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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 6:27 pm
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And we dance on the tables for something to eat, take in all those fables that swim in the breeze. The horse in the stable, she wishes to speak, but can't place this melody that has stolen our feet.
He couldn't remember the place he'd been shown, he just sang into that jacket of hers that was torn. You won't find your freedom boy, in that arctic zone, get back to the forest and sing on your own.
The giants, they find us, hiding beneath a blue station wagon deserted in the street. The concrete, it aches, under the August heat, but Monday's a day we wish to never repeat.
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I was visiting the upright piano that will soon be mine, and this song just suddenly arrived in my lap. I'm sure there's more to it but this is all she would say. Which is understandable, as right now I'm only an acquaintance. And you should never trust an acquaintance.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 6:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:19 pm
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