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Posted by kid_A on July 26, 2001, at 9:30:22
Here I was gliding allong on a antagonist dopamine calm blue sea, just coasting really, just nodding on the black line, waiting for the welcome message, waiting for hale bopp... Why do you say what you say, why did you say, what is that, what do you say, how calm was i, how complacent and doped up on dreams of being well, unknown against my vast resources of desire, against a well of feeling that i had for you, dragging heels and eyelids closed, and now your voice is in my ear, reminding me, how close to the end, why did you need to say, and it all fell through cracks in the sky, deep blue, electric blue, jazz blue, jazz june, indignant, disapointed (oh what is new, and do you really know me, after all), why do you remind me what it means to be alone, and how can we speak face to face, (lewis, i owe you one), till we have faces, and who am i, a solo star in a binary system, what is that you say, how long have i been sleeping, and what does this mean, and what do words mean, and how long have i been dreaming, in dreams we see ourselves as we truly are, and what do dreams mean, in dreams we die a little, and god love the dreamer, saw nightmares, saw soulless armies marching for war, saw nightingales gliding in the dark, diving to their ends towards the endless calm of your black window eyes, saw telephones and horror, saw nightmares and ignorance, saw choking colonial timebomb apartheid, saw mothers who had drowned their young only to spare them from starvation, saw the killing fields, saw endless waves of light, saw space bending at your will, gravity crushed by the thought of being close, saw whole systems shut down, stars turn off, the sky: starless and bible black, saw emptiness and openness, saw the trouble with being born, and how do you say, and what do you mean, and i know i know i know i know, you are there, and i am here, and pigs will never fly.-(k_A) your resident amnesiac, your resident insomniac (2001)
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"How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
To be the one you needAwake again I can't pretend and I know I'm alone
And close to the end of the feeling we've known"-jackson browne "late for the sky" (1974)
Posted by Lorraine on July 26, 2001, at 10:20:45
In reply to Awake again I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone., posted by kid_A on July 26, 2001, at 9:30:22
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> Here I was gliding allong on a antagonist dopamine calm blue sea, just coasting really, just nodding on the black line, waiting for the welcome message, waiting for hale bopp... Why do you say what you say, why did you say, what is that, what do you say, how calm was i, how complacent and doped up on dreams of being well, unknown against my vast resources of desire, against a well of feeling that i had for you, dragging heels and eyelids closed, and now your voice is in my ear, reminding me, how close to the end, why did you need to say, and it all fell through cracks in the sky, deep blue, electric blue, jazz blue, jazz june, indignant, disapointed (oh what is new, and do you really know me, after all), why do you remind me what it means to be alone, and how can we speak face to face, (lewis, i owe you one), till we have faces, and who am i, a solo star in a binary system, what is that you say, how long have i been sleeping, and what does this mean, and what do words mean, and how long have i been dreaming, in dreams we see ourselves as we truly are, and what do dreams mean, in dreams we die a little, and god love the dreamer, saw nightmares, saw soulless armies marching for war, saw nightingales gliding in the dark, diving to their ends towards the endless calm of your black window eyes, saw telephones and horror, saw nightmares and ignorance, saw choking colonial timebomb apartheid, saw mothers who had drowned their young only to spare them from starvation, saw the killing fields, saw endless waves of light, saw space bending at your will, gravity crushed by the thought of being close, saw whole systems shut down, stars turn off, the sky: starless and bible black, saw emptiness and openness, saw the trouble with being born, and how do you say, and what do you mean, and i know i know i know i know, you are there, and i am here, and pigs will never fly.
