And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Friday, September 09, 2005

I was out watching the sunset last night, and emotion seemed to overwhelm me. It was so beautiful, so see the sun go down over the water. The last rays of sunlight striking the waves, creating such gorgeous patterns. You could hear the waves lapping up against the rocks, and in the distance you could hear the kids playing at the beach. There were two flocks of bird that kept passing by, one black and one white. The contrast was gorgeous at that time. Seeing the birds fly across the sun over the water, seeing the sun light up the clouds differently that it does at any other time. The clouds we lighted from beneath, the light shone up through them. The birds were flying in their precise patterns, that still amazes me. And the waves, oh my. They were so choppy, so small, so violent. They seemed so passionate. Something about it just got to me.

And for once, while being surrounded by nature, overcome by nature, I still felt something missing. I felt lonely, which has never happened before. I'm normally so home when I'm outside, I feel complete. Yet I didn't this time. I wanted someone else to see it with me. I wanted to share it. That feeling was pretty overwhelming as well. I don't know whether that makes me happy or sad. But it was there, big time.

brynnlee let the night fall at 10:36 AM

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1 Comments:

At 11:10 AM, Blogger Katie said...

sounds like it was great out there. sometimes you need to feel like that.

 

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