Gather yourself, up 'til now there's been no clue
The awakening will be swift and harsh and rude
And it won't be what you know and it won't be what you'd expect
And it will carry with it the force of fear-inspiring wreck
This keeps me up all night, makes me pass the day in bed
And it's caused me such grief, it's been months since I've bled
But I will do what is right, I will do what's expected
No I won't be chastised and I won't be rejected
But I will wait for you to come around
And I will wait for you to change your mind
And I will give you your one last chance over and over a thousand times
I wanted to be your shelter, I wanted to be your home
I wanted to be your reason and have that reason made known
So no one would know my weakness, no one would hear what I'm thinking
I am the biggest coward; they call the woman of the hour
Doing eighty miles an hour, I roll the window down
And with the freedom heavy on the air, I felt that I would drown
And everything is different, and though freedom had its price
A poor man's Joan of Arc, through the ashes still I rise
Cause I did wait for you to come around
And I did wait for you to change your mind
And I did give you your one last chance over and over a thousand times
And I will live out of love and I will act out of fairness
And I will be the richness that lies beneath the surface of awareness
Jennifer Nettles
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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
55 comments:
hello!!
i have never heard of Jennifer Nettles.
thanks for sharing solly!
oh and i love paralyzed princess!
hope you are having good sunndays!
edit sundays!!
Hi FASC!
She's a local girl and now she is super famous in a country duo called Sugarland. But I really love her early solo work the best. She writes some really great songs!
Have a great evening!
Damn, damn, damn.
That girl can write.
The awakening will be swift and harsh and rude
And it won't be what you know and it won't be what you'd expect
And it will carry with it the force of fear-inspiring wreck
I can't even begin to tell you how true that is.
And it is scary as hell. It's the longest roller-coaster, wooden and shaky. It's hills and valleys and rivers carrying quicksand. One day you wake up and you have it all figured out, and you know where you're going, and you know exactly the route you'll take, and the exact same night, you'll be begging for a flashlight.
You know this all too well.
And it's going to take time. It won't happen tomorrow or the next day or next month. It could take years. And if that's how long it takes, you deal in the meantime. You work on it, and you count every day as a successful one because you made it through.
And I will live out of love and I will act out of fairness
And I will be the richness that lies beneath the surface of awareness
You have to make that promise to yourself. No one else.
I believe you will do that, and that you are, but do you?
O_O
Stop being here at the exact same moment as I am, okay? ;)
Hey, FASC!
What is this big pimping business?
PPU is a Mack Daddy.
I do like to spend some G's, Anon. But I am not sure I deserve the Mack Daddy moniker.
Oh goodess, there are persons here!
Everyone went *POOF* on me a few hours ago.
PPU!
You is so a Mack Daddy. ^_~
Hee-hee.
Solly made me take that picture of that hat for you. It was all her. Bwah!
I iz watching the stoopidest movie ever. >_<
I am watching "Made" on Mtv and eating some chips and salsa, but here's the thing, it's that creamy salsa and I can't get past the color and the texture. So I am really not enjoying it at all.
Smoke, What movie are you watching?
And how weird is it that we come on here at the same fucking time?
Yep, just working on some shit at my blog.
Whatchoo guys up to besides stupid movie watching?
Sdock,
I thought I made you mad this morning for some reason. I hope I didn't?
The Heartbreak Kid with Ben Stiller. It is so not funny. O_o
Hiya Mustard! :)
OMG, Mustard, No, no, no! I didn't even realize we were on at the same time. I am so, so sorry that you thought that even for a second.
My salsa looks like vomit.
Just sayin....
EWWWWWWWW!!!! That is gross!
It does. It's sorta pinkish orange and chunky. It's just like vomit and it's not as good in my mind as plain ol salsa.
Heya, SMOOOOOKE!
No, that's totally cool, because I was like, "I dunno how that's going to come off." :)
Okay, I won't be trying it anytime soon. @_@
I iz bored. :(
I had a bowl of vanilla ice cream with candy sprinkles and little tiny lemon sugar wafer cookies.
It was very yummy but now I feel all icky.
