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10 years on, remember and honour...

Meanwhile back in the year
One
When you belonged to
No one
You didn't stand a chance
Son
If your pants were
Undone
'Cause you were bred for
Humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up
In the present day
A million generations
Removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away on the thin ice of the new day

So as you push off from the shore
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should have done
And as you cross the wilderness
Suspending in your emptiness
If you have to
Pray
Looking for a sign
That the universal minds
Has written you into the passion play

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away on the thin ice of the new day

And as you cross the circle line
Well the ice-wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun

Well, do you ever get the feeling
That the story's
Too damn real
And in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage
And it seems like
You're the only person sitting in the audience?

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away on the thin ice of the new day

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away...

Turning tables...

Lessons Learned.....

Cant rewrite the past...

A Dream Within A Dream
Alan Parsons Project

"Tales of Mystery and Imagination"
Edgar Allan Poe
(Narration Orson Welles)

For my own part, I have never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness that which I conceived it.
There is however a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy
Which are not thoughts and to which as yet
I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language.
These fancies arise in the soul,
Alas how rarely, only at epochs
Of most intense tranquillity
When the bodily and mental health are in perfection.
And those mere points of time
When the confines of the waking world
Blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy
Where all that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

For my west coast girl

White Daisy Passing

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Originally Posted by christie0918 (Post 413100)

This could be my anthem....

I so love this song. We need to put on some heels and go somewhere and dance to this.

Horray for story night!!!!!!

:) love my church community - pretty neat stuff

For My Virginia Boi

You feel strong enough....

I am a Country fan right down to my favorite leather western cut blazer, western boots, straw hat w/ suede and turquoise on the front and jeans or skirts.

new Monica - nice groove