>
> -(k_A) your resident amnesiac, your resident insomniac (2001)
>
> ~~~~~
>
> "How long have I been sleeping
> How long have I been drifting alone through the night
> How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
> If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
> To be the one you need
>
> Awake again I can't pretend and I know I'm alone
> And close to the end of the feeling we've known"
>
> -jackson browne "late for the sky" (1974)
Posted by dreamer on July 26, 2001, at 11:45:59
In reply to Re: Powerfully done eom. » kid_A, posted by Lorraine on July 26, 2001, at 10:20:45
> >
> > Here I was gliding allong on a antagonist dopamine calm blue sea, just coasting really, just nodding on the black line, waiting for the welcome message, waiting for hale bopp... Why do you say what you say, why did you say, what is that, what do you say, how calm was i, how complacent and doped up on dreams of being well, unknown against my vast resources of desire, against a well of feeling that i had for you, dragging heels and eyelids closed, and now your voice is in my ear, reminding me, how close to the end, why did you need to say, and it all fell through cracks in the sky, deep blue, electric blue, jazz blue, jazz june, indignant, disapointed (oh what is new, and do you really know me, after all), why do you remind me what it means to be alone, and how can we speak face to face, (lewis, i owe you one), till we have faces, and who am i, a solo star in a binary system, what is that you say, how long have i been sleeping, and what does this mean, and what do words mean, and how long have i been dreaming, in dreams we see ourselves as we truly are, and what do dreams mean, in dreams we die a little, and god love the dreamer, saw nightmares, saw soulless armies marching for war, saw nightingales gliding in the dark, diving to their ends towards the endless calm of your black window eyes, saw telephones and horror, saw nightmares and ignorance, saw choking colonial timebomb apartheid, saw mothers who had drowned their young only to spare them from starvation, saw the killing fields, saw endless waves of light, saw space bending at your will, gravity crushed by the thought of being close, saw whole systems shut down, stars turn off, the sky: starless and bible black, saw emptiness and openness, saw the trouble with being born, and how do you say, and what do you mean, and i know i know i know i know, you are there, and i am here, and pigs will never fly.
> >
> > -(k_A) your resident amnesiac, your resident insomniac (2001)
> >
> > ~~~~~
> >
> > "How long have I been sleeping
> > How long have I been drifting alone through the night
> > How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
> > If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
> > To be the one you need
> >
> > Awake again I can't pretend and I know I'm alone
> > And close to the end of the feeling we've known"
> >
> > -jackson browne "late for the sky" (1974)
Posted by Willow on July 26, 2001, at 12:56:23
In reply to Awake again I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone., posted by kid_A on July 26, 2001, at 9:30:22
Gees I hate it when I write a post then it's not here, by mistake I must be hitting the X button.
Kid A, I wanted to say you managed to put words to my feelings. Way to go ...
> Here I was gliding allong on a antagonist dopamine calm blue sea, just coasting really, just nodding on the black line, waiting for the welcome message, waiting for hale bopp... Why do you say what you say, why did you say, what is that, what do you say, how calm was i, how complacent and doped up on dreams of being well, unknown against my vast resources of desire, against a well of feeling that i had for you, dragging heels and eyelids closed, and now your voice is in my ear, reminding me, how close to the end, why did you need to say, and it all fell through cracks in the sky, deep blue, electric blue, jazz blue, jazz june, indignant, disapointed (oh what is new, and do you really know me, after all), why do you remind me what it means to be alone, and how can we speak face to face, (lewis, i owe you one), till we have faces, and who am i, a solo star in a binary system, what is that you say, how long have i been sleeping, and what does this mean, and what do words mean, and how long have i been dreaming, in dreams we see ourselves as we truly are, and what do dreams mean, in dreams we die a little, and god love the dreamer, saw nightmares, saw soulless armies marching for war, saw nightingales gliding in the dark, diving to their ends towards the endless calm of your black window eyes, saw telephones and horror, saw nightmares and ignorance, saw choking colonial timebomb apartheid, saw mothers who had drowned their young only to spare them from starvation, saw the killing fields, saw endless waves of light, saw space bending at your will, gravity crushed by the thought of being close, saw whole systems shut down, stars turn off, the sky: starless and bible black, saw emptiness and openness, saw the trouble with being born, and how do you say, and what do you mean, and i know i know i know i know, you are there, and i am here, and pigs will never fly.
>
> -(k_A) your resident amnesiac, your resident insomniac (2001)
Posted by sar on July 26, 2001, at 14:33:38
In reply to Re: Awake again I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone., posted by Willow on July 26, 2001, at 12:56:23
full, dense, beautiful. unfortunate.
at least you can write your ass off, babe.
sar
Posted by kid_A on July 26, 2001, at 20:15:21
In reply to Re: Awake again I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone., posted by sar on July 26, 2001, at 14:33:38
> full, dense, beautiful. unfortunate.
>
> at least you can write your ass off, babe.
>
> sarnow, if only words could hold you close at night...
k_A
Posted by lissa on July 27, 2001, at 0:18:59
In reply to Awake again I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone., posted by kid_A on July 26, 2001, at 9:30:22
(lewis, i owe you one)
??
lissa
Posted by kid_A on July 27, 2001, at 7:02:20
In reply to just curious ..., posted by lissa on July 27, 2001, at 0:18:59
> (lewis, i owe you one)
>
> ??
>
> lissaI steal a line from the book "Till we Have Faces": "How can we meet them face to face, till we have faces" the author, C.S. Lewis, Im giving him a nod, so that Im not being totally plageristic... :)
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