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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Late last night you come a-rollin' across my mind

Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
And we don't know here.

Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.

No good times, no bad times,
There's no times at all,
Just The New York Times,
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers.

Architects may come and
Architects may go and
Never change your point of view.
When I run dry
I stop awhile and think of you

Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.

You say, "What are ya made of?"
He says, "Can you repeat what you said?"
You'll say, "What are you afraid of?"
He'll say, "Nothin' neither 'live nor dead."


And then the band played
Out of nowhere, it was alright

(Bruce Springsteen, Simon and Garfunkel, Bob Dylan)

3 comments:

Blogger masa said...

Yeah.. Frank Lloyd Write is an awesome song.

4/27/2006 8:06 PM  
Blogger Elaina said...

All of the nights we harmonized till dawn
I never laughed so long
So long.

That song always made me wanna cry for no particular reason.
Whaddya say we drive to the skating rink together some rainy Tuesday after you get your license, Masa?
Haha. I sure do love you.

4/27/2006 11:11 PM  
Blogger masa said...

Sounds like a plan... Last time I went I decided to act like a man and use hockey skates.. they're pretty nifty, but lame when trying to land that double axel.
Yeah Paul was an excelent song writer, Garfunkel had cooler hair though.

4/29/2006 12:41 AM  

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