Temple CourtMarble floors hold a cold that I feel in my bones At eye level you can see feet passing by A commotion of laughter in a distant background Faded by the noise in my head These parties blend and faces blur Surreal realities and emotions I cant comprehend.Temple Court
Concrete, black tar The stars are out but I look for lights Headlights waiting and wishing to crush
She kneels down and begs me to stop Pull yourself together she yells
But where are all my pieces
She cares more then she should Let me lie there, let the car pass me over She offers an insta
ItalyQuiet fields that roll on for days So far that my eyes tend to blur into the bliss Soft music blowing through my hair Wind, so soft I feel its touch Touch like a night in love Anything seems possible Any dream obtainable Flying solo Feeling free Its summer and I know that tomorrow is alright I try not to worry Let the days be sewn together Infinite momentsItaly
Should happen always Nights that never end Sunrise is just another beginning I have hope I feel the beauty And the grass is tall as I fall asleep beneath the clouds.
I told every little StarEvery star knows my secret I tell them often enough But the irony of the story Is that it knows yours too For years we have all watched the same stars They have seen every story And yet carry it all the same And every night I wish for them to share Wisdom shown through every light Every pore with words and more And yet they carry it all the same To bear its burdens And hold it's own Never asking for help Never stumbling to fall Never weak They know the past The present And will experience the future I smile And think of youI told every little Star
how far?My fingers nails are bright pink And turn black on Tuesday nights My dreams are filled with color And then just black and white Confusing and fun and nothing to hold the pain Drench me in your love Let is flood like rain I think that I know That I am lovable But a lot of times we all have to convince ourselves of so much more Just push me past the ledge Break down my door Learning, knowledge of more then just your books Not this silly girl, don't focus on her looks Deep within A tree grows Growing old with the time Sweet and tart like the tashow far?
Growing Up pt. 1Nobody has a perfect life, but growing up my life seemed to be perfect. Mom and dad were always there and it seemed as though they would be there forever. We were all so happy!Growing Up pt. 1
Momma was short, but she was so pretty. She looked like a one of those girls I see on magazines at the store. She had eyes as blue as the sky and blonde hair and the straightest, whitest teeth that I have ever seen. Daddy was tall and had black hair and coffee brown eyes. He was really strong, so strong that he could probably pick up our house! Daddy would work all day and momma would stay home with me, we would play at the park. Momma would give me a lot
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Life is a spectacle. If you're not looking, you're missing it.
-Sean Morris
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Life is a spectacle. If you're not looking, you're missing it.
-Sean Morris
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Life is a spectacle. If you're not looking, you're missing it.
-Sean Morris
I recorded it on my dvr, but there's no way that I know to export it on to a transportable format (like DVD of VHS, or whatever).
It's totally over-acted. I'm sure they did that to communicate that it's a video of a play, but this is overkill... all the timing is off on the delivery of the lines. I'm sure it could be done much better.
However, it does serve to give a kind of general overview of the theme.
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Life is a spectacle. If you're not looking, you're missing it.
-Sean Morris
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Life is a spectacle. If you're not looking, you're missing it.
-Sean Morris
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