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"Funeral Blues/Stop All the Clocks"

Sat Dec 26, 2009, 6:19 PM
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put on crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


-W. H. Auden







Clubs:
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  • Mood: Neutral
  • Watching: Ricky Gervais
  • Playing: Far Cry 2
  • Eating: Chips
  • Drinking: Water

"Unconditional Love"

Tue Dec 15, 2009, 8:55 PM
What y'all want?

Unconditional Love.

No doubt...
Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off
That don't fade
It'll last for all these crazy days,
These crazy nights...
Whether you wrong or you right
I'm gonna still love you,
Still feel you,
Still there for you,
No matter what


You will always be in my heart
With unconditional love

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness, before we see
It's hard to live this life without God,
So we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama why I got this urge to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
Before she could reply
For we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, showed cartoons in my living room
One day I hope to make it
A player in this game
Mama don't cry, long as we try
Maybe things change
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
A life where we don't need no welfare
Or ish with our whole family
Maybe it's me that caused it
The fighting and the hurting
In my room crying 'cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hug me
And I ain't worried about a damn thing
With unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

Just got the message you've been calling all week
Been out here hustling on these streets,
Ain't had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it's on G
We could never be enemies,
'Cause you been such a good friend to me
Where would I be without my dogs?
No wonder why when times get hard
'Cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission
Is to be more than just a rap musician
The elevation of today's generation
If could make 'em listen
Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to plan, strategize, my family's gotta eat
When we make something out of nothing
No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good
If they could cut out all the busting,
The liquor and the weed, the cussing
Sending love out to my block
The struggle never stops

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

I'll probably never understand your ways
With everyday I swear I hear you trying to change your ways
While getting paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes
Something inside, "please let me die"
These are strange times
How come I never made it?
Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart
I knew one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes,
So many vivid pictures,
And all the currency I'll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatters
'Cause after all the lights and screams
Nothing but my dreams matter
Hoping for better days
Maybe a peaceful night
Baby don't cry,
'Cause everything gonna be alright
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry bout a thing, baby girl
I'm a soldier
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that, unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love...


-2Pac







Clubs:
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  • Mood: Yearning
  • Listening to: Unconditional Love- 2Pac
  • Reading: Nothing, for the first time in a long time
  • Eating: Burgers
  • Drinking: Coke

Dreams of Scarface

Sun Nov 8, 2009, 10:20 AM
Had a crazy dream last night. After a sequence of events now too jumbled to be coherent, I was working for Tony Montana.

And I've yet to see the movie. Except for the much older version with Paul Muni. But I saw the newer version of Tony. The Al Pacino Tony.

It involved double-crossing, making deals about something or other, and a mortar. What was about to happen with the mortar was peculiar; it was probably an assault on some rival's mansion.

Once again, dreams prove more exhilarating than reality.







Clubs:
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  • Mood: Mesmerized
  • Listening to: The World is Yours- Nas
  • Reading: More Than Skin Deep- Loren Eskenazi
  • Watching: The Sky
  • Playing: Killing Floor
  • Eating: Slop
  • Drinking: Gatorade

"Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November&qu

Thu Nov 5, 2009, 3:07 PM
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, it was his intent
To blow up the King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was caught
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holla boys, holla boys, let the bells ring.
Holla boys, holla boys, God save the King!
And what should we do with him? Burn him!


-Unknown (Traditional English Rhyme)







Clubs:
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  • Mood: Depressed
  • Listening to: Runnin' (Dying to Live)- 2Pac, Biggie
  • Reading: Body Work- Debra Gimlin
  • Watching: The Sky
  • Playing: Killing Floor
  • Eating: Garlic Fries
  • Drinking: Sprite

"Vesti la Giubba"

Thu Oct 29, 2009, 9:38 AM
Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati!
Bah! sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se' Pagliaccio!

Vesti la giubba,
e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga, e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin t'invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto
in una smorfia il singhiozzo e 'l dolor, Ah!

Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!


-Ruggero Leoncavallo





English Translation:
To act! While out of my mind,
I no longer know what I say,
or what I do!
And yet it's necessary... make an effort!
Bah! Are you not a man?
You are Pagliaccio!

Put on your costume,
powder your face.
The people pay to be here, and they want to laugh.
And if Harlequin shall steal your Columbine,
laugh, Pagliaccio, so the crowd will cheer!
Turn your distress and tears into jest,
your pain and sobbing into a funny face - Ah!

Laugh, Pagliaccio,
at your broken love!
Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!








Clubs:
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  • Mood: Tearful
  • Listening to: Vesti la Giubba- Luciano Pavarotti
  • Reading: Bull I put on Paper for an Assignment
  • Watching: Myself About to Crash
  • Playing: Killing Floor
  • Eating: Cup noodles
  • Drinking: Powerade

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