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mythopoeticism
- Toronto, Canada
- Last Record: 2012-10-01 22:47:02 -0400
- Joined: Aug 10, 2012
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My head told my hands let it go. My hands told my head I can’t, no. So my head asked my hands – why are you sure? And my hands asked my head – isn’t there a cure? |
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Every night, I plan my future before sleep and every morning I cancel it all.
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The little swallow wondered about a weeping woman on the window sill. Why doesn't she leave? She has legs and mankind has technology. Why being miserable when there's so much out there to see? |
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As they closed the box I layed in, a small, cool wind creeped in. It whipped around my still body and chilled me to the bone. Am I to spend eternity always da... |
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Love is much like oxygen, once one has experienced life’s first breath we deemed it impossible to imagine life without it.
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The casket lowered in the ground A series of knocks strong and proud Yet the crowds moaning was so loud No one heard a single sound |
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Just wanted to try my hand at design and typography. I guess instead of blackout, it's more of a whiteout.
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"In the beginning it's all good. You know? Everything is being controlled." "Multiply that by two.. Now you need three..and the number keeps escalating." "You start telli... |
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FEATURED BY: ppeppina (audio curator)
DATE: 2.10.2012
COMMENT: I've listened to this on a replay for hours today, so so beautiful. Sunday's mood is all over it! It's a great contribution to the Days & Ends collab, and also a great example of how tiny tunes can also be based on longer texts! I love how small and sensitive this lovely song is... I can hear a lonely cello playing along to it!
absolutely beautiful <3
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Sarah's Sunday poem is oh so nice. So much so that I wrote this tiny song using the first few lines of it. The melody and chords came in an instant. I like those kinds of moments.
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Jekyll and Hyde Two different sides Of the person I love |
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Hickory Dickory Dock, Two mice ran up the clock. The clock struck one And the other escaped with minor injuries.<... |
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I had a dream that I was dreaming. When I woke up, I was still asleep, dreaming I was awake. |
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To love is not impossible And it is impossible not to love |
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