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5526. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 9:29:17 AM Every morning I've got a new chance
I want to land the part of Eddie in The Stranger Dance
He makes love to the duke
He swordfights the queen
He steals the whole show in his last dying scene
No one sees the two sides of Monsieur Valentine
No, no one sees the two sides of Monsieur Valentine
No one sees the two sides of Monsieur Valentine
Mmm hmmm mmm hmm hmm hmm 5527. Ulgine Barrows - 11/18/2005 7:17:09 AM The clouds started forming
It sucked him out the window
All she can remember, is it sounded like a train
And I hear that missing trucker ended up in Kansas
Or maybe it was Oz 5528. Ulgine Barrows - 11/18/2005 7:18:21 AM ~Drive By Truckers 5529. Ulgine Barrows - 11/18/2005 8:07:27 AM Every morning I've got a new chance 5530. Ulgine Barrows - 11/18/2005 8:23:05 AM Sad, I am.
You are all untouchable for life.
Snicker. I gotcha on camera. 5531. Ulgine Barrows - 11/18/2005 9:01:31 AM I foresee terrible trouble~ 5532. alistairconnor - 11/18/2005 10:33:34 AM but I stay here just the same
I'm a fool 5533. Ulgine Barrows - 11/23/2005 5:21:01 AM Reminds me of the time
I looked at my husband
And said
What's wrong with you
That you love me
And we laughed,
broken laughs,
the both of us 5534. Ulgine Barrows - 11/23/2005 8:24:55 AM
Every morning I've got a new chance 5535. Ulgine Barrows - 11/23/2005 9:10:33 AM But you wouldn't give that
new chance to ~alistairconnor~
Try it
Fling it
Every morning I've got a new chance
Untouchable for life
Every morning I've got a new chance 5536. Ulgine Barrows - 11/23/2005 9:35:19 AM Unsatiable
go know
Every morning I've got a new chance 5537. alistairconnor - 11/23/2005 10:49:44 AM this is not my beautiful house
this is not my beautiful wife 5538. Macnas - 11/23/2005 10:53:07 AM Art imitates life. 5539. Ulgine Barrows - 11/26/2005 10:02:33 AM And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
~Dire Straits 5540. Macnas - 11/28/2005 11:11:31 AM This is by a fellow called Brendan Kennelly, one of our best living poets:
Begin again to the summoning birds
to the sight of light at the window,
begin to the roar of morning traffic
all along Pembroke Road.
Every beginning is a promise
born in light and dying in dark
determination and exaltation of springtime
flowering the way to work.
Begin to the pageant of queuing girls
the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal
bridges linking the past and future
old friends passing though with us still.
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end
since it perhaps is what makes us begin,
begin to wonder at unknown faces
at crying birds in the sudden rain
at branches stark in the willing sunlight
at seagulls foraging for bread
at couples sharing a sunny secret
alone together while making good.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion
insists that we forever begin.
5541. wonkers2 - 12/1/2005 5:33:28 AM Poems of Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven. 5542. Ulgine Barrows - 12/1/2005 10:03:48 AM There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
There's a ticking at the sill
There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day
As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away
Away
There's a tough word on your crossword
There's a bed bug nipping a finger
There's a swallow, there's a calm
Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today
As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away
Away
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
~The Decemberists
"Of Angels And Angles" 5543. Ulgine Barrows - 12/3/2005 11:03:13 AM Houdini's Box
The box sits on the bridge
The crowd is waiting
The chains are locked across my chest
There's no heart breaking
I've done this show a thousand times
This trick's so easy
As they lower me into your waters
There's no escaping
There's a secret passage out of here
But I don't want to reappear
I just want to stay with you in here
In Houdini's box
Close the lid
And tie the knot
Houdini's box
The clock ticks by the bed
I hear you breathing
I should be out the door
But I'm not leaving
I've still the scars from my last escape
I nearly drowned beneath the lake
Stayed down too long dreaming about you
In Houdini's box
Close the lid
And tie the knot
Houdini's box
In Houdini's box
Houdini's box
I'd take such good care of you
I'd brush your hair, untie your shoes
There's nothing in the world I wouldn't do
In Houdini's box
In Houdini's box
Seal the lid
And tie the knot
In Houdini's box
Houdini's box
Houdini's box
Houdini's box
Houdini's box
The box sites on the bridge
The crowd's still waiting
~ Jill Sobule 5544. Ulgine Barrows - 12/3/2005 11:28:35 AM Houdini Blues: Kristin Hersh
Oh no, don’t you put me in that box
You know what you can do with those locks
Bet your life I’ll come crawling out again
You’ll have to deal with me then
You’ll hear me on the wind
I’ve been on the other side of the blue ridge
Seen the shenandoah rolling there
I stepped off the mountains edge
Just to climb the golden stair
I seen the streets up there
I been on the mount transfiguration
Been there with my ma and my pa
On the mountain of commandment
I been handed down the law
You should have seen what I saw
I fell to the bottom of thales’ well
Caught like a theif with a lamb
You know these stars they can cast a spell
I’ve been caught with red hands
I’ve been caught with red hands
I scaled the mountains, skiied the valleys
I’ve done the highs and the lows
I don’t feel like work today
Hell I won’t go
Bess I won’t go
Just let me at their locks
We should all be free
Oh bess, I swear I’ll call
When I’m free from me
We should all be free 5545. Ulgine Barrows - 12/3/2005 11:35:01 AM And there we have it: two vastly different opinions on Houdini's infamous box.
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