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I didn't age well
but when was a port wine ever so well discovered
and I was the one who brought you this way
and the ghost of the one who holds you so well
I didn't save you from yourself
but when was a punch line ever so well recovered
I've never seen you laugh that way
since that night I made my designs
and you decided I could stay
I should ask but I mustn't
is it love that you are drunk on
or are you drunk on my substance?
I could bring someone to life that way
I could drown you in my sweet
we could lose ourselves I pray
I didn't take you from yourself
but there are still nights when I think we'll last forever
sprawled under the same moonlight
wrapped in a goblet spell
you're still dreaming of the one
that holds you so well
you put my contents on the yard
you put my bottle on display
I wasn't born for hitting earth so hard
or pouring out this way
but I was the one who brought you here today
I am a port wine pulled
from a middle class vine
you're just another one who thought she would save a dollar
caught my shimmer in the cellar
in my better day
that night I made my designs and you
decided I could stay
I didn't age well
but when was a port wine ever so well discovered
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Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer or we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long; think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
so let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

swing life away
swing life away
swing life away
swing life away

Seriously, this song is all about my life at the moment.
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Nari sent me this, I'm not sure what to do with it, but it's a really good poem, by her.
My Glass Window

I find myself sitting alone on my bed

I wonder and think and ponder all night

So many thoughts rush through my head

And I don't know who can make it all right.

I reviewed my past thoughts of you just now

The inevitable has sadly taken its course

We both saw it coming, but to stop it? How?

And now I find myself filled with regret and remorse.

You say that once our paths intersected

They collided, they hit; we were close

And now I've done what you always expected

My path curved as opportunity arose.

I have now much more valor and virtue

Despite the lies I've told you this past

You deserved it, but I never meant to hurt you

And now I have a life that might last.

My glass window is beautiful. It's shiny and clear.

I throw no rocks and I have my fun.

But it's superficial. You're right, do you hear?

To a certain extent, it's already begun

Much of my window is still pure, though, my dearest

Much is perfect and wonderful and sweet

How does yours fare? Is it, too, the clearest?

If not, my dear, must you cheat?

For then what is left but shattered glass?

And have you broom and dustpan? I think not.

Can't you see the doorknob of imperfect brass?

Keep your distance and in turn I'll deny you a lot.

Perhaps this is good. Perhaps this is bad.

Perhaps our differences were bound to set us once apart.

But what we had was special, and this emptiness is sad

I begin to truly doubt the presence of a heart.

Think not of me, sweet, but only of yourself

And think of the purity that is now switched on

The unpure is packed away and is on the highest shelf

So why is a part of me so very gone?

Since that was about me, I think I'm aloud to put it up.

I like this song, even though I've only heard it once:
by Dispatch

There was a decorated general with
A heart of gold, that likened him to
All the stories he told
Of past battles, won and lost, and
Legends of old a seasoned veteran in
His own time

On the battlefield, he gained
Respectful fame with many metals
Of bravery and stripes to his name
He grew a beard as soon as he could
To cover the scars on his face
And always urged his men on

But on the eve of a great battle
With the infantry in dream
The old general tossed in his sleep
And wrestled with its meaning
He awoke from the night
Just to tell what he had seen
And walked slowly out of his tent

All the men held tall with their
Chests in the air, with courage in
Their blood and a fire in their stare
It was a grey morning and they all
Wondered how they would fare
Till the old general told them to go home

I have seen the others
And I have discovered
That this fight is not worth fighting
I have seen their mothers
And I will no other
To follow me where I'm going

Take a shower, shine your shoes
You got no time to lose
You are young men you must be living
Go now you are forgiven

But the men stood fast with their
Guns on their shoulders not knowing
What to do with the contradicting orders
The general said he would do his own
Duty bout would not extend it not further
The men could go as they pleased

Not a man moved, their eyes glazed
Straight ahead till one by one they
Stepped back and not a word was said
And the old general was left with his
Own words echoing in his head
He then prepared to fight

Go now you are forgiven

isn't it pretty?


Jun. 13th, 2003 04:20 pm
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I went to a Jonatha Brooke concert last night.
she is so danm good!
converstion with Henry. It's amusing to me:
Henry (4:15:45 PM): hi
Hannah (4:15:50 PM): hello Henry
Hannah (4:16:03 PM): What do you want?
Hannah (4:16:49 PM): "Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers." - T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Henry (4:17:38 PM): ok
Henry (4:19:02 PM): dont really have anything to say
Hannah (4:19:29 PM): so why did you say hi?
Henry (4:19:55 PM): cuz
Henry (4:20:01 PM): i felt like it
Hannah (4:20:03 PM): *pat*
Henry (4:20:28 PM): im really tired
Henry (4:20:33 PM): need my nap...
Hannah (4:20:40 PM): go to sleep then
Henry (4:20:45 PM): i think i will


He's a lovable fool.

okay, here's I'll Try by Jonatha Brooke:

I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn’t let them down now
I mustn't let them see
Me cry.
I’m fine
I’m fine.
I’m too tired to listen.
I’m too old to believe
All these childish stories.
There is no such
Thing as faith & trust & pixie dust.
I try but it’s so hard to believe.
I try but I can't see what you see.
I try
I try
I try.
My whole world is changing.
I don't know where to turn.
I can't leave you waiting.
But I can't stay and watch the city burn.
Ohh watch it burn.
Cause I'll Try but it's so hard to believe.
I’ll try but I can't see what you see.
I'll try
I’ll try
I’ll try to understand the distance between
The love I Feel
And the things I fear and
Every single dream.
I can finally see it.
Now I have to believe all those precious stories.
All the world is made
Of faith & trust & pixie dust.
So I’ll try cause I finally believe.
I’ll try cause I can see what you see.
So I’ll try
I'll try to fly

oh it's so pretty to listen to.

So what it's owned by Disney...



Jun. 11th, 2003 05:27 pm
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this is a sad song...

Artist: Matchbox 20
Album: Mad Season
Title: Rest Stop

Just three miles from the rest stop
And she slams on the breaks
She said I tried to be but I'm not
And could you please collect your things
I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna be cruel
But I gotta find more
Than what's happening with you
If you'd - open up the door

She said - while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought - hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening - can you hear me
Have you forgotten

Just three miles from the rest stop
And my mouth's too dry to rage
The light was shining from the radio
I could barely see her face
But she knew all the words that I never had said
She knew the crumpled-up promise of this
Broken down man - and as I opened up the door

don't you agree?



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