The Sun, the ground, the skies, the sound, and all that lives...
Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Dead Kennedy's, Sublime, Bob Marley, Devo, The Police, The Doors, Black Flag, The Who, White Stripes, etc...
I'm a philosopher of sound and a student of psychology. I love all music and sound period but like to listen to things that are in harmony or almost in harmony. I dabble in the arts and, at one point in time, strived to be someone. But now only seek acknowledgement. I have much knowledge to give and a longing for knowledge itself. Perhaps a deal would help...
...oh and I know, excuse the poor quality at parts, I recorded everything in one take(with minor editing) in my bedroom with a RBand microphone!
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Hey!! This is Bellisima. I run this fansite to help support DJ Solano!! THANKS FOR THE FRIENDSHIP!! How are you? HOPE YOU'RE HAVE A FABULOUS WEEKEND!! =) Keep In Touch!!!Listen other tracks in my player from DJ Solano on my profile!!
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The bottom has risen with the seed and chance of hope To a safer place surrounded by the demons’ dope. The watcher sees through the liquid glass of walls, The distorted, elfish thoughts and the scatter of it all.
The watcher can only watch. The magik of his work is done. Time is the only eye to see If the elf begins a standing still Or continues with a softer, manik run.
The watchers’ gift must be freely taken And placed inside the elfish heart. The choice is now an inner, deeper one, The choice of when and how The elf will choose his cleaner, inner start.
The watcher watches in the shadow of the trees Waiting for earth mothers’ day to come. The hurricane has turned To a deceiving, gentle breeze, Deceiving our controlling elf On his final, demon run.
The watcher simply watches. He sees but does not see. He hears. . . . . . .but only silence As the elf continues to begin to be.
Hi! everything's fine? thanks for the add. I've found you on the volta page, I'm a big fan too. they are just genious!!! I've seen them 3 times in Europe this summer and I'm so glad they come back this winter!!!
our first EP "Beyond the Eyelids" will be released this fall you can listen to few songs from it on our myspace. tell us what you think! take care! pierO/ dolls can't
Thanks for friendship! Don't forget that you can get my music for free and I still will get paid! Gimmesound.com pays artists for every download out of their ad revenue. By grabbing my tracks for free - you support me! We both gain!
angel .. 1 a : a spiritual being superior to man in power and intelligence; esp : one in the lowest rank in the celestial hierachy crisp .. 1 : CURLY, WAVY; 2 a : easily crumbled : BRITTLE .. Take Care BoOtiful SOUL .. LoVE Stephanie ..
The full moon is not so far away. I can hear the busy preparation of a scream As it contemplates its’ light upon the night of day. The moon will cause that weary, familiar cry again As all the lonely children pretend to find a way to play And have the pleasant of insane come in again.
“So young at child,” with dreams and hopes and uncanny fears so wild, The pretending tough of fifty tries to show itself To clutter up and confuse the innocence of all the little elves To lose the truest, beauty deep within themselves. With the clearest, whited rocks of candy they hurry as they scatter their treasured all. With frowns and worries from the watching dandy, They reassure with lies, the insecurity of their quiet doubt And hurry off with the pretence of an unreal, inner, safety all about.
There is a strangeness in the air as children attempt their play To soothe themselves and mock and slay the ancient words of many yesterdays, In a world that proves itself to never care in any fucking way, To never care or share the perfect, inner secrets that they wear, A strangeness in the air for the number three is close and far. The number three is everywhere! A patient wait for all despair and pleas of whispered fear. With the drunk of stoned to fall upon their knees, to see if greed and lust will win the most. You know it must. It feeds the very sick. It feeds the very, twisted most!
There is a strangeness in the air. “Pleasant greetings” from a sneering, boasting host who doesn’t fucking care! Now, no children anywhere, just, rotten food for thought, a pleasant burnt out roast, Just ”a strangeness” in the air! The stench of death is everywhere! A gesture from an empty glass, a forgotten toast, To all the little elves from our empty past. They never last but in our hearts they mean the most!
the abc's. . .38 - very nice poem thank you very much my friend bilbo, the manik, magik fairy the watcher will watch over you. the guardian . . .will guard.
..i...i....i am the night , i am the clouds, im not in darkness without you, i am the darkness.....just a little more blood i gotta fill that cup j j j just a little more blood gotta fill that cup ,this razor feels like your breath, this blood smells like your breath , and the swells on my face feel just like your touch and the bloody swells on my face feel just like your caress just a little more blood( gotta fill that cup) jj just a little more blood needed to fill me up.....
Janeiro é o mês das orquídeas que ardem no céu da boca da tua impaciência nas levas da memória e do desentorpecimento no mundo líquido do teu olhar no sarro tristes cristais do vinho acabado
Janeiro é o tempo das resoluções angustiadas de quem vai morrer sem dar por isso a antecâmara de gás onde emergiu a solidão o desequilíbrio o corpo inquieto
e tristemente a música desapareceu
ferem-te lâminas de silêncio bisturis amargos e cruéis desses invernos infinitos
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