Saturday, January 30, 2010
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Christmas Ghosts
She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the doors and vaguely carry us away
Standing there but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the doors and vaguely carry us away
It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there
But on Mondays not at all
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You're a ghost...
from Paris 1919 by John Cale
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Double Face
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Naughty Piano
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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