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Jamie is over and Jamie is gone,
Jamie's decided it's time to move on.
Jamie has new dreams he's building upon,
And I'm still hurting.
Jamie arrived at the end of the line,
Jamie's convinced that the problems are mine.
Jamie is probably feeling just fine,
And I'm still hurting.
What about lies, Jamie?
What about things
That you swore to be true?
What about you, Jamie
What about you?
Jamie is sure something wonderful died,
Jamie decides it's his right to decide.
Jamie's got secrets he doesn't confide,
And I'm still hurting.
Go and hide and run away
Run away, run and find something better.
Go and ride the sun away
Run away like it's simple
Like it's right...
Give me a day, Jamie
Bring back the lies
Hang them back on the wall
Maybe I'd see
How you could be
So certain that we
Had no chance at all...
Jamie is over and where can I turn?
Covered with scars I did nothing to earn
Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn
But that wouldn't change the fact
That wouldn't speed the time
Once the foundation's cracked
And I'm...
Still Hurting
 Miskantle · Sun Jan 22, 2006 @ 07:48am · 1 Comments |
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ok, so i am sooooooo unbaleavably in ah. my grandparents got me tickets to see world famose opera stare Renee Fleming live in consert and it was something else. no person should ever sound that good, under any sercomstanses. she was amazing and she wore the most beautiful gown posable. i just cant get over it, she song, un-miked over a full orcestra to a consert hall of 2000+ seets. what an amazing woman and what an amazing voice...it makes me never want to pick up a work by Handle or Bach ever again since i could never do it the justice that she does...but then agaion who can
Miskantle · Thu Dec 22, 2005 @ 11:28pm · 1 Comments |
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She Weeps Over Rahoon
James Joyce
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.
Miskantle · Tue Oct 25, 2005 @ 04:51am · 0 Comments |
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As the last peatle falls... |
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"If I Can't Love Her"
And in my twisted face, there's not the slightest trace
Of anything that even hints at kindness.
And from my tortured shape, no comfort, no escape.
I see, but deep within is utter blindness.
Hopeless as my dream dies, as the time flies, love a lost illusion.
Helpless, unforgiven, cold and driven to this sad conclusion.
No beauty could move me, no goodness improve me.
No power on earth, if I can't love her.
No passion could reach me, no lesson could teach me
How I could have loved her and make her love me, too.
If I can't love her, then who?
Long ago I should have seen all the things I could have been.
Careless and unthinking, I moved onward!
No pain could be deeper, no life could be cheaper.
No point anymore, if I can't love her!
No spirit could win me, no hope left within me,
Hope I could have loved her and that she'd set me free!
But it's not to be.
If I can't love her, let the world be done with me.
Sketch inspired by this song
Miskantle · Fri Sep 16, 2005 @ 06:09am · 0 Comments |
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he had my love, and he had my heart...now i give him my hand. I love you Demion, my wonderful husband.
Miskantle · Fri Apr 22, 2005 @ 02:26am · 0 Comments |
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thoughts from a dissoreanted artist... |
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man i am just a pile of hiurt this week...im sick as a dog, going through an identity crisses, and absolutly exsosted..i gues thats what i get for doble magering...going home tomarow, just to add to the caose*shrugs* ah well we all do what we must.
thank you Demon for help keeping me sain...
"Say you'll love me every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summertime
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you"
Miskantle · Sat Mar 05, 2005 @ 03:19am · 1 Comments |
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I love colecting poetry and lyrics that touch me...
Elaborate Lives
We all lead such elaborate lives
Wild ambitions in our sights
How an affair of the heart survives
Days apart and hurried nights
Seems quite unbelievable to me
I don't want to live like that
Seems quite unbelievable to me
I don't want to love like that
I just want our time to be slower and gentler, wiser, free
We all live in extravagant times
Playing games we can't all win
Unintended emotional crimes
Take some out, take others in
I'm so tired of all we're going through
I don't want to live like that
I'm so tired of all we're going through
I don't want to love like that
I just want to be with you now and forever, peaceful, true
I wish I had the courage
To tell you face to face
But I could wait forever
For the perfect time and place
We all live such elaborate lives
We don't know whose words are true
Strangers, lovers, husbands, wives
Hard to know whose loving who
Too many choices tear us apart
I don't want to live like that
Too many choices tear us apart
I don't want to love like that
I just want to touch your heart, may this confession be the start
Miskantle · Thu Mar 03, 2005 @ 06:59am · 0 Comments |
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lyrics to an italian aria by Caccini
for Demion Night:
Amarilli
Amarilli, mia bella,
non credi, o del mio cor dolce desio,
d'esser tu l'amor mio?
Credilo pur: e se timor t'assale
prendi questo mio strale
aprim'il petto, e vedrai scritto in core:
Amarilli e'l mio amore
In english:
Amaryllis, my love,
you are my heart's sweet desire,
don't you believe that I love you?
Believe it, and if you are afraid,
take this arrow of mine,
open my breast and you will see written on my heart:
Amaryllis is my love.
Miskantle · Sun Feb 20, 2005 @ 07:39am · 5 Comments |
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