A place for my thoughts and ideas, my creative outlet, a little piece of the web for me to call my own...yeah...right...
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| a bite of chocolat... ::home:: A place for my thoughts and ideas, my creative outlet, a little piece of the web for me to call my own...yeah...right... |
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Friday, November 21, 2003 Tiring two-hour practice ended. Team encircled Coach, gave a cheer. Half day till break... Ran downstairs, laughing... Getting changed, a song faintly reached my ears... Leaves are falling all around, It’s time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I’m much obliged For such a pleasant stay. But now it’s time for me to go, The autumn moon lights my way. For now I smell the rain, And with it pain, And it’s headed my way. Ah, sometimes I grow so tired, But I know I’ve got one thing I got to do, Ramble on, And now’s the time, the time is now To sing my song. I’m goin’ ’round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way. I’ve been this way ten years to the day, ramble on, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams. Got no time to for spreadin’ roots, The time has come to be gone. And tho’ our health we drank a thousand times, It’s time to ramble on. Ramble on, And now’s the time, the time is now To sing my song. I’m goin’ ’round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way. I’ve been this way ten years to the day, ramble on, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams. I ain’t tellin’ no lie. Mine’s a tale that can’t be told, My freedom I hold dear; How years ago in days of old When magic filled the air, T’was in the darkest depths of mordor I met a girl so fair, But gollum, and the evil one crept up And slipped away with her. Her, her....yea. Ain’t nothing I can do, no. Ramble on, And now’s the time, the time is now To sing my song. I’m goin’ ’round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way. I’ve been this way ten years to the day, ramble on, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams. Gonna ramble on, sing my song Gotta keep-a-searchin’ for my baby... Gonna work my way, round the world I can’t stop this feelin’ in my heart Gotta keep searchin’ for my baby I can’t find my bluebird! I’d listen to my bluebird sing but I can’t find my blue bird A-keep-a ramblin’ baby... Fast, ran to find the source. Music flowing from an abandoned radio, bright, white, empty room, no owner... Leaned up against the wall, listening, melting... Don't know what it was about this song, this time... Absorbing every note, inside, filling with light, glowing... Wishing to collapse to the ground and lose touch, wishing to share this... Stayed standing, felt the music coursing through... Song ending, radio babbling, mind reeling in the moment... Ran, through mud, puddles, fog... Street lights, yellow illuminated cones... Heart pumping, no stopping, floating... Encircled in blackness, dusted in stars... cool, fresh air... fresh air... posted by Shannon | 10:22 PM |
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