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(look at that alliteration)


i gotta find peace of mind.
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I gotta find peace of mind
I know another cord...
I gotta find peace of mind
See, this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace of mind...
I gotta find peace of mind, I gotta find peace of mind
He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible
He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible
He says there's no me without him, please help me forget about him
He takes all my energy, trapped in my memory
Constantly holding me, constantly holding me
I need to tell you all, all the pain he's caused, mmmm
I need to tell I'm, I'm undone because, mmmm
He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible
He says it's impossible without him, but I know it's possible
To finally be in love, and know the real meaning of
A lasting relationship, not based on ownership
I trust every part of you, cuz all that I... All that you say you do
You love me despite myself, sometimes I fight myself
I just can't believe that you, would have anything to do
With someone so insecure, someone so immature
Oh you inspire me, to be the higher me
You made my desire pure, you made my desire pure
Just tell me what to say, I can't find the words to say
Please don't be mad with me, I have no identity
All that I've known is gone, all I was building on
I don't wanna walk with you, how do I talk to you
Touch my mouth with your hands, touch my mouth with your hands
Oh I wanna understand, the meaning of your embrace
I know now I have to face, the temptations of my past
Please don't let me disgrace, where my devotion lays
Now that I know the truth, now that it's no excuse
Keeping me from your love, what was I thinking of?
Holding me from your love, what was I thinking of?
You are my peace of mind, that old me is left behind
You are my peace of mind, that old me is left behind
He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible
He says it's improbable, but I know it's tangeable
He says it's not grabbable, but I know it's haveable
Cuz anything's possible, oh anything is possible
Please come free my mind, please come meet my mind
Can you see my mind, oh
Won't you come free my mind?
Oh I know it's possible
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, yeeey
Anything, anything, anything, anything, yeeey
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, yeeey
Oh free! Free, free, free your mind
Free, free your mind... free, free your mind
Free, free, free, free your mind
Oh, it's so possible, oh it's so possible
I'm telling you it's possible, I'm telling you it's possible
Free, free... free, free... free, free... get free now
Free, free... free, free, free, free... free, free
You're my peace of mind, that old me is left behind
You're my peace of mind, you're my peace of mind
He's my peace of mind, he's my peace of mind
He's my peace of mind, he's my peace of mind
What a joy it is to be alive
To get another chance, yeah
Everyday's another chance
To get it right this time
Everyday's another chance
Oh what a merciful, merciful, merciful God
Oh what a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful God

4am
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please tell me how somehow, amidst majoring in music and appreciating all that music has done for my perspective on the world, i have lost touch with it. like the original kinds of music that spoke to me. real communication, a real understanding sent from across the speakers to my ears and somewhere else we never really know what to call. how could i forget it? how could i forget the hours and hours spent listening. not acknowledging or collecting or parading around, but spent actually listening. that's almost gone out of style now. it's like all we do now is put our music on ipods and look at how pretty our collection looks, and in the meantime we forget why we ever loved the selection to begin with. i say we. but i'm just talking about me.

if i dont make it known that i've loved you all along, just like sunny days that we ignore because we're all dumb and jaded, and i hope i figure out what's wrong.

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Oh, Timing,

how you mock me.

i can feel the future.
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This is..
What is..
What if you..
Don't get it like I...
Want you to?

So roll the dice
And there goes my
Rule number 2
So roll the dice
And don't ask why
Just keep followin' me
Cuz I'm followin' you

If she stays with you then you were right
It's still here when she's gone, you're not wrong,
And though stand with this rain on my back
But it feels so damn good
To belong...

This is
What I
Think I need
These big fat feelings
They hurt my cheek

So roll the dice
And there goes my
Rule Number 2
Yeah...
Roll the dice
And don't ask why
Just keep eating the food

And if she stays with you then you were right
It's still here when she's gone, you're not wrong
And though I stand with this rain on my back
An' it feels so damn good
To belong...

Rule number 2
Don't be a fool
Rule number 3
Get up off your knees
Rule number 4
Open the door
Rule number 5
Keep it alive
Rule number 6
Don't be a wicks
And rule number 8
Don't leave it too late
Rule number 9
Just take your time
Rule number 1
Carpé diem...

