"We're ball-deep in America now." aka Big City Dreams

2003-07-26 11:12:58 ET you live in the town where your grandparents are buried down the street from the hospital where you were born One town over you eat dinner in the same hall your parents danced on their wedding night. At the church bazzar you know every face Counting the mullets and teeny boppers Proud of your town never walk the streets at night Even though there's only tow, you know the best Pizza joint in town. Wanderlust growing, you wonder how you could ever leave SmallTown America, Hometown Vibes Big City Jitters. I could live here with you get a house on the outskirts drive into town for Ice Cream with the kids work with the Church Council lead our respective scout troops see our daughter dance in that same hall come back for the buffet next Friday Learn everyone's face, shake everyone's hand in Small Town America, A safe home a safe distance from the City Wouldn't take long, though till the cabin-fever you felt as a child would force me to leave I'd know what the Boss meant in all those "born to Run" songs But I'd stay with you, in spirit and in love, in that Small Town Amereica, with my hometown girl, and my Big City dreams. 2 comments

2003-07-26 11:04:54 ET my heart is breaking, but the guy next door don't care. Neither does the lady down the block giving the cats a treat cause the dog was good on his walk. But do I blame them? not when I don't know thier troubles, and know nothing of their pain. His business may be bankrupt her lonliness too hard to bear, But I stay with my pain and cry myself to sleep While the couple next door kill thier marriage watching TV and a cop spills coffee on his paperwork while driving his beat I have my troubles and you have yours the world moves along regaurdless Individuals in a mass society all moving along on our own, no communication, no thought to the other's story 8 million can live within 10 miles, and never nod to one another on the street who knows where anyone goes? who knows anyone's tale? suffering, indecision, jubilation, salvation, who knows? who knows

the Scientist

2003-07-22 11:17:46 ET Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh let's go back to the start Running in circles Coming in tales Heads on a science apart Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh take me back to the start I was just guessing At numbers and figures Pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science Science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart Tell me you love me Come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles Chasing tails And coming back as we are Nobody said it was easy Oh it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I'm going back to the start - Chris Martin

2003-07-22 11:05:32 ET Well, I got me an non-paying internship at a production company in New York City. so, as far as I know, for the next 2 months, I'll be commuting to NYC 3 times a week. What a weird, fucked up world.

the Precipice

2003-07-20 18:09:54 ET Three days on the line waiting for the call a job a girl the governor tired of staring at these walls try to be proactive? or wait another night? who'll blink first? who'll answer? you know that you were right. do you rage against the machine? or the dying of the light? Everyone's got something they're waiting for Some things are weightier than others to the unemployed the criminal or to our star-crossed lovers Now what do you do? say "you never know" and "Let It Be?" Well, the Beatles were wrong about Love, it isn't all you need. So who said they knew anything? Probably them, and we believed. But the time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things of taking up guns and petitions of thinking about wedding rings to practise hitting an unarmed man to know what must be done It's time to pray to God that you stand strong when it comes to make the choice on your own. You can't hang from a string held up by others Be who you are going to be your own boss your own judge your own love & security and in the end... (more Beatles' crap?) You and God will see. 5 comments

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