tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54142878421570355682024-02-08T09:57:28.424-08:00Call Me Ishmael, and Other Such NonsenseUnderwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-88663846909236578042009-05-25T19:50:00.001-07:002009-05-25T20:23:39.786-07:00You Might Not Feel This Way Tomorrow<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Goodbye momma goodbye to you too pa<br />Little sister you'll have to wait a while to come along<br />Goodybye to this house and all it's memories<br />We just got too old to say we're wrong<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Got to make one last trip to my bedroom<br />Guess I'll have to leave some stuff behind<br />It's funny how the same old crooked pictures<br />Just don't seem the same to me tonight<br />There ain't no use in sheding no more tears mamma<br />There ain't no use in shouting at me pa<br />I can't live no longer with your fears mamma<br />I love you but that hasn't helped at all<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Each of us must do the things that matter<br />All of us must see what we can see<br />It was long ago you must remember<br />You were once as young and scared as me<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I don't know how hard it is yet mamma<br />When you relaize you're growning old<br />I know how hard is not to be younger<br />I know you've tried to keep me from the cold<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Thanks for all you done it may sound hollow<br />Thank you for the good times that we've known<br />But I must find my own road now to follow<br />You will all be welcome in my home<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Got my suitacse I must go now<br />I don't mind about the things you said<br />I'm sorry Mom I don't know where I'm going<br />Remember little sister look ahead<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Tomorrow I'll be in some other sunrise<br />Maybe I'll have someone at my side<br />Mamma give your love back to your husband<br />Father you've have taught we well goodbye<br />Goodbye Mamma goodbye to you too pa </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Child's Song by Tom Rush</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 25px;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://DEC03EC0-AC89-44F0-B48F-F0E7D7DF4A8B/trainhopsm.jpg" alt="trainhopsm.jpg" /></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 36px;font-family:'courier new';font-size:17px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /><div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-47358833427553590682009-03-24T14:24:00.000-07:002009-03-24T14:25:57.951-07:00Letter to Heaven<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Dear God, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You and your son are phony cunts<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Wishing you well,<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Nonbeliever </span><br /></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-15521872493881283592009-03-24T13:54:00.000-07:002009-03-24T14:19:38.498-07:00"Hey little girl is your daddy home<div>Did he go and leave you all alone</div><div>I got a bad desire</div><div>I'm on fire"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Tell me now baby is he good to you</div><div>Can he do to you the things that I do</div><div>Oh no I can take you higher</div><div>I'm on fire"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife</div><div>Baby edgy and dull </div><div>And cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul</div><div><br /></div><div>"At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet</div><div>And a freight train running through the middle of my head</div><div>Only you can cool my desire</div><div>I'm on fire"</div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://C7E1757B-0613-4195-9113-8B09385C068C/C24379-b.jpg" alt="C24379-b.jpg" /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-52474688727854837512008-12-22T20:10:00.000-08:002009-03-24T14:23:28.349-07:00Letter to Jesus<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Dear Jesus,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">You don't exist<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Sincerely,<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Another nonbeliever</span><br /></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-4572243799083218202008-12-22T20:06:00.000-08:002008-12-22T20:07:25.448-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 9px; white-space: pre; "><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/stab" target="_blank"><img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee197/what_the_hell_flo/stab.jpg" border="0" alt="stab Pictures, Images and Photos" /></a></span>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-57076123664751207222008-12-22T19:47:00.000-08:002008-12-27T17:43:15.424-08:00God Won't Win<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I might just kill her</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Stab her non existent heart with my sharp knives</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But for now her I'll just kill her with my words</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hoping that karma will come through</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If there is a God, I will pray that the cockroaches of the world</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Will not survive the nuclear war</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She is the leader of the cockroaches</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And even if I must fight God for his thrown </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Just to throw her into Hell</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So be it, I will stomp and trample you </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Like the worthless bug you are</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-82227902780342449922008-12-18T13:10:00.000-08:002008-12-18T13:38:14.723-08:00And So the World Turns<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">And so the world turns</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Along with my vision, along with my thoughts</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">All swallowed up by the dizziness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He is no friend of mine</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The sound of the telephone </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">And the sound of the television</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Morph together and become the blur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Make it stop</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I'll soon throw up</span></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-41832559733222677682008-12-10T06:38:00.000-08:002008-12-10T07:07:23.881-08:00Sorrisos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faithmouse.com/mother_teresa_smiles.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.faithmouse.com/mother_teresa_smiles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>What does a smile say?<div>Hello.....</div><div>I missed you.....</div><div>I love you.....</div><div>You're cute....</div><div>You're funny....</div><div>I'm utterly and completely </div><div>Happy</div><div><br /></div><div>How nice a smile is. </div><div><br /></div><div>I really liked this painting. It's Mother Teresa of Calcutta, and she looks utterly and completely happy. Like she knows the secrets of the world. </div><div><br /></div><div>The painting is by Dan Lacey. Painter of Pancakes.</div><div>And to paint such wonderful and joyful people must mean that he is utterly and completely happy. And he wants to share that happiness with his canvas. </div><div><br /></div><div>I only dream that one day, even for just a minute. That I will be utterly and completely happy. And that my smile will tell you exactly how I'm feeling. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-42668414774114263912008-12-10T06:32:00.000-08:002008-12-10T06:37:12.589-08:00What would you do if a guy strung you along, and then decided that he wanted someone else?<div>Because he liked them more</div><div>And then he told people that you liked him and you chased after him</div><div>And that he never flirted back</div><div>Even though you know perfectly well that he did </div><div>Because you still have the messages to prove it</div><div>I barely know him but I can't deny that my feelings are hurt in a way I couldn't have imagined</div><div>My pride is shattered </div><div>I hate being anyone's lost puppy</div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-74482639725968181442008-12-10T06:26:00.000-08:002008-12-10T06:31:22.926-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Oh dear God, what have I done</span><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Another day missed</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Another argument awaits</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">How many times will I break these promises</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">How long until someone finds me and forces me out of hiding</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I know that day is soon</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">And yet </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I let it Spiral</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-39682936442726824002008-12-09T20:10:00.000-08:002008-12-22T20:09:18.420-08:00Fuck the Eighties Purple<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I try and put my emotions into words but I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't seem to do any good.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">For example, when I tried to explain how I felt two days ago, it came out as something like this</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> I want to roll around on the floor and fuck the eighties purple<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">........ yeah</span></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414287842157035568.post-67625735617443976442008-12-09T20:04:00.000-08:002008-12-09T20:09:12.840-08:00The Beginning of the NonsenseWords are lovely.<div>Like</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>albatross</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and cellar</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and daggers</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and eloquent</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and other such nonsense I suppose. </div><div><div><br /></div></div>Underwood Typewriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707545436406468438noreply@blogger.com0