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Without any supporting reason, life is sometimes just pretty damn good.
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I found a little plot of land
In the garden of Eden
It was dirt, and dirt is all the same
I tilled it with my two hands
And I called it my very own
There was no one to dispute my claim
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Well, you'd be shocked at the state of things
The whole place had just cleared right out
It was hotter than hell, so I laid me by a spring
For a spell as naked as a trout
The wandering eye that I have caught
Is as hot as a wandering sun
But I will want for nothing more, in my garden
Start again, in my hardening to every heart but one
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Meet me in the garden of Eden
Bring a friend
We are gonna have ourselves a time
We are gonna have a garden party
It's on me, no, sirree, it's my dime
We broke our hearts in the war between
St. George and the dragon
But both, in equal part are welcome to come along
I'm inviting everyone
Farewell to loves that I have known
Even muddiest waters run
Tell me, what is meant by sin, or none in a garden
Seceded from the union in the year of A.D. 1
The unending amends you've made
Are enough for one life
Be done
I believe in innocence, little darling
Start again
I believe in everyone
I believe, regardless
I believe in everyone
(Lyrics by Joanna Newsom - '81 from the album Have One on Me (2010) - recommended through and through
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I found a little plot of land
In the garden of Eden
It was dirt, and dirt is all the same
I tilled it with my two hands
And I called it my very own
There was no one to dispute my claim
:thumb151696406:
Well, you'd be shocked at the state of things
The whole place had just cleared right out
It was hotter than hell, so I laid me by a spring
For a spell as naked as a trout
The wandering eye that I have caught
Is as hot as a wandering sun
But I will want for nothing more, in my garden
Start again, in my hardening to every heart but one
:thumb154176877: :thumb94318749:
Meet me in the garden of Eden
Bring a friend
We are gonna have ourselves a time
We are gonna have a garden party
It's on me, no, sirree, it's my dime
Mature Content
We broke our hearts in the war between
St. George and the dragon
But both, in equal part are welcome to come along
I'm inviting everyone
Farewell to loves that I have known
Even muddiest waters run
Tell me, what is meant by sin, or none in a garden
Seceded from the union in the year of A.D. 1
The unending amends you've made
Are enough for one life
Be done
I believe in innocence, little darling
Start again
I believe in everyone
I believe, regardless
I believe in everyone
(Lyrics by Joanna Newsom - '81 from the album Have One on Me (2010) - recommended through and through
)
Holding Devil by His Spoke
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That I might be a part of this,
Ripple on water from a lonesome drip
A fallen tree that witnessed me,
Him alone, him and me.
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And that life itself could not aspire,
To have someone be so admired,
I threw creation to my kin,
With a silence broken by a whispered wind.
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All of this can be broken,
All of this can be broken,
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.
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(From Devil's Spoke http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs-xxv3ucBg by Laura Marling)
(For your consideration, a version http://
Two steps a-changin'
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Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
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Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
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Personal things.
What an utter relief. :flame: I haven't been able to flee into a proper, deep, fairly old, Finnish forest for the entire summer but now I'll finally have the opportunity to revive from my torpor, at least for a few days before a painfully dear friend of mine might ascend on our reluctantly post-socialist country's soil late this week.
No features this time. Such would be a little irresponsible of me. I have some winter ones and some Aubrey Beardsley ones gently brewing, but I'm simply otherwise too concentrated to pay any analytic attention to art at this very moment. I've packed my tent, my sleeping bag, the necessary knives, a compass and
The difference in waiting.
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Radio silence.
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A tilted book.
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© 2010 - 2024 Iohannis
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Bowlfulls of coffee. Is that ever really enough 
It has been suggested to me that I should use the coffee pot as my cup and just add creamer to that!
Wonderful journal entry!
and thank you for including me.
P.S. Remember- Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day.
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Someone used to recite this to me a long time ago and I can't remeber who it was! Isn't that awful.
It has been suggested to me that I should use the coffee pot as my cup and just add creamer to that! Wonderful journal entry!
and thank you for including me.P.S. Remember- Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day.
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Someone used to recite this to me a long time ago and I can't remeber who it was! Isn't that awful.