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brighn
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Cairns
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Feb 8 16:07 UTC 1999 |
A blinding flash, and then nothing...
Take me to the cairns
and introduce my soul
to the ones who have come before
Under the denim sky,
take my hand
take my heart
for I have grown weary of the walk
I want to find the quiet again
I know it's there,
somewhere,
within the cairns
So let our paths wind together,
and teach me the ways
of the ones who have come before
Under the cotton sky,
hold my hand
hold my heart
which has darkened from the grime
I want to be cleansed again
I know the water is fresh
Let me swim my dirt away
between the cairns
These are for the ones who have come before,
for when the pain is gone,
when the words have burned,
all that is left is memory
So take me to the cairns
And let me build my own
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zoe
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response 1 of 13:
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Feb 8 16:47 UTC 1999 |
for some reason...
So let our paths wind together,
and teach me the ways
of the ones who have come before
made me want to cry..
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allida
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response 2 of 13:
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Feb 8 19:35 UTC 1999 |
"let me build my own"
YES!!!!
:)
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bookworm
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response 3 of 13:
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Feb 8 19:45 UTC 1999 |
For some reason, every time I read something of yours, Paul, I want to
read it again.
:)
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orinoco
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response 4 of 13:
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Feb 8 20:22 UTC 1999 |
"denim sky" - I like it!
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lumen
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response 5 of 13:
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Feb 8 22:40 UTC 1999 |
This could be excellent material for a folk song-- it has that rustic
air about it and enough repetition for song hooks.
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brighn
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response 6 of 13:
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Feb 9 15:34 UTC 1999 |
I must admit that "denim sky" was borrowed from Stephen King (The Regulators),
though his reference sounds like he took it from elsewhere... the persistence
of metaphors and memes =}
The cairns, meanwhile, were inspired by the movie "Still Breathing," which
I saw a few days ago and which I recommend (although not highly).
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orinoco
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response 7 of 13:
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Feb 10 02:17 UTC 1999 |
Damn those pesky memes.
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bookworm
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response 8 of 13:
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Feb 10 05:51 UTC 1999 |
A wise poet once said:
"Good poets borrow from other works.
Great poets steal."
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