Remote Controled Human Beings?
Look at me
I'm an helpless as a kitten up a tree
and I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
I can't understand
I get misty
just holding your hand
Walk my way
and a thousand violins begin to play
on it might be the sound of your hello
that music I hear
I get misty
the moment you're near
You can say
that you're leading me on
But it's just what I want you to do
don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost
that's why I'm following you
On my own
would I wonder through this wonderland alone
never knowing my right foot from my left
my hat from my glove
I'm too misty and too much in love
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Mulch Ennui
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10-28-2005 00:30
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I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
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Eggy Lippmann
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Join date: 1 May 2003
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10-28-2005 01:38
Misty Rhodes is one fine lady.
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Ursa Falcone
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Join date: 26 Mar 2004
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My favorite misty
10-28-2005 04:26
Misty Mountain
Copyright © 1980 Nemesis Publishing, All Rights Reserved (Ferron) Up the misty mountain Wild flowers bind the ground Down by the rushing river Force will wear those boulders down Me I'm underneath my covers Me I'm trapped inside my brain While up above the misty mountain Up above the rushing river Up above the bed of longing The eagle takes the wind The eagle takes the wind my friend The eagle takes the wind It makes me think of this my friend Where does the eagle live in me? O I am crawling through this city I say the city will be my home I say Ferron you are halfway pretty And may you never be alone Be it scorn or be it favour Be it but a moment gone But I stood before the mirror Like an open-ended cavern Like a breath held inhaled, holding, And I barely knew my name I barely knew my name my friend I barely knew my name It makes me think of this my friend Where do I live in me? O it's a planet of resistance It's a whirling flame of choice Are you my comrades in persistence I swear they'll know us by our voice Though we lay down in dusty corners We are ragged as a scar And when we rest our eyes stay open We are always off to war We're always off to war my friend We're always off to war And it makes my think of this my friend Where can the quiet be? O is it up the misty mountain Where wild flowers bind the ground Is it down by the rushing river Where force wears those boulders down Is it underneath my covers Is it trapped inside my brain Is it up above the misty mountain Is it up above the rushing river Is it up above the bed of longing Where the eagle takes the wind? _____________________
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