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| Saturday, 7-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Downtown Vancouver In the Fall
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Leaves are falling all around, it's time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go, the autumn moon lights my way.
[First 4 taken 10/22/03. Last 4 taken 10/31/03.]
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| Thursday, 5-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Paint Tomorrow Blue
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This is such a simple place.
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We live on a mountain, right at the top. There's a beautiful view from the top of the mountain.
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| Wednesday, 4-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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I'm Thinking Of A Dream I Had
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Distance has no way of making love understandable...
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Love is real, it is not just in poetry and stories. It is truth, and it will follow you everywhere you go from now on. So, if you'd just cast off your doubt, then your lips would answer for you...Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song, and I can hear it now...
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| Monday, 2-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset
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In a shroud of frost and mountain air
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God damn the black night
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No longer afraid of the dark...
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Blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky, blame it on the satellite that beams me home.
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| Thursday, 29-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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The Happiest Place On Earth
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Well traffic is kind of bad. They're widening Easy St. to fit more S.U.V.s. They're planting baby trees to grow to shady peaks. A little shelter from the sun, or the upper tax bracket. Here on the cul-de-sac, we are not giving back until the community repents. 'Cause we can't afford to be generous. There are closing costs and a narrow margin. So go earn your degree and we'll take you out to lunch. You can work for us, but you have eat 'em all up. One more mouth full and we will be happy then. Out west, they are moving dirt to make a greater Omaha. Another franchise sold so there are even more restaurants per capita. And they all have got a drive-thru. I mean, who's got time to dine. Although the floors are clean, and the color scheme, it compliments me every time. So no one starves in this cattle town. The semis pass making squealing sounds. And it's ALL U CAN EAT and they will never get enough. They'll be feeding us. They'll be feeding on us. One more mouthful and they will be happy then . All those golden fields, lovely empty space, they're building drug stores now until non remains. I have been driving for 100 blocks, saw 50 Kum And Go's, 60 parking lots. One more mouthful and I'm sure they will be happy then. Just one more.
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| Monday, 26-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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There's No Other Ending
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Once it's on, you never wanna turn it off anymore
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Close my eyes (feel me now)
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Torn blue jeans and a foolish grin
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How many lights do you see? There's one to keep the shadows off. And there's one that tells me she got home. And there's one to read his novel by. And there's one that warms this dreary room. And there's one to watch the baby sleep. And there's one to count the blinking stars. And there's one that I just can't forget. And there's one that I remember too. How many lights do you see?
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| Sunday, 25-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Stay Where You Are
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Slipping all away
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Breaking into pieces...
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You can turn the city upside-down like an umbrella...
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Slow down a lighted road. A broken sign states the mile. A broken code. A simple rhyme. A smile. A fallen line. A simple song set the time. An empty stage. A view beyond the skyline. All comes falling down.
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| Saturday, 24-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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In Reverie
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I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor. The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere. I could feel drops of rain slipping off trees' leaves and splattering to the ground.
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| Monday, 19-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Take Me Somewhere Nice
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A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you said you'd like to be), and the birds that screamed at the sun now buried deep below the ground, beneath the snow...
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