..but you'll have to dress up as jesus christ and tell her your the son of god..do that and she'll let you have it..a fetish you see.." The lustfll drunk sobers up buys a jesus outfit and heads to St Stephen's Green..sure enough at seven pm its dark but there she is just behind a bush..the drunk informs the nun that he is indeed the son of god..the nun lifts up the back of her robe and lets the lustfull drunk have his way.. after the dirty deed is done.. the drunk has a tremendous pang of guilt "OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?! SISTER FORGIVE ME! I HAVE TO CONFESS..I AM NOT THE SON OF GOD..I'M JUST A BLOODY TOURIST!" "WELL AS LONG AS WERE CONFESSING I HAVE ONE..I'M NOT REALLY A NUN.. I'M A BUS DRIVER.."   this joke was told to me in temple bar about five minutes before i filmed this the bloke who told me the joke can be heard in the backround..tonite someone told me an american version of this joke but instead of a bus it was a taxicab and the nun was some bloke going to a costume party..funny thing jokes |
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| you dont know how it feels |
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| 07:55pm 15/12/2008 | |||||
Hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? Come on, now. I hear youre feeling down. Well I can ease your pain, Get you on your feet again. Relax. I need some information first. Just the basic facts: Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ships smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I cant explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. Ok. Just a little pinprick. Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh! But you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe its working. good. Thatll keep you going for the show. Come on its time to go. There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ships smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb. http://www.drinklucid.com/ http://www.drinklucid.com/ http://www.drinklucid.com/ |
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| I Am Not Canadian - i am not Henry Charles Bukowski |
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| 09:46pm 12/12/2008 | |||||
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do you come here anymore? are you so disgusted with my vile intrusion you have left your livingroom? well i'm sorry.. forgive me these things happen when your old insane..and drink too much... these are my words..no one wrote them they are not the lyrics to some song.. i am on a quest a quest to numb my pain to find some way to forget my embarassing result and i'm pretty damned close.. if you are reading this you've come along for the ride.. congratulations.. greetings..i'm from france..  |
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| i think i can actually see tina And mick...dancing across my shot glass.. |
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| 07:43pm 10/12/2008 | |||||
I'd spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy ya or would slide on by ya? Or would you think this boy is strange? Ain't he strayayange? If I could win you if I could sing you a love song so divine. Would it be enough for your cheating heart If I broke down and cried? - If I criyiyied. I said I know it's only rock and roll But I like it. I said I know it's only rock and roll But I like it like it yes I do. Well I like it oh yes I like it I like it I said: Can't you see this old boy's getting lonely? If I could stick a knife in my heart Suicide right on the stage Would it be enough for your teenage lust? Would it help ease your pain? Ease your brain if I could dig down deep in my heart Feelings would flood on the page Would it satisfy ya would it slide on by ya? Would you think the boy's insane? He's insayayane. I said I know it's only rock and roll . . . Don't you think that you're the only girl around I bet you think that you're the only woman in town. I said I know it's only rock and roll  http://www.drinklucid.com/lucid_flash.c |
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| i regret nothing |
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| 07:18pm 08/12/2008 | |||||
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien C'est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe Avec Mes Souvenirs J'ai Allume Le Feu Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs, Je N'ai Plus Besoin D'eux Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos Balaye Pour Toujours Je Reparas A Zero Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies Aujourd'hui Ca Commence Avec |
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| Aux Champs-Élysées, |
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| 01:40am 08/12/2008 | |||||
One day in November of 1984 i finally found myself in Paris France walking down the Champs-Élysées,it was dusk the eiffel tower was all lit up and a million crazy frenchman were driving their citroens,peugeots and renaults at about a million kilmeters and hour all around the place del la concorde. and all of a sudden i burst into tears, i cried like small child i just wept people french people even asked me if i was alright IN ENGLish ca va bien..i'm alright..as a matter of fact i think it was the only time in my entire life i was alright..was that brief moment in paris on the Champs-Élysées, crying like a http://artists.letssingit.com/joe-dassi Je m'baladais sur l'Avenue le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu. J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui, n'importe qui ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi. Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser. (refrain) Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées. Tu m'as dit : J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous qui vivent la guitare à la main du soir au matin Alors, je t'ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé, et l'on n'a même pas pensé à s'embrasser. (refrain) Aux Champs-Élysées... Hier soir deux inconnus, et ce matin sur l'Avenue, deux amoureux tout étourdis par la longue nuit. Et de l'Étoile á la Concorde un orchestre à mille cordes : tous les oiseaux du point du jour chantent l'amour. (refrain) Aux Champs-Élysées ... |
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| you don't |
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| 08:44pm 05/12/2008 | |||||
Let me run with you tonight I'll take you on a moonlight ride There's someone I used to see But she don't give a damn for me But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud You don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels to be me People come, people go Some grow young, some grow old I woke up in between A memory and a dream So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint Let's head on down the road There's somewhere I gotta go And you don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels to be me My old man was born to rock He's still tryin' to beat the clock Think of me what you will I've got a little space to fill So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint And let's head on down the road There's somewhere I got to go And you don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels No, you don't know how it feels to be me You don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels No, you don't know how it feels to be me |
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| The Quest: James Wright |
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| 03:46pm 04/12/2008 | |||||
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In pasture where the leaf and wood Were lorn of all delicious apple, And underfoot a long and supple Bough leaned down to dip in mud, I came before the dark to stare At a gray nest blown in a swirl, As in the arm of a dead girl Crippled and torn and laid out bare. On a hill I came to a bare house A crept beside its bleary windows, But no one lived in those gray hollows, And rabbits ate the dying grass. I stood upright, and beat the door, Alone, indifferent, and aloof To pebbles rolling down the roof And dust the filmed the deadened air. High and behind, where twilight chewed Severer planes of hills away, And the bonehouse of a rabbit lay Dissolving by the darkening road, I came, and rose to meet the sky, And reached my fingers to a nest Of stars laid upward in the west; They hung too high; my hands fell empty. So, as you sleep, I seek your bed And lay my careful, quiet ear Among the nestings of your hair, Against your tenuous, fragile head, And hear the birds beneath your eyes Stirring for birth, and know the world Immeasurably alive and good, Though bare as rifted paradise. |
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