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    The Other Side Of The Street

    New York Liberals that aren't all that bad
    (for NY Libs)
    The name say it all
    (Pissed Liberals)
    Luna Kitten
    See? I told you I had a liberal friend!!!

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    The Wide Awakes

    80% anger
    20% regret



    You can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace,
    Drag my name all over the place,
    I don't care anymore,
    You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in,
    But you won't catch me crying cos I can't win
    I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore.

    I don't care what you say,
    I don't play the same games you play.

    Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends,
    And it seems to me there's a means to an end,
    They don't care anymore,
    And as for me I can sit here and bide my time,
    I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind,
    I don't care anymore, no I don't care anymore.

    I don't care what you say,
    We never played by the same rules anyway,
    I won't be there anymore,
    Get out of my way
    , let me by,
    I got better things to do with my time.

    I don't care anymore,
    I don't care anymore,
    I don't care anymore,
    I don't care anymore.

    Well I don't care now what you say,
    Cos everyday,
    I'm feeling fine with myself,
    And I don't care now what you say, hey,
    Hey I'll do alright by myself, cos I know.


    Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard,
    But you laughed in my face holding all the cards,
    I don't care anymore,
    Well I really ain't bothered what you think of me,
    Cos all I want of you is just let me be, I don't care anymore,
    Do you hear I don't care no more.

    I don't care what you say,
    I never did believe you much anyway,
    I won't be there anymore,
    So get out of my way, let me by,
    I got better things to do with my time.

    I don't care anymore,
    Do you hear I don't care anymore,
    I don't care no more,
    I know somebody and they cry for you.
    They lie awake at night and dream of you.
    I bet you never even know they do, but somebody's crying.
    I know somebody and they called your name.
    A million times and still you never came.
    They go on loving you just the same, I know that somebody's trying.

    So please, return the love you took from me.
    Or please, let me know if it can't be me, I know when,
    Somebody's lying, I know when somebody's lying.
    I know that somebody's lying, I know that somebody's lying.
    Give me a sign and let me know we're through.
    If you don't love me like I love you.
    But if you cry at night the way I do I'll know that somebody's lying.
    So please, return the love you took from me.
    Or please, let me know if it can't be me.
    I know when somebody's lying, I know when somebody's lying.



    We might kiss when we are alone
    When nobody's watching
    We might take it home
    We might make out when nobody's there
    It's not that we're scared
    It's just that it's delicate

    So why'd you fill my sorrows
    With the words you've borrowed
    From the only place you've known
    And why'd ya sing aleluia
    If it means nothing to you
    Why'd you sing with me at all?


    We might live like never before
    When there's nothing to give
    Well how can we ask for more
    We might make love in some sacred place
    The look on your face is delicate

    So why'd you fill my sorrow
    With the words you've borrowed
    From the only place that you've known
    And why'd you sing aleluia
    If it means nothing to you
    Why'd you sing with me at all?


    And why'd you fill my sorrows
    With the words you've borrowed
    From the only place that you've known
    Why'd you sing Hallelujah
    If it means nothing to you
    Why'd you sing with me at all?
    Kender is back, 100%, no BS...all is well.....thanks for everything.
    You have your freedom

    You have your freedom says Uncle Sam
    to do as you are told
    From where to drive to where to park
    and how you can grow old
    We regulate the food you eat
    how you can live and die
    And go to school and congregate,
    the waters and the sky
    We have the best in mind for you
    we know what's good in life
    The huddled masses have no clue
    so let us end your strife
    We'll hand out things like free health care,
    education and job training
    We'll even give out umber-ella's
    for days that it is raining
    We know the things we legislate
    aren't in the constitution
    But all our plans to keep you well
    will soon come to fruition
    When BHO is sitting in
    the Not so White House Chair
    He'll mandate things that take away
    those pesky little layers
    Of freedom that you still possess
    to do things as you please
    And we will own your unwashed ass
    from birth to death you see
    We hate to do it that's for sure
    it's lot of work for us
    To ride in limo's telling you
    to just go ride the bus
    But you must listen to our rules
    our laws and edicts too
    Our regulations and the drivel
    which we always spew
    We know what's best so just shut up
    and go with our big plan
    To give you everything you need
    from our abundant land
    The taxes that you pay today
    will feed you on the morrow
    You'll feel a great relief you see
    and not one bit of sorrow
    Freedom's over rated now
    so do us all a favor
    Quit complaining that we steal
    the fruits of all your labor
    If we don't take away the cash
    you work so hard to get
    How can we take care of all
    the hordes of lazy shits
    Who vote for us and sit around
    Collecting welfare money
    We think your stingy attitude
    is not one damned bit funny
    So vote for us at election time
    we know just where it's at
    We are freedoms worst nightmare
    we are the democrats
    Can you see yourself in these words?

