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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 4:18 pm
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So... I got bored with playing around elsewhere, and I want to put something up just for the hell of it. Critiques appreciated.
Everwhite
Come on, come along down To the everwhite side of town, to the bright blinding everwhite Where everyone's happy and no one's on the streets in rags Where the trees are green and flowering, where the birds peck at the ground looking for worms.
Bright blinding everwhite shining side of town. Come on, Come along down to the everwhite, where everything's right but everything's right Everwhite residents strut around in their Sunday clothes. Everwhite houses on everwhite streets lean up, shining blinding bright. So come on,
Come along down to the everwhite, where everything's right and everything's wrong To the everwhite side of town, bright and blinding and (falling) rising up in the world. Everwhite residents walk around in funeral clothes. The trees are green and the birds peck at the ground, looking for worms. Everwhite houses with yawning windows stare at each other.
You wonder what they think, what's inside. What goes on.
The trees turn red (rust-red) in the autumn, the birds peck at each other. Angry beaks in an everwhite place. Rushing red on an everwhite road. Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual. Always that color, everwhite. You wonder what they think, what's inside, what goes on.
You wonder if they can see in all the bright, blinding everwhite. Do they read? Watch TV? Do they play? Work? Make love? Or are they just blinded and entranced by everwhite? No one's in the streets in rags. It's perfect, isn't it? Everyone's happy.
So come along! Come on down! We promise we won't bite. This is the everwhite side of town, bright blinding everwhite Sheltered and safe and happy and perfect. Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual. Unreal.
You wonder if they can see what's around them. You wonder if they can see past the everwhite.
The trees turn red (red like rust, red like dried blood) in the autumn. The birds peck at each other. Angry beaks in an everwhite place. Terrified minds behind everwhite smiles. Purpose blacker than sin in this everwhite side of town.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:54 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 5:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 6:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 11:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 9:43 pm
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A Sound of Time
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Listen to the ticking of the Clock, click, tock, tick, Gear are spinning, time is winning
Gaining on our steps, tock. Running every race against the Clock, tick, tock, click Machinations, great creations!
Measuring our moments, click. Telling each of us when we are Done, click, clock, tick Drawing lines and writing times and
Tock, tick, tock, tick Listen for the thunder of the Drum, bom, bom, bom, Marching forward, lockstep with the
Clock, tick, tock, tick, 'Bout face, forward march! Boom, bom, click, tock, Stop.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 6:56 pm
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Beware, young folk, as you pass by. As you are now, so once was I.
Hey, here's a departure from my usual material. I had a sad little tune that made itself up in my head, so I set some words to it. See if you can find that tune in here, eh?
As I am now, you too shall be. So, prepare for death, and follow me.
Last Night
So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it... ... When I was hanging' round, just outside your door?
When's the last time you talked to me? Was it... ... Late last night, or the night before?
And when's the last time I felt you? Without... ... Without a single tear running' down your cheek?
When's the last time you were happy? Don't... ... Don't be so sad, I'm here, and I'll set you free.
You could've just called me, no one else would've known. You should've sent a letter to my little home. And you know, I can't blame you, now can I?
You could've been stronger, you didn't have to let go. If I knew you were aching', you wouldn't have been alone. And you know, I can't blame you... now, can I?
So... when's the last time we kissed? How many... ... So very many weeks that it's been, now?
And when's the last time I whispered in your ear, that I loved you. Was I too far away for too long, now?
You could've just told me that you wanted to walk away. You could've just said, "I don't need you, so go away." And you know, I can't blame you, if I were you I might have done the same.
And you could've just told me the news then and there. But you wanted to hide it, never wanted me to share. And you know, I can't blame you. If I were you, I might have done the same.
So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it... ... I was hanging' round, outside your door?
When's the last time you talked to me? Was it... ... Late last night, or the night before?
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