Docs from byclosser, tagged "110"

This Life Works For Someone, Just Not For Me

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:52:14 +0000

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You Build Your Bright Clear Sky, I\'ll Burrow Into the Soil of My Underground

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 14:18:54 +0000

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She Might Wake from Her Slumber to Find the World Has Changed

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Fri, 18 May 2007 17:07:35 +0000

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Glósóli
Sigur Ros

Nú vaknar þú
Allt virðist vera breytt
Eg gægist út
En er svo ekki neitt

Ur-skóna finn svo
A náttfötum hún
I draumi fann svo
Eg hékk á koðnun?

Með sólinni er hún
Og er hún, inni hér

En hvar ert þú....

Legg upp í göngu
Og tölti götuna
Sé ekk(ert) út
Og nota stjörnurnar
Sit(ur) endalaust hún
Og klifrar svo út.

Glósóli-leg hún
Komdu út

Mig vaknar draum-haf
Mitt hjartað, slá
Ufið hár.

Sturlun við fjar-óð
Sem skyldu-skrá.

Og hér ert þú...

Fannst mér.....

Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....

Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....

Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....

Og hér ert þú

Glowing Sun (Bright Sun)

Now that you're awake
Everything seems different
I look around
But there's nothing at all

Put on my shoes, I then find that
She is still in her pyjamas
Then found in a dream
I'm hung by (an) anticlimax

She is with the sun
And it's out here

But where are you...

Go on a journey
And roam the streets
Can't see the way out
And so use the stars
She sits for eternity
And then climbs out

She's the glowing sun
So come out

I awake from a nightmare
My heart is beating
Out of control…

I've become so used to this craziness
That it's now compulsory

And here you are...

I'm feeling...

And here you are,
Glowing sun...

And here you are,
Glowing sun...

And here you are,
Glowing sun...

And here you are...

This Isn't Just An Accident. This Didn't Just Happen. This Won't Just Go Away.

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:50:20 +0000

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That Place Can No Longer Be Called Home

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:59:36 +0000

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Her Kisses, Parched

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:59:43 +0000

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She Was All That Summer Had To Offer Me

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:59:30 +0000

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How Many Times Can You Return To the Well?

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:59:48 +0000

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She Sat In Her Worn Out Wedding Gown. He Sat Beside Her in a Mussed Seersucker Suit.

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Wed, 28 May 2008 14:56:17 +0000

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It Takes Much Effort On My Part To Maintain Bonds

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Wed, 28 May 2008 14:56:10 +0000

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And In Your Autumn Days You Review the Things You've Held Dear For So Long

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 13:49:01 +0000

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Race, Race, Race To the End

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:22:01 +0000

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Memory Machine
~ Dismemberment Plan

Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
There are times I think eternal life ain’t such a bad gig
Smoke all you want and see the planets
If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
The distant panic
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
There are folks that say to have a soul you’ve got to suffer
Well lately I’ve had my RDA of that
And call it fascist but I know that someday happy
Will be all that matters
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Poetry, Aldous Huxley—yeah, yeah, yeah, it’ll be a relief
If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they’ll do our hearts the very same favor
The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple

Your Bones are Brittle, Your Skin is Tough Like Leather

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:21:01 +0000

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Scarecrow
~ +/-

Get that girl on the phone
if you think she’s all alone
you’re right this time
and every time

get that surgeon on the line
the stitches fade away with time
the suture’s closed
no one will ever know

she seemed so strong with no fears at all
how come no one ever gets through?

scarecrow standing in a field
no one within miles to see
the distance grows
the fire goes cold

now I’m gone
the moment’s gone.

Should You Find Yourself Far From Home

nobody@ipernity.com (byclosser) — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:19:01 +0000

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