    A heart must heal in solitude

    The falseness of carnal delights

    Deny the hearts redemption

    Manipulation of fear

    Will deny truths

    You must hear

    A heart must heal in solitude

    It must be left alone

    To wither, melt

    To know rebirth

    To grow into its own
    By Rush;

    Fitting at the moment.



    If we burn our wings
    Flying too close to the sun
    If the moment of glory
    Is over before it's begun
    If the dream is won
    Though everything is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost

    When the dust has cleared
    And victory denied
    A summit too lofty
    River a little too wide
    If we keep our pride
    Though paradise is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost

    And if the music stops
    There's only the sound of the rain
    All the hope and glory
    All the sacrifice in vain
    [And] if love remains
    Though everything is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost


    Funny how perfection just falls into your lap....
    People often ask me if the flurble in my girdle is natural. Those
    that know me well know the flurble is actually a hand me down from my
    neighbor that was a missionary to the heathen tribes in brooklyn, NY,
    but that it is all natural....after all, who would want to wear an
    artificial flurble in a girdle while hurdling? Everyone knows the
    artificial ones bind on the downswing.

    Use this option if you do not have an audio out port or can not
    reach your audio out port. Plug the Power Microphone into the port
    labeled "Audio"on the back of the transmitter and Velcro the other
    end (round) in the center of the television speaker. Set the TV
    volume to low or normal level so the Power Microphone can pick up
    the sound leaving your television's speaker,process it through the
    transmitter,and send it to the TV Ears headset.

    Application Procedures: Interested applicants should submit a letter of application and resume. Applicants should be prepared to submit three letters of recommendation and a transcript upon request. Review of applications will begin on October 16, 2006 and continue until an appointment is made.

    Nevertheless, aligning the seams is just the first step. If the bobbin shreds the cotton, you ought to check if the dryer has snarled the seam ripper. When the steam reaches the rotary cutter, you ought to fold it carefully, making certain the templates are in alignment. Now, tilt the iron and clean the lint out of the thread tension - but don't forget that the seam must be ruched carefully and completely if it is to be warped. *NEVER* press the patch to the spool, unless you have made sure that the scissors will match the raw ends together.

    When the soup is glowing, cut it with the sawzall and then use a zig-zag pattern to attach the flower. This will activate the aurora, then the cockroach will vacuum up the skyscraper. Of course, if the table wants to speak off the cuff, I'm sure that the humuhumunukunukuapua'a will fornicate in Brazil. Felines, naturally, fart in unison, but that does not negate the idiosyncratic intention of the Hufflepuff. You need to hallucinate that the atmosphere is, in all its parts, partially clothed in ferns; but the conclusion is inevitably wrong, especially if the chorus of zebras drives to the movies.


    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for all the joy and pain.
    Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we'd meet,
    Second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet.

    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Save those lies, Darling don't explain.
    I recall, Central Park in fall.
    How you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess.
    That's not all.

    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane.
    I can see, hearts carved on a tree.
    Letters inter-twined, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine.

    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for seeing me again.
    Though we go on our seperate ways,
    Still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen.

    Danke Schoen, Oh Darling, Danke Schoen.
    I said, Thank you for seeing me again.
    Though we go- on our separate ways,
    Still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen.

    Danke Schoen, Auf Wiedersehn, Danke Schoen
    fuggle bartnoaal creechekiitu ssays tyhe monster ni my head. His nbame is flaxnjojo buttermug the thrid......the worldis spiininhg like atop

    ripples of guilt
    Subdued by carnal exhaustion
    We grew up way too fast
    we blazed a trail and left a path marked for the past to follow
    We ran full speed thru the fields
    Thru the poppys and the then rose colored moments time revealed

    Under the sun we felt the heat
    under the microscope we'd see beneath the surface level lies
    We'd toss and turn until we fell asleep
    and I'm trying hard to wake up
    to open up my eyes.

    I've been over and over this how
    can there be ten thousand things still left to figure out?
    Deep into the darkness you retreated
    All the time that we spend and the shit that we went
    on and on and on about
    left me feeling lonely and defeated.

    I guess I was drawn to you
    you carried me away
    took me to another place and left me there
    Do you remember what you said
    all those promises that you forgot to keep

    Tell me now about a new way out
    tell me about all that your thinking
    Talk to me, just talk to me
    don't shut me out
    Don't make this any harder than it has to be
    Just walk away.

    I've been over and over this how
    can there be ten thousand things still left to figure out?
    Deep into the darkness you retreated
    All the time that we spend and the shit that we went
    on and on and on about
    left me feeling lonely and defeated.

