the ancients of the river



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it has become evident to me that the kind of livejournal entries that people like reading are those in which i tell everyone how free i am, how promising the future seems, how many things ive been doing that prove to you and god and parents that im worth a damn, and how new and fresh and exciting life is. that im happy. that my friends are close ( Read more... )

are there reasons for your leaving ( Read more... )

one down, one to go
if you dig my flow

tests, that is.
understand my groove?

also, one aeroplane about to make approximately 47 laps around a basketball gym in the full suspense and awe of my peers and elders. ive never given gravity such a cold shoulder.

made enough to make me happy ( Read more... )

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the blue blue sky ( Read more... )

the receipt crumpled up in my back pocket tells best what i did last night. a four-pack of natural ice, one pack of newport lights, a lighter and a pack of plastic razors. for a face that's not my own. $10.57 down, a night behind, the moon above and to have you mine. telling my favorite girl goodnight by my truck, he rides up on his bike bobbing ( Read more... )

its true. ryan adams looks crazy in his new cd insert. but he sure as hell sounds better than ever. that means he's replaced himself as my new favorite songwriter. please listen to "jacksonville city nights" and love it ( Read more... )

the green, green grass
and the white, white snow
the red, red sun
are gone and i'm alone
under a live oak tree
my blood is dry and dead
the beer has all burned away
along with my weary head
the trees are brown and bare
and dont talk anymore or smile
they just stand in the wind
and wave goodbye