Stargazer

What's up Stargazer? Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts.

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Hey Stargazer, Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me.

Hi Stargazer, If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. I keep searching for you between the cushions. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence.

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greetings from Sweden:)  

What's goin' on Stargazer? You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence.

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After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on MySpace...

Poem cum song 5 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my Blog for details):
STATE TO STATE

(TUNE:

C F G F
C F G F
C F G F
C F G F
F G F C
F G F C
F G F C
C F F F)

From Sydney Town,
    In uni. break,
I drove out west
    To earnings make
Onion picking,
    On the fields
Of Echuca,
    That year’s yields.

After day’s work,
    From Y.H.A.,
A group of us
    Would not delay
To walk on down
    To the dirt rim
Of the Murray,
    For a cool swim.

On one such day,
    I do declare,
Some three of us
    Had a big dare
To swim across,
    From state to state,
The wide Murray -
    I took the bait.

Yes, foolishly,
    I took the bait -
A choice that I
    Would come to hate,
For I almost
    Did drown that date,
Making the swim
    From state to state.

(C) David Franks 2003

Heya!

Cork's new project will take to the stage this Friday 14 May in the Pavilion (Cork). Come and get your Balkan Gypsy music fix!!!

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Hi there ! Thanks for adding us and congrats for the music ! Hope to see you all one of these days, I already miss Mullie's sessions ;) Boris for Woodpark

Ya tenemos mas datos sobre los talleres del Folkez Blai. Pásate e infórmate de como participar. Y si conoces a alguien a quien le pueda interesar, comentaselo!!!

ANIMAOS Y HAGAMOS ENTRE TODOS DE ESTE EL PRIMERO DE MUCHOS AÑOS DE TALLERES EN EL FESTIVAL!!!!