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Name: Jacob
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Metro: Minneapolis
Birthday: 9/16/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Questioning until things get simple, blue lights, corner stores, pianos, Fey, broken things, broken people, smelly old books, crayons, lectures, arguments and essays, detachment.
Expertise: Refuting the purpose of your life, Reading books, Playing pretty music, Making rice and tea.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Life
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AIM:  thehamsterguru
MSN: Hamster_Guru@hotmail.com
Member Since:
3/29/2004
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| Im sweating,
And breathing
And staring and thinking
And sinking
Deeper.
Its almost like Im swimming.
The sun is burning hot again
On the hunter
And the fisherman,
And hes trying to remember when,
But it makes him dizzy.
Seems like Ive been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like Im slipping
Into a dream within a dream.
Must be the way you whisper.
The sun is setting cool again.
Im the thinker
And the fisherman
And Im trying to remember when
But it makes me dizzy.
And Im sweating,
And breathing,
And staring and thinking
And sinking
Deeper
And its almost like Im swimming.
Seems like Ive been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like Im slipping
Into a dream within a dream.
Its the way you whisper.
It drags me under
And takes me home.
-The Poet
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| Lies
You sit alone in your little room
trying not to think
You read all the same books again
trying not to blink your sleepy eyes
Hoping to find something new
Hoping to find something true again
Trying to find something real for you
Trying to read between the lines
Born in the wrong era
kindling for the times
And yet you keep on clinging
to your mind
Trying to shut out the voices
They just echo in your head
"You are worthless; find a purpose or you're dead, dead, dead"
And you're dead; they've killed you dead
(chorus)
And the light was in the world
But the darkness shut her eyes
I am staring in the mirror
And I'm deaf to all your cries
You go on
living the truth
I'll keep dying all my lies
Something in your vision
but just out of your mind
Keeps on whisp'ring,
"no such thing as time"
So if you wanna live forever
get out of line!
And just start thinking that your thoughts are not a crime
Stop pretending that you're fine
Stop pretending that you're fine
Stop pretending that you're fine
Stop pretending that you're fine
(chorus x2)
Let go of your pride
Let go of your pride
Let go of your pride
and open your eyes
Burn it all away...
(first new song since about May-ish)
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from
the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent
disinclination to do so.
-Douglas Adams | | |
| You believed
You believed in moments not conceived
You believed in me
A passionate spirit
Uncompromise
Without us in your heart
A light in your eyes that
Ends all lies
Vacant, broken
Fell at the hands of
Those moments that I wouldn’t see
Cause it was you who prayed for me so
What have I done to be a son to an angel
What have I done to be worthy
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this selfish question, but
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight
She never told a lie
Well might of told a lie
But never lived one
Didn’t have a life
Didn’t have a life
But surely saved one
See? I'm alright, now it’s time for us to let you go
Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Fading all the trials and the tribulations,
None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...
Ignorant flippants in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me...
None of them can even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices,
hypocrites won't see
But enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
your little piece of the divine
This little light of mine it gives your past unto me,
I'm gonna let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way
Your way home...
Ohh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way
but our eyes are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way
They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out
10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home...
You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
"I have come home now!"
Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
"It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my own wings!"...
Give me my (x5)
"Give me my own wings"
You are the light, the way, that they will only read about
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.
Daylight dims leaving cool flourescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one
Hallejullah,
It's time for you to bring me home.
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