dancealisadance's RECommendations
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owen the owl, he was out on the prowl looking for love here and there he flew high and low, but wherever he'd go owen never found love anywhere! not a smidge did he find, all his offers declined, nope, nada, zip, zero, niente! what a terrible blow to his canny ego! poor owen was muy caliente! such an awful affront, to be out on the hunt and to have his good graces refused! as an owl, he was wise, he had sharp yellow eyes - clearly owen was somewhat confused! it's more simple than that, complex theories fall flat, and all the best plans go awry... it's no matter of smarts, or your best body parts, with love, normal rules rarely apply! owen fought the good fight, but try as he might he could never make love do his bidding till the day he surrendered, then his heart, it remembered cuz after all, who was he kidding? his heart couldn't soar till he opened the door to the answer he found on that day love's not something you get (though easy to forget!) it's not yours till you give it away! :-) (ps thanks to buttercup for starting this one!) |
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- You're My Kind, Dancing Babe
a sort of stream of consciousness-y thing ive been writing lately. i saw this timelapse vid today by bluebudgie and was really inspired to experiment with it. i understand how this might be seen as political or preachy or offensive.. but i honestly dont mean to be any of those things. it is directed at me more than anyone else. there's a lot of literary reference nod's in the text.
sub-point: the track is an instrumental version of everything is on fire
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