I had no idea what me fucking around on Blip.fm would do to my LiveJournal. What a mess!

this is my favourite song. ever.

i am sweeping in the wind,
and you are a leaf!
you are golden, amber sun
dancing at my feet.
golden, lilac scented wind -
where is my broom?
i think of you,
i think of you.

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the land of zed

in comic book colours you became cliches
with hedonist smiles your trendy mistake
and all in all at the end of the day
you've become what your songs screamed about
you vain scenester, vain


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full moon, glory moon
and me, sitting on street curbs
stoned, bored and tired
at ungodly hours! on street curbs

with eyes on park across the street
wet grass is cold on my bare feet -

in my mind
this isn't far from a place
i used to go at night

with the sun on
wrinkled bed sheets
your lips are satori

internal sun fires, shine on!
ignore this lack of confidence
and compounded doubt,
born of paper and pen
and wandered roads spread too thin.

bless'ed sacred mother
give me the strength to live again,
to be again,
to strike these matches - to ask of you in flames

cleanse me of these quiet sins
forever and a day

amen.

pretty girl
on picnic blanket
leans in

i want wind to blow -
o'er me.
please be over me,
consume me
pour over me.

i am the sacrifice,
& i've seen the light
and felt cold mud on my bare feet.
i've been delight,
and the sun beating upon you.

you are the tempo
the pulse, the beat -
you are grass stained knees,
yellow dandelion'd feet
while my hands are stained with ethiopian coffeebeans