PPU musta lefted us already. Gotta give them props for mixin' it up and appearing on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Way to keep us on our toes!
Awwww, PPU is prolly bored today, too. I know I am.
I'm bored as hell too. There's not a fucking thing on television, not even PPV movies. I could listen to music, I guess. But I'm afraid it would be an afternoon of sad songs. I'm not totally desperate and sad and pathetic enough to drink the Natural Light that is in my fridge. Talk about instant vomit!
Well, Smoke, it's hard out there for a Pimp. Bwahhahah!
Natural Light = horse piss.
Just sayin'....
And I totally read that as PPU movies. Bwah!
MUSTARD! WHERE'D YOU GO????
Where is Fimmy today?
*waves to Fimmy*
I dunno. Where is everyone? Is MissT coming back today or tomorrow?
I am listening to Saosin right now.
Niiiiiiiice!
Cool!
I am now listening to Law & Order. Imagine that.
Still here!
I wish I had enough guts to chop off my hair. And that it would look like some cool new 'do when I was done.
I just did something that I've never done before. I helped a little spider outside.
O_O
What is wrong with me?
Oooh! If I had a car, I would come over there and cut it for you!
Wow, you helped a spider? That's strange. I helped a little green lizard off my truck earlier. I really didn't think he wanted to hitch a ride to Mama's house.
*shudders*
Nuh uh.
Yeah, I know you would cut it for me. Maybe next weekend. We can do a girls night with cut and color and American Psycho.
Whaddaya think?
Sure! That would be soooo fun!
I wonder if PPU saw my red hair. O_o
PPU,
Did you see Smoke's red hair? I told her Jack White would be pleased with her.
I think she makes a smokin' hawt red head, but that's just me.
It was so unintentional. That's what is so funny. I'm already thinking about going to have some really blonde chunks put around my face but leaving the rest.
Whatcha think?
Oooh, I think that would be cool, but you must leave that to the Pro's. Yeah, you totally should.
Oh, most definitely. The wash-out stuff I do on my own. The permanent stuff? Ummm, no.
^_^
Gah, I'm bored.
S&M, now I am listening to S&M! How effin' cool is that?
You need a copy of this CD, for sure. I should make you one.
I'm bored too.
O_o
Metallica, duh.
No, I knew that. I was just going all O_o about you calling me S&M.
It looks weird when anyone else does it. Bwah!
Mustard,
Here is another one of my favorite Jennifer Nettles' songs:
Remain
Hang around, I don't have to make this one so heavy
Stick around, could I challenge or dare you to stay
I just don't know what it is that makes me this wonderer
All I know is I was put here to be in love and I want to remain that way.
I am tired of this bile that fills up my belly
Even more, of this fire that smokes in my eyes
All I want is a moment of peace, peace without boredom
And to forever remain breathless
Could you for once say it even if you aren't sure you have the balls to stick it out?
Could you stop sticking to this plan when you never have a day in your life
If for nothing else to grant me this moment to breathe, expand and let go
You say. "trust me, trust me I'll know when the time is best"
And I try my damnedest to make my voice sound like a smile, I swallow hard and I lie to you yes
'Cause my heart is so full that it's pushing it's way through these two ribs in my chest
But for now I'll force it to remain with my hand clutching my breast
Could you for once say it even if you aren't sure you have the balls to stick it out
Could you stop sticking to this plan when you never have a day in your life
If for nothing else to grant me this moment to breathe, expand and let go
hi guys!
i wanted to say that firstly RW your sis looks lovely!
and secondly i really like your hair princess!
Thank you, FASC! :)
my pleasure princess!
My salsa looks like vomit.
Just sayin....
I was over at a friend's place Friday night eating nachos and watching Britcoms. There was one scene in a show called Garth Marenghi's Dark Place where a hospital patient blows up & the room gets coated in a meaty bloody mess that looked a lot like chunky salsa. I had to stop eating. Put me right off salsa for ages, I fear!
EWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Did I gross you out, S&V??
RW,
You didn't gross me out! It takes much more than that to gross me out. The salsa is nasty looking though.
Is it a chunky salsa, Solly?
Yep chunky creamy salsa.
Creamy??
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