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Burning Down The House

Talking Heads: Burning Down The House

Watch out you might get what you're after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight wait till the party's over
Hold tight We're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, Maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire

All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house

It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame

My house S'out of the ordinary
That's might Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect starring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire

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Life During Wartime

The Talking Heads: Life During Wartime

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.'s,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
headphones, ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I've changed my hairstyle so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say.

(What is this song about? Think about it!)

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This Moment

The future has not come,
The past has gone by.
Catch this moment
If you can.

Thinking about it
Slays 10,000 Buddhas
In one second.

Live and act
Genuinely in one moment.
All Bodhisattvas rejoice,
All Buddhas praise you!

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Disorder Increases With Time

I tend to spend my time
thinking about
the moment we live in

Narrow my thinking for
milliseconds
in existence's instance

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The Ride

What do you know?
What can you say?
I think it's all OK.
Yesterday's tomorrow is only here today.

He chose to ride his bike along the monorail
that led from the side door behind the sounding whale.
A slippery silver sliver along a gentle arc
dividing equal chasms of endless light and dark.
Should he sample either pool or balance on the knife?
Would it matter either way? Would it change his life?

A tangent. A tangent! Perhaps it's up or down.
A bike with wings, a tern-like thing, to gyre and to soar.
Or maybe fins to dive deep where the whale has gone before.
Or hold true to the rail along the ground.

He pondered on the mystery.
He thought about the history
that would yet unfold
when today would be the yesterday
of tomorrow.

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Summer Spring Summer?

dead leaves still cling to barren limbs
as the first day of spring's sun
casts afternoon shadows
over still frozen ponds
sense of foreboding
as slanting spring rays
cause sunburn
temps in 80s
with no
soft smell
of earth
or green
budding.
help!

Am I the canary
In the mine
chirping the alarm?

jonapi (not verified)
soft feather lick

sink deep in chocolate sheets
wreathed in butterfly smoke
awakened soak
pastel waves elegant heat
absinthe pillow

triangle palms
waves of underwater
soft skin awakening
wrapped and stroked
sunken communion
dark brown coffee as night expands

caramel tongues and aching salt

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sing me back home

Finish up the month with
'Sing Me Back Home', by
Merle Haggard. Posted by
'mysteriongalaxy' on youtube.
Thanks dead.net, for
DeadCoversProject.
Whoever thought of it,
give them more money
and a bigger office.
Please. Thankyou.

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mr natch

You good over there, dude?
Yeah, I'm good, good as I can get
As long as I don't have to
Come down yet. Or head back
To town too soon, or join in with
Whatever it is that the rest of you do.
Yeah, I'm good, good as it gets
Having to watch all of you
Building this mess that smells
Really bad and sounds even worse.
And you all look so unhappy
Riding around in and talking on your
Cells. Is it worth it to you
For you to do what you did?
A simple life of being nice
Requires none of this. Yeah,
I'm good, so good, good as I can get.
Long as I don't have to come down yet
Or head to town too soon
Or join in with building
All of this mess.

The Nakano Pancake (not verified)
retired soul swings shelly manne

all

roads

lead

to

Tomoe.

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