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In which you hear an untitled song of mine, and if you look hard, you'll see the spot where someone accidentally mistaken a guitar as a chair... Lo...
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In which you hear an untitled song of mine, and if you look hard, you'll see the spot where someone accidentally mistaken a guitar as a chair... Lol, no hard feelings though, mistakes happen. and it's still very playable :P
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Inspired by TheIntoxikie
Eyedea- Paradise : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xltOgx...
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Puppet to Nat...
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Inspired by TheIntoxikie
Eyedea- Paradise : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xltOgx...
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Puppet to Nature
Rage burns the corners of my page,
angst singes aspirations of a fruitless age,
all struggling to earn a daily wage,
ensnared within the confines
of our battered barbed cage.
I am all of my addictions,
the expansive road of affliction,
meaningless days spent
mulling over an ex's phrase
said bitterly on the phone,
crawling over its texture and tone
for the cryptic message that struck
my face like a stone.
Insecurities, like insects wriggle through my ear
and in my head, yes I should be in bed,
but that's not what insomnia said.
Lethargic daydreams slowly hammer
on the walls of my shrine, intoxicating
the sentries with cheap sweet wine, severing
whatever artistic link I had with the divine.
Stress seizes my strained shoulders
and gives my brain a rattle, but it's all
tit for tattle, we're pushed into the line of battle,
led into abattoirs like ignorant cattle.
Self-medicating our devils with booze
and drugs to lift us to the grace of higher levels,
but the descent comes too soon in time for us to revel
in the glory of what we've seen, as if our souls
took a spin in a catalytic time machine,
back to the days when we played our green tambourines,
and finally flushed out the sedative of Routine.
We exhale stale air from weakening lungs,
the scent of tobacco and alcohol drifting
from our whispering tongues. Hopes of the old
stand in torn shoes of the young. We're left
struggling to climb up splintered rungs,
writing sorrowful songs yet to be sung
by suited-up politicians bluffing on platforms,
promising the universe, yet we get reforms.
I am lying on parched grass of the third class
getting high on laughing gas, waiting for priests
to emerge from evening mass, screaming
at them like a brassy trombone
with my head on cloud nine
and my spirit alone.
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pangoo liked a video
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photography by Steve Skafte
music by Peter Ulrich
"Journey of Discovery"
and "The Springs of Hope"
The vast majority of these image...
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photography by Steve Skafte
music by Peter Ulrich
"Journey of Discovery"
and "The Springs of Hope"
The vast majority of these images were taken in Nova Scotia, Canada, where I've always lived. This is my passion, the consuming factor that defines my life. You can see everything at http://www.flickr.com/photos/fetusboy/, where I post my work every day.
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Much Luv,
Dawk