I'm searching for a new song. Some new energy to fill out our time. Our investment is 3:37. The best that I can do in this time is 3:34. I have lost us 3 seconds. It was a gamble that I was willing to take. I think it was worth it. I think we can stretch it out, push it over the edges. She had magic in her hands. She could make anything grow. Magic in her hands...
Just hold your breath a little longer inbetween. Let it out a little slower. Just once, and we'll make it back. This house always wins. She had magic in her hands. She could make anything grow. Magic in her hands...
Suck in that air, and blow on those die. Those lucky die. Shake them off with a kiss and let our fortune take its turn. Set sail for pastures new. She had magic in her hands. She could make anything grow. Magic in her hands...
Where to now...?
Monday, October 15, 2007
Three minutes and thirty-seven seconds of words un-edited:
Sitting, what the hell, these obstacles!
But I found this pony and he was so sad.
Discarded in the lane-way
But he never played with the big cats or intimidated the main man.
But what a sound he had made because he actually is very wise
Yellow mane, waterfall down
Reaching below to stretch up
No trusting but much belief
Shadows on the floor remind me of the speckles on the flank
Together with the dreams that keep re-occurring and telling me something that I have forgotten
Or need to remember from the past…