    But I'm not gonna let all the shit that we went
    on about bring me down
    I'm gonna rise up strong and never be defeated
    I'm gonna rise up strong and never be defeated

    By Brian Travis
    My heart is free
    Again
    My heart is hard
    Once more
    I am worthy
    Again
    She is not
    Anymore
    I wanna dance, I wanna sing
    I wanna write some real nasty things
    I am free of her memory, my heart sails once more
    I took her sweet love shoved it right out the door
    Onward and upward to much better things
    Cuz it's time to dance
    Time to laugh
    Time to sing
    I dreamt of sunny afternoons
    Spent wrapped within your arms
    I dreamt of jet black winter nights
    The focus of your charms
    I dreamt of verdant springtime morns
    With you beside me, love
    I dreamt of loving smiles and hands
    As gentle as a dove
    I dreamt I was your sun, my love
    My Luna you remain
    I dreamt my heart had not been torn
    My love was not a stain
    I dreamt our love had carried on
    We'd never grown apart
    I dreamt it all tucked deep within
    My sorry broken heart.
    ...without hating them?

    Answer me that and you win gratitude....what do you do when your muse has flown?

    How do you move on when you are incomplete, empty and have a cavernous hole in your soul?

    People aren't like cars...you shouldn't be able to replace them so easily....

    and how does love die?

    the crew in my head is having a great debate.....and I sit and listen in and wonder why they all won't just go get jobs and shut up.
    The future is just the past that hasn't happened yet....BT, thanks for the insight, the words and the friendship....time to burn down everything, start all over, make it right.
    Searching for myself
    In the depths of my mind
    Where ghosts roam free
    From auld lang syne
    Whispers of the past
    Clash
    With future paths
    Open, teasing
    Promises heralded
    Of ghosts unborn
    Roads untraveled
    Loves unmet
    And yet
    And yet
    I am not to be found
    Within my mind
    No trace of me
    In my heart I find
    I am not lost
    I am not found
    It's to another heart
    I'm bound
    Let me free
    Let me be
    I must again
    Discover me...
    why must women be so two faced?

    and why does betrayal hurt so much?
    The song by Staind called Believe seem way too apropo for my life right now. Many thanks to my little brother Jon for turning me onto it.

    Gotta go to Vegas Faire. Amblefolke will be there which means I will have improv artists worthy of playing with. I have several new and completely original gigs planned for this year. I think my favorite will either be Serenade Me (also called Concerto is Duh Minor) or Don't leave Me Dear. If you want to know what they are you'll just have to come to faire and catch them being performed.

    Life's a funny thing. Just when you think you may have a hold of it it tosses you a curve ball that twists your eyeballs around and leaves you spinning in circles. Somehow no matter how hard I try I just don't get women. Someone once told me a certain girl was a control freak and she hated not being able to control people and situations in her life. I didn't see it until I knew her for a few years and finally had a chance to be around her. I don't understand that drive to control everything around you. Maybe if people worked on their life and left the world to others the world would be a better place.

    Windows vista sux. The only thing it would be good for is sending to gitmo and forcing prisoners to try to boot up. Then again if the leftists complain about waterboarding they would really flip if we did that.

    Sometimes I think Whiskey Lullaby is not as sad as the song seems. Maybe retreating into a bottle isn't so bad. The first line, "She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette" is powerful. I know how that midnight cigarette feels.

    Hope comes from within.

    What happens when hope has fled? Where does it come from then? Is it like a flower and regrows with TLC and time? Or is it a finite resource and when it's gone it's gone? I know they say hope springs eternal, but I am thinking my spring ahs run dry.

    I guess time will tell.

    Repression leads to depression.

    I may trademark that phrase, it's that good, but I think only myself and one other person would get what I mean by it. What would you mean by it?

    Blinded by the Light by Manfred Manns Earth Band is perhaps the silliest song ever written. And one of the catchiest too.

    Lost love sings bug me.....when you don't need 'em they are just noise and when you do it's spooky to have life reflections coming from a radio speaker.

    If you spend one damned minute trying to understand what comes out of a womans mouth you spend another minute trying to recover from it so you lose two minutes of your life in useless pursuits. Your time is better spent picking your nose or cleaning your ears with someone else's keys. Conversations with females should be limited to what you want to eat, what time YOU will be ready to leave to be somewhere or how nekked you want them to be when you decide to come home.

    Nuff siad for now...be back monday night.
    Standing alone...
    On a rooftop in the city...
    Quiet and brooding
    Life changes wash over me....
    Like moonlight through the fog
    Hazy and damp....
    Love lost friends found
    Soul burning down
    Like an uncovered lamp...
    The road in life is jarring
    And it only leads to hell...
    When the heart is broke and lonely
    And you can hear death's lonely knell...
    Arising like a phoenix
    From the ashes of my life...
    I await the dawn
    With bated breath
    To face again the strife...
    I shall not be defeated
    In victory I shall cry...
    A lonely howl to heavens doors
    I shall never die