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buttercup954

:: 2003 29 September :: 12.00pm

song of the day
bob dylan - tangled up in blue

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

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buttercup954

:: 2003 28 September :: 12.00pm

song of the day
alanis morissette - you learn

I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone, yeah
I recommend walking around naked in your living room, yeah

Swallow it down ( what a jagged little pill )
It feels so good ( swimming in your stomach )
Wait until the dust settles

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free

Throw it down ( the caution blocks you from the wind )
Hold it up ( to the rays )
You wait and see when the smoke clear

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

Wear it out ( the way a three-year-old would do )
Melt it down ( you're gonna have to eventually anyway )
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn

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cowboy67

:: 2003 1 October :: 3.43pm

ever heard of sarcasm?
the use of "i" when written doesn't always mean me, or isn't always from my point of view. just remember that when you read certain things i post (i.e. lyrics and poems).

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cowboy67

:: 2003 1 October :: 3.01pm
:: Mood: aggravated

happy birthday
she is a cinderella who could paint a mona lisa, fix a car, cook thanksgiving dinner, or perform open heart surgery, and you don't seem to even appreciate, let alone realize, that!

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buttercup954

:: 2003 29 September :: 10.04pm
:: Mood: chipper
:: Music: kelly osbourne, new pornographers, sahara hotnights, white stripes

monday's usually suck. but today was ok. i had a class, hung out with tamara the rest of the day and am now just chillin. i got a cute blazer too. and more records. and a cd. neato. only crappy thing was my mom being a %#*&. but what else is new!
csi: miami just came on. it's so needed. ta!

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cowboy67

:: 2003 29 September :: 9.33pm

i will surprise you sometime
if your hand causes you to sin, cut it off.

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cowboy67

:: 2003 29 September :: 12.25pm
:: Music: interpol

if you know me at all, this will be funny
Sagittarius In Love

Love is wonderful for many, but it's a bit of an enigma for the Archer. What, after all, is love? To libidinous Sagittarians, love is often sex, plain and simple. These straight-shooters want a partner who is a mental and physical equal, yet one who understands "love" on their terms. This means mutual independence and an ability for each partner to do, and be, exactly what they want.
Love can be hard for the Archer, since a fear of intimacy often swirls around them. For this reason, a friendship first is often the best way to encourage a love relationship with these folk. If this can be achieved, it's splendor between the sheets.

Sagittarius And Sex

The Archer is a Fire sign: 'Nuff said, at least where sex is concerned. The initial Sagittarian response where sex is concerned is through physicality, as opposed to emotion or practicality. The Archer is not shy, and like the half beast/half human that he/she represents, is quite the sexual animal. In other words, these folks are always ready!
Sagittarians like to enjoy many an erotic experience, in keeping with their outgoing and sociable nature. Their great libido also lends itself best to an artistic and graceful lover, qualities they very much admire. Trying new things is also often on the Archer's mind, and when their lover says sex on the beach, they had best not be referring to a fruity drink. The Sagittarian's thirst for knowledge is often quenched through straight talk in bed, a way to combine two of their favorite pleasures. Sagittarians can also grow to worship a worthy lover, a fitting response to this holiest of acts.

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cowboy67

:: 2003 28 September :: 9.07pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: a perfect circle

you're a stranger, so what do i care?
today at church, there was a special service for police men/women, firefighters, and emergency rescue workers. because my grandpa was a fireman back in the day, he was formally recognized and we got to sit with him and my grandma in the front of the church (it was reserved for family members). at the beginning of the mass, one of the knights of columbus played his bagpipes, and it was so awesome. i don't think i've ever experienced it like that, first-hand. sometime during the mass, i looked down at my grandparents and they were holding hands. it made me smile.

i go through album stages:
june/july = hail to the thief
august = day i forgot/ten
september = louder than bombs/thirteenth step

i went to the salvation army a couple weeks ago, and splurged on old cassette tapes. while i was in line at the register, there was a mother holding her baby behind me, and the child's eyes lit up when i looked at her. i smiled and she got that huge, tooth-less baby grin on her face and started stuttering out babble. then she started saying, "da da!" um, maybe the child's father has long hair?

