SO DANCE LIKE YOUR THIS KID

It's Daltin's B day.....
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esconderse

So i have a computer with working internet in my room... I should be estatic but why should I be? Between work and fun I find no time for the things I feel must be done. I wish i could go into hiding, esconderse. I wish to sharpen any skill i actually have with sound and music and actually produce something. I'm always almost there.

TOGA INSTRUCTIONS!!

TOGA INSTRUCTIONS!!

Consequence of Sound-

T|  Artist Name: Regina Spektor
A|  Song Name  : Consequence of Sounds
B|  ==========================================================
N| 
A|  Pretty easy song to learn!
B| 
B|  The main staccato melody throughout most of the song goes like this:
E| 
R|  3|-C#--------------|

.|  2|-----G#--D#--A#--|
C| 
O|  And repeat!
M| 
-| 
T|  Then you play:
A| 
B|  RH 5|---------c--d---d--c--d--c-----------|
N|  RH 4|g--a--b---------------------b---a----|
A|  RH 4|e--f--g--a--b---b--a--b--a--g---f----|
B|  LH 3|---------c--d---d--c--d--c-----------|
B|  LH 2|g--a--b---------------------b---a----|
E|  LH 2|c--d--e--f--g---g--f--g--f--e---d----|
R| 
.|   Repeat
C| 
O| 
M| 
-|  My rhyme ain't good just yet
T|  My brain and tongue just met
A|  And they ain't friends so far
B|  My words don't travel far
N|  They tangle in my hair
A|  And tend to go nowhere
B|  They grow right back inside
B|  Right past my brain and eyes
E|  Into my stomach juice
R|  Where they don't serve much use
.|  No healthy calories
C|  Nutrition values
O|  And i absorb back in
M|  The words right through my skin
-|  They sit there festering inside my bowels
T|  The consonants and vowels
A|  The consequence of sounds
B| 
N|  Got a soundtrack in my mind
A|  All the time
B|  Kids screaming from too much beat up and they don't even rhyme
B|  They just stand there on a street corner
E|  Skin tucked in and meat side out
R|  And shouting - i'd like to turn them down but there ain't no knob
.|  Born into picket fences
C|  Not into picket lines
O|  All this hippie shit's for the sixties
M|  Only cliché in our times, but
-|  What if one of these days your heart will just stop ticking
T|  And they sort of just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking?
A|  The consonants and vowels
B|  The consequence of sounds
N| 
A|  Did you know that the gravedigger's still getting stuck in the machine
B|  Even though it's a whole other daydream?
B|  It's another town, it's another world
E|  Where the kid's asleep, and the loans are paid, and the lawns are mowed
R|  What'd you think--all the gravediggers were gone just cause one song is done?
.|  There's always another one
C|  Waiting right around the bend
O|  Till this one ends
M|  Then it begins squeaky clean and it starts all over again
-| 
T|  The weather report keeps on tossing and turning
A|  Predicting and warning and warning and warning of
B|  Possible leakage from news publications and
N|  Possible leakage from news tv stations, that
A|  Very same morning right next to her coffee
B|  She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
B|  The national geographic was being too graphic
E|  When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
R| 
.|  The world's got a nosebleed, it said, and we're flooding
C|  But we keep on cutting the trees in the forest
O|  And we keep on paying those freaks on the tv
M|  Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us and
 -|  Sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
T|  But we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and
A|  No one's the killer and no one's the martyr
B|  The world that has made us can no longer contain us
N|  And prophets are silent and rotting away cause
A|  The consonants and vowels
B|  The consequence of sounds

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Djinn!

Finally they listened to me!

webbed nun

HAHAHAHA nuns have webcams now a days... (BUT i don't)

So it's taken me a week and a half to gather all the parts to this article ive been working on: Veiw the Scene.... i didn't know it was that hard to gather info on your friend like people. teheheh

Love Left to Last

 

Thoughts that taunt the 

nights we'd touch (in) mid dark...

Seriously seeking (while he would be spleeping) 

for something seemed a spark, Or rather

a rare flicker? Sex should simply

be simpler!

Impulse Induced: Indulgance

in an instant. Yet still I insist:

"could it be this quick?"

Start: Entrance/ In trance...

Again I'm in this dance.

Surely secured sustenance;

Gone away to this Lonliness.

Now all I have is Hope of a chance.

"Is this?"...oops... gone in a glance.

This second, your presense is 

present; Readily it's replaced

for a place in my past (as good

as steady) Please, teddy, a bit

longer. A tad stronger...

Learning a Love left to Last!