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5523. Ulgine Barrows - 11/3/2005 11:15:33 AM The dog can't move no more, surprised he made it till spring
His pain won't go away and the pills don't do a thing
You've known that old hound longer that you've known any of your friends
And no matter how you let him down he'd always take you back again
So it's one tall glass of whiskey, one last drink for old time's sake
The dog just lays in bed and watches every move you make
Wrap him in his blanket, hold him once more close to you
Lead him out behind the barn with a borrowed .22
Everything slips through these cold fingers
Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand
~Bill Morrissey 5524. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 9:21:12 AM Every morning I've got a new chance
I want to land the part of Eddie in The Stranger Dance
Cause he gets to swordfight the duke
He kidnaps the queen
And you think the score's set but you can't truly see
Til you know the two sides of Monsieur Valentine
Til you know the two sides of Monsieur Valentine
~Spoon 5525. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 9:27:26 AM
Every morning I pull on them pants
Mmm but I don't get out so much since I acquired St. Vitus dance
I turn the news on a while
I practice my scene
You think things are straight but they're not what they seem
Til you know the two sides of Monsieur Valentine
In his coat and his boots and his blackheart machine
No, no one knows the two sides of Monsieur Valentine
~Spoon 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"
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