January 2012
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Watchkeep your light on
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December 2011
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Songwriting working title: plans? not sure yet
All the plans that I have made for myself could never amount to the plan that you made for me sometimes I wonder which path I’m on the path I’ve paved or the one lain before me “get real” you say “we are always walking on God’s path” and I’d sure as hell like to believe there’s truth in it. I wonder which is better to have a plan or take it day by day But its thoughts like this that catch my...
don't leave brent! →
According to a post on Menomena’s website, multi-instrumentalist Brent Knopf has left the band to focus on his other musical project, Ramona Falls, as well as “other creative pursuits.” The band states, “we want to thank Brent for his vast contributions over the years and wish him nothing but happiness in all of his future endeavors.”
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winter soul
your eyes are snow capped like mountain tops I swear I see icicles form when you look at me you said there’s no way that I could warm your icicle heart I took a chisel and broke a piece off and held it in my hand the blood started flowing and your love started growing with a shiver the ice fell off you said:
won’t you warm my cold winter soul
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I could write you a letter...
but I’m not sure where to send it.
Hope its better where you’re headed than where you are.
want to sleep because drunk
but can’t because coffee.
its a weird equilibrium
white russian and coffee nightcap
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Watchsent my mom some flowers for Christmas. looks like she got them. =]
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“I’d put a ring on that”
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Watchweightedwords:
Another song idea
my brother from another mother has some skills with the ivories. what do you think?!
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red wine and tom waits
go together like coffee and cigarettes
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I love...
smoking a cigarette on cold nights.
I can’t tell where the smoke ends and my breath begins.
“The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie,...”
– On the Road by Jack Kerouac (via the-final-sentence)
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I'll bleed if you ask me
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i should really...
…stop buying music on itunes…
my wallet and my bank account would appreciate that a lot.
well even baby I cannot see the sound
well even baby I cannot hear the light
lemonmeringueparty asked: it is quite amazing. i used to live there so it is just that much funnier. i know most of the types of people that they talk about
lemonmeringueparty asked: same goes to you. hi. i'm caitin
all y'all...
start following me, but you never talk to me.
whats the deal yo?
Talk Hard: How To Pick Up A Girl Based On Her... →
girlmeetsbanjo:
ok, so for me: don a vest, dabble in black and white photography, buy me a whiskey and ask for my hand in marriage. and give me some of those preserves you made, while you’re at it. (TAB, KOL -old catalog, Black Keys, M&S)
wait. that would stand a decent chance of working.
i’m dead from laughter. so spot on.
HOLD UP. where’s the option for old crow medicine show?! here you...
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Not one of you...
will ever know me in the flesh. To you, I am just pixels of color put together on a screen.
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no punishment
to my body today. an hour of yoga does one’s body mind and spirit a world of good.
sorry about the beginning of that recording, my equipment consists of a laptop microphone and an open source recording program. Not the best. Sorry to those who’s speakers were assaulted. I meant to pull back the gain a bit, but now I can’t seem to open the file again to edit it. =(
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Songwriting: Virginia Winds
These Virginia winds,...
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“Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby...”
– Mark Twain
writing the last essay for the semester this...
Its called “Stop Messing With the Classics!” Its an essay arguing against editing classic literature. Meanwhile sipping casually from a glass of Little Penguin Pinot Noir and smoking roll your own cigarettes in between writing breaks.
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a shower before I fall asleep...
Standing stark and baring all my imperfections and blemishes in front of the image of myself in the mirror. Stepping into the current of water rushing over my body, cleansing me of the drudgery of the day. And slipping comfortably into the warm sheets, refreshed. Ready to give myself to sleep and dreams with the possibility of the day to come standing idle in waiting.