Ben Folds w/ WASO - Narcolepsy

Nacrolepsy - by ben folds

i should warn you I go to sleep

I know you dont know what i mean

i know it seems that i don't care

but something in me does I swear

i don't remember all last year

i left you awake to cry the tears

while I was dreaming

the verses save me from having to explain to many i meet, figuratively and literally

i do have sleep issues.

i'm not, though, narcoleptic

Ben Folds w/ WASO - Narcolepsy

Nacrolepsy - by ben folds

i should warn you I go to sleep

I know you dont know what i mean

i know it seems that i don't care

but something in me does I swear

i don't remember all last year

i left you awake to cry the tears

while I was dreaming

the verses save me from having to explain to many i meet, figuratively and literally

i do have sleep issues.

i'm not, though, narcoleptic

i do not feel
that i've been wrong
now i don't feel
nothing at all.

all the sad news about bangkok makes me profoundly sad because of the streets and faces i recall from the 3 times i was there.
This is my bangkok

an ode to rafal

an ode to rafal

he waits for me
in his yin-yang...pondering
thoughts of cheese
nose to tail
my heart fails
at the sight of sprung lightning
chasing squirrels in the summer.
now,
in the autumn of his years
he waits for me
to come home and scratch him where he just can't reach

victor fan

its tongue in cheek. but anyone who knows rafal knows its also heartfelt

2nd place blues (song-VF)

2^nd place blues

times from his life
he keeps on trying to recall
tho he's forgotten
they have not forgotten him at all

these days he'll recall fondly,
but they hurt to be in 'em
the men with whom he'd fight
the wars he'd lose for 'em
soon enough
so is it any wonder
with nothing left to squander
those days are bound to end?
And begin again...

He tries to remember
when he was second place
now that he's first
he wish he lost the race

funny story, first draft had the title at being NUMBER 2 BLUES...then it just sounded like i needed imodium.

VOLCANO (song)

VOLCANO

don't look now

they're on the news again today
those ppl who want 

the world to spin their way

the sun went red

again.

when all words have been said,

words can fall dead

like blossoms in the sunshine

she peeped up at him and said: 

"im not done with you yet."

 

the world has its ways

to make you look again

he holds tight

ignores the sea 

as it gathers above his knees

just like the time before.

when he drowned

when he drowned

but he wont let her go 

not before the volcano 

takes her home

takes her home

 

her lips dissuade him

but her hips persuade him

that this might be the last time

for a while

 

the heart has a strange way

of laughing at plans

she tells him "I'll love you

as long as I can."

this was the result of a particularly exhilarating/nerve-racking week when she was delayed going back to england to school because of the icelandic volcano/heathrow thing (it was on the bbc ;)

A SONG I WROTE: OIL

Oil
The newsman told him
His bed had been burning
While he'd slept the other way

He pretended not to notice
But when its gone boy
You're gonna feel it.
you'll feel it.

so we drive our cars
to where we die of thirst
cuz we've always known
to feed our machines first
when we learn
that water don't mix with oil
all the fighting
will not feed the thirst at all

she feels nothing yet
as her bed burns on the tv set
but she can see the tears
about to wash up on her shore
to her door
for years...

what is the difference between a song and a poem if the song has no melody yet?

meh