i had a great time on friday night. seeing everyone back from college was nice. if only danielle had come with us to coney island! but she escaped early. however, i had a most spectacular time talking with everyone else and catching up on "times past." later in the night, we all sorta broke off, and people went home and stuff, but i stayed with rachelle and jackie. they convinced me to eat a melting moments ice cream cookie sandwich... which was a terrible idea. never will i do it again. but it was a fun time nonetheless.

it's getting dark out earlier and earlier every night. it's crisp and cool, leaves are changing color, and it smells like fall is upon us. i love it. what a great world it is, when the seasons change and bring such beautiful variety to nature.

last night i watched this A&E concert series thing, featuring paul mccartney live in moscow. it was amazing how many people came to see him. the crowd never ended, it was just masses of people, everywhere. he played a bunch of his beatles songs and he sounded great. but besides the actual concert, the show consisted of interviews with russian musicians and politicians who had to live through the communist times when westernized music (like the beatles) was outlawed in russia, and they were all so excited when they were finally able to buy the beatle albums. there were also clips of paul walking through cities in russia, going to run-down schools with under-privledged students, and talking to the kids, listening to them play music. he seems so down-to-earth, and he even said that the reason people like the beatles so much is because they weren't god-like at all, they were normal people, just like their fans. for some reason, i can't see some jack ass like eminem or puff daddy doing the same thing. they'd be too busy showing off their "crib" on mtv. that's why i like bands like the beatles so much. that's why i can't stand the music we have nowadays. but i'm gonna save that rant for another entry. i have things brewing in my head all about our assinine culture, and soon i'm gonna open up like a faucet and let it all flow out on paper. just give me a couple days. i'm excited. are you?

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cowboy67

:: 2003 28 September :: 6.17pm
:: Mood: groggy
:: Music: simon and garfunkel

april come she will
i was listening to this song today and because i really like it, i decided to post the lyrics.

april, come she will
when streams are ripe and swelled with rain
may, she will stay
resting in my arms again

june, she'll change her tune
in restless walks she'll prowl the night
july, she will fly
and give no warning to her flight

august, die she must
the autumn winds blow chilly and cold
september, i'll remember
a love, once new, has now grown old

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buttercup954

:: 2003 26 September :: 3.57pm
:: Mood: blah

yea so i've been slacking on updates. who cares!

the song for today is: misty mountain hop by led zeppelin

Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
"Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?"
And you know how it is;
I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh,
So I asked them if I could stay awhile.

I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really,
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
"Please, hey, would we care to all get in line,
Get in line."
Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.

Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not trying to fight it.
You really don't care if they're coming, oh, oh,
I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh.

If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now.
So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
I really don't know.

oh yea, no reason i picked that song either. besides that i just like it and listened to it today.

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buttercup954

:: 2003 24 September :: 10.48pm
:: Mood: hmm.... angry, annoyed, pissed, etc.

david bowie - changes
there is no song today! unless it's "your parents suck"

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cowboy67

:: 2003 24 September :: 9.51pm
:: Mood: dorky
:: Music: the beatles - lovely rita

give us a wink and make me think of you
i'm such a wuss!! why can't i just talk to this person?! bah!!! someone give me some balls!

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cowboy67

:: 2003 24 September :: 8.30pm

"it's cool... but sort of limiting at the same time. sometimes it's less of a creative outlet and more of a job. you feel like you have to update for your fans... it's weird and sick."

- yours truly, on having an online journal.

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cowboy67

:: 2003 24 September :: 4.19pm

i got in a car accident. :-(

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cowboy67

:: 2003 24 September :: 11.55am
:: Music: radiohead

phew... for a minute, i lost myself
an email from nicole:

i had to send a random email to check something out. so just disreguard this, it has no purpose to you.

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