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It's like I'm living in a painting and, everything I see is dramatically colorful, like everything has this new beauty in block shades influenced only by these big, fat emotions that sit somewhere between my chest and my belly button. Everything sits in its old place but has this new definition in the world, which has strinkingly increased in its kofkaesque..ness with each new day. When time had felt almost paralyzed with opportunity and change, things were really rushing with intense momentum to the surface and now it has all splotched out like blobs of acrylic on the wall. And it really should be beautiful. It really should. So I will try and see it that way.

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He can move the Mountains.
My God is mighty to save.

so it's looking like a song a day...
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oh, this has got to die.
oh, this has got to stop.
this has got to lie down, with someone else on top.
you can keep me pinned- 'cause it's easier to tease.
but you can't paint an elephant quite as good as she.

and she may cry...
like a baby.
and she may drive me crazy...
'cause I am, lately, lonely.
So, why'd you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch?
The pillow in your pillow case is easier to touch?
Well when you think you've sinned,
do you fall upon your knees?
Or when you sit within your picture,
do you still forget the breeze?

And she may rise...
if I sing you down.
And she may wise....ly cling to the ground.
'cause I am, lately, horny.
So why would she take me,
horny?

Oh.

What's the point of this song? Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well I could throw it out, and I could live without.
And I could do it all for you
I could be strong.
Tell me if you want me to lie
'Cause this has got to die!

This has got to stop.
This has got to lie down, down
With someone else on top.

You can both keep me pinned
'Cause it's easier to tease
But you can't make me happy
Quite as good as me.

Well you know that's a lie..

the last match.
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The summer before my senior year of highschool, I was still hung up on the same guy I had frivolously "loved" since freshman year. I was suddenly struck with a linear understanding of time in its most tragic sense, that I had merely nine more months with him before I'd probably never see him again, or get another chance to tell him how much I felt for him. In all this silly teenage angst, which really never goes away, I wrote a song on my dad's old yamaha guitar from the 70s. The words are pretty clever, in my hummmble opinion, with its analogy of sports/gambling to the risk of regret, set to a pretty simple chord progression, with a nice little bridge and everything. I played and played it until the catharis had taken its course. The year went by, I ended up with a totally different guy, and I never to this day told him how much I had liked him. Not too much of a surprise. Not many people actually tell the guy. And I had totally forgotten about this song until a few weeks, when all-of-the-sudden the words were absolutely perfect for someone new. And I've been playing it and playing and the catharsis has yet to take place, but I'm praying to God he'll take it away. What I'm left wondering is... will this too go without Vanessa being honest with herself and the people who deserve to know the truth? Will these feelings one day fizzle away unconcluded until another time when the song will find a new meaning in some other venue of life? In my darkchocolate-covered fortune cookie tonight, it says, "Oftentimes the value of a good friend isn't realized until that friend is lost- don't wait!" Which is such a funny word choice because I've been contemplating the term 'wait' all day, and how that's all I can do. Any more effort and I'm pretty sure I'd make things even worse than they are. I have to give it all up to God, and in the mean time play this goshdarned song as much as possible.

ooooh the double entendres.
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I am in a stage of life where all I can say to represent my feelings is play a song. A song written by someone else, most of the time. And whether it's literal or metaphorical, there is always a song perfect for your emotion, no matter how grey it is.

I held you like lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
and we ignored our others' happy plans for the delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened hurting parts of your garden
with no room for a pardon
in a place where no one knows what we have done.

Do you come together, ever, with her?
Is she dark enough? Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is she bold enough to talk you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does she drive you wild??.. or just, mildly free?
What about me?

Well you help me like a lover.
Sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place.
And we used cushions to cover happy glands in the mild issue of our disgrace.
Our minds pressed in guard, while our flesh disregarded the lack of space
for the light-hearted in the boom that beats our drum.

And I know I make you cry...
I know sometimes you want to die!
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free. If not, leave her for me.
Before one of us has an accidental baby... for we are in love.

Do youuuu come together, ever, with her?
Is she dark enough? ...Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
..Do you miss my smell?
Is she bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does she drive you wild?
orrr just mildly free?

What about me? What about me?

sono italiana
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Mi domando quanto tempo posso tenere questo segreto all'interno.

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