Monday, October 19, 2009
Physics?
Light Travels Faster Than Sound, Which Is Why Some People Appear Bright Until You Hear Them Speak.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Stars

As a child, I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
And we would get closer
Get closer
When I was a child, I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
That we would get closer
Leaving this darkness
Behind
Now that I'm older
The stars could lie upon my face
And when I find myself out there
I feel like I
I am high
Now that I'm older
The stars shine upon my face
And walk out into space
I feel like I
Like I was blind
To see you now
To hear you now
I can look outside myself
And I must examine the world and look inside
Because I feel light
Because I feel on fire
Arranged by Rhombus
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
What is Left and What is Right
What is Left and what is Right
Emo-tional Radi-ation; Antici-pation Burns
Twi-light turned to Clear Light; And the conver-sation turns
Char-coal Innuen-dos; Omni-present........Sight
Intellec-tual Count-down; What is left and what is RIGHT
What is left and What is right
What is Left and what is Right
Emotional Radiation; Anticipation Burns
Twilight turned to Clear Light; And the conversation turns
Charcoal Innuendos; Omni-present........Sight
Intellectual Countdown; What is left and what is RIGHT
What is left and What is right
Emo-tional Radi-ation; Antici-pation Burns
Twi-light turned to Clear Light; And the conver-sation turns
Char-coal Innuen-dos; Omni-present........Sight
Intellec-tual Count-down; What is left and what is RIGHT
What is left and What is right
What is Left and what is Right
Emotional Radiation; Anticipation Burns
Twilight turned to Clear Light; And the conversation turns
Charcoal Innuendos; Omni-present........Sight
Intellectual Countdown; What is left and what is RIGHT
What is left and What is right
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
New view
Nothing is familiar, the faces all estrange.
Someone's took our memories and now they're rearranged.
Accepting new is old, old is never new.
Mere reflection tells me, all that's true.
Someone's took our memories and now they're rearranged.
Accepting new is old, old is never new.
Mere reflection tells me, all that's true.
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