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    dotsJournal: Engine Driverdots
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    Mood: Depressed

    The Engine Driver- The Decemberists

    I'm an engine driver
    On a long run, on a long run
    Would I work beside her
    She's a long one, such a long one

    And if you don't love me let me go
    And if you don't love me let me go

    I'm a country lineman
    On a high line, on a high line
    So will be my grandson
    There are powerlines in our bloodlines

    And if you don't love me let me go
    And if you don't love me let me go

    And I am a writer, writer of fictions
    I am the heart that you call home
    And I've written pages upon pages
    Trying to rid you from my bones
    My bones
    My bones

    I'm a money lender
    I have fortunes upon fortunes
    Take my hand for tender
    I am tortured, ever tortured

    And if you don't love me let me go
    And if you don't love me let me go

    And I am a writer, writer of fictions
    I am the heart that you call home
    And I've written pages upon pages
    Trying to rid you from my bones
    I am a writer, I am all that you have home
    Home
    And I've written pages upon pages
    Trying to rid you from my bones
    My bones
    My bones

    ...Created 2005-04-11 20:33:17

    dotsJournal: 3 Librasdots
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    Mood: Depressed

    Threw you the obvious
    And you flew with it on your back
    A name in your recollection
    Down among a million, say:
    Difficult enough to feel a little bit
    Disappointed, passed over.
    When I've looked right through,
    To see you naked and oblivious
    and you don't see me

    Well I threw you the obvious,
    Just to see if there's more behind the
    Eyes of a fallen angel,
    Eyes of a tragedy.

    Here I am expecting just a little bit
    Too much from the wounded
    But I see,
    See through it all,
    See through,
    And see you.

    So I threw you the obvious
    Do you see what occurs behind the
    Eyes of a fallen angel
    Eyes of a tragedy

    Well, oh well..

    Apparently nothing.
    Apparently nothing at all.

    You don't
    You don't
    You don't see me
    You don't
    You don't
    You don't see me
    You don't
    You don't
    You don't see me
    You don't
    You don't
    You don't see me at all

    ...Created 2005-04-11 03:20:53

    dotsJournal: Decemberistsdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Here are two songs that I enjoy (out of quite alot) by The Decemberists....their lyrics inspire me....

    Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect

    And here I dreamt I was a soldier
    And I marched the streets of Birkenau
    And I recall in spring
    The perfume that the air would bring
    To the indolent town
    Where the barkers call the moon down
    The carnival was ringing loudly now
    And just to lay with you
    There's nothing that I wouldn't do
    Save lay my rifle down

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    Alright, itís ok, guess it's better to turn this way

    And I am nothing of a builder
    But here I dreamt I was an architect
    And I built this balustrade
    To keep you home, to keep you safe
    From the outside world
    But the angles and the corners,
    Even though my work is unparalleled,
    They never seemed to meet
    This structure fell about our feet
    And we were free to go

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    Alright, ok, guess it's better to turn this way

    And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
    I will be buried with my marionettes
    Countess and courtesan
    Will fall beneath my tender hand
    When their husbands were not around
    But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
    Or are you furrowed like a lioness
    And we are vagabonds
    We travel without seatbelts on
    We live this close to death

    And try one, and try two
    I guess it always comes down to
    Alright, itís ok, guess it's better to turn this
    But I won, so you lose
    Guess it always comes down to
    Alright, itís ok, guess it's better to turn this way



    A Cautionary Song

    there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
    through the lights of beacon street
    and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping,
    cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats
    and she's standing in the harbor and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
    see how they approach

    with dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
    a gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
    and they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
    and she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck

    and so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
    'til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions and their opinions

    and they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
    and they throw her dirty dollars and return her to the habor where she goes to bed
    and this is how your fed

    so be kind to your mother
    though she may seem an awful bother
    and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens
    remember what she does when you're asleep

    ...Created 2005-04-10 02:18:09

    dotsJournal: SADdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    *sigh*......

    ...Created 2005-04-10 02:11:56

    dotsJournal: Do Da Do Dadots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    Diddy Diddy Dum Dum....Well I am at work bored as hell...alone....depressed(as always).....I was looking in the catalog for possible occupations I can pursue... I have no fucking clue what I am going to do with my life, I have no real talents, I know how to annoy people and piss them off....maybe I can be a telemarketer or a bill collector??? Maybe a car saleswoman.....I am slightly interested in nursing but I dont have the motivation....ok enough with the bum talk...I have been having these weird dreams lately they seem so real when I am sleeping, but any person in their right mind would know that they are too weird to be real....In one dream it rained right by where I live and I went fishing in the puddles down the dip...everytime I would catch a catfish I would put it to the side and it would turn into a creepy looking horse that gallops or walks off in the weirdest way...one time a pink blind catfish turned into a pink blind horse that went walking slowly down a road and a car went driving by and deliberately runs the horse over I didn't feel the slightest bit of sadness.... the last fish my dad caught before I woke up turned into a twin of himself....he said "That is it, I am finally finished. I have found what I have spent my entire life looking for....myself and now I must die." That is when I woke up.....crazy ass dream...... In another dream my pet turtle whom is actually the size of the palm of my hand was bigger and she was trying to dig and find something but she wanted me to dig so she started yelping like a puppy (come on what kind of turtle does that?) I started digging and I found a heart and it had Travis's nametag on it O_o.... it had a message "If anyone shall find this heart please return it to it's rightful owner." ....Right then I woke up again....In another dream I was a McDonalds frenchfry and a fat guy was trying to pick me up and eat me...I was hopping away from his drool and fat finger when suddenly I fall into a pool of ketchup.... I couldn't swim and the fat guy picked me up and took a bite....thats when I woke up again..........man I must be on something to have these dreams.....I miss my Travis.....:(

    ...Created 2005-04-06 13:49:23

    dotsJournal: This Song :(dots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Sniffle...

    Bowl of Oranges-Bright Eyes
    this song....shows how I feel sometimes....

    The rain it started tappin'
    On the window near my bed
    There was a loophole in my dreamin'
    So I got out of it
    And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
    Just my nightstand and my dresser
    Where those nightmares had just been

    So I dressed myself and left then
    Out into the gray streets
    But everything seemed different
    And completely new to me
    The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
    And each person I encountered
    I couldn't wait to meet

    And I came upon a doctor
    Who appeared in quite poor health
    I said there's nothing that I can do for you you can't do for yourself
    He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help
    So I sat with him awhile
    Then I asked him how he felt

    He said I think I'm cured
    No, in fact, I'm sure of it
    Thank you, stranger
    For your therapeutic smile

    So that's how I learned the lesson
    That everyone's alone
    And your eyes must do some raining
    If you're ever gonna grow
    And when crying don't help
    You can't compose yourself
    It's best to compose a poem
    An honest verse of longing
    Or a simple song of hope

    That's why I'm singing baby don't worry
    'Cause now I got your back
    And every time you feel like crying
    I'm gonna try and make you laugh
    And if I can't
    If it just hurts too bad
    Then we'll wait for it to pass
    And I will keep you company for those days so long and black

    And we'll keep working on the problem
    We know we'll never solve
    Of love's uneven remainders
    Our lives are fractions of a whole
    But if the world could remain within a frame
    Like a painting on a wall
    Then I think we'd see the beauty then
    We'd stand staring in awe

    At our still lives posed
    Like a bowl of oranges
    Like a story told
    By the fault-lines and the soil

    ...Created 2005-03-20 14:58:44

    dotsJournal: *sigh*dots
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    Mood: Depressed

    Well, I have been having a bad couple of days based on things that have happened...I wish that the book of life had answers in the back....

    ...Created 2005-03-18 11:30:20

    dotsJournal: SammySuedots
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    Mood: Sick

    Well, I have decided to join this entertaining site, the writers here seem to have great talent.....I hope that my writing wont be too boring...:P

    ...Created 2005-03-17 11:40:48

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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