song with no tune

The Lost Music was his way of talking about the way he believed that old wives' tales and dance tunes and folktales were just the tangled echoes of something that's not quite of this world ... something we all knew once, but have forgotten since.

• Part One: The Hidden People, "The Quarrlsome Piper"

-Charles de Lint

Aroused from the dreariness of life,

By the four knocks of fate,

A light in that dark hour of your strife,

A partner in your hour of hate...

Pull your soul out above this damn monotony,

And dance to that thunderous beat,

To name it a song or divine symphony,

The creator himself will stop in awe for this...his creation's feat.

When the entire world screams at you ...

You turn this song up... a few notches up ...just a few

Shut their trap it sure does, like the fall of cold rain

On dry minds... gone insane ,them hearts gone inhumane.

And it settles down again and the darkness shall creep once more

For this is no bards tale, no happy ending in store,

And you cower down under the laughter of fools.

Masters of nothing, slaves to their own tools.

No hope, no ray of light whence backed up alone in that corner of yours,

And beyond hope ,beyond all cures...

You see the baton in your hand ,

And you turn up the volume once more ...

And you make your final stand...

Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.

(Conversations,1804)

Ich werde im Himmel hören! (I will hear in heaven!)

Said on his deathbed,1827(Last words)

-LVB

-mithrandir

Anger: rewind...

All the world is mad, except thee and me, and even thee's a little mad at times.

Like an agitated stream my thoughts froth,

As a shackled beast his freedom denied,

Too much you love that your fury would loath,

Tortured mind, his love still defied.

Can I hate? Can I break? Can I smash and unleash the darkness within?

Old man! hunched low, shroud of peace and humble smile ,all but holy,

Are you annoyed hmmm? Are you irritated hmm? stored away in a corner from my kith and kin,

Shift of stance... poised to strike... glance that says...are you watching closely ...

Shroud is torn... sky is cast... hell break loose,

Theres something crawling in the night,

Halo or horn I'm no ones to choose,

My anger is my pain and my love my might .

Can I lay blame? Can I share my pain?

Oh really I can?

Please ...Away! my hatred is nobody's to scan

Leave me be... leave me be

I have nothing! no more... my life... my love... my soul

It is all for you to see

Withered wand and and shattered whole...

Passerby pass me by,

My anger lost, for love I find

The hour is dark, the end is nigh

Old ways will die, when teeth will grind,

Through dark ways he comes with light anew,

Fathom over the riddle ,over this confused cue

If there is an answer, it is for no one to find...

An uncoiled spring... always left to wind ...

what was i thinking ...

I got bored...

For every action there is an equal and opposite government program.

Government philosophy: If it ain't broke, fix it 'til it is.

You live and learn. At any rate, you live

He’s got bubbles in his think tank.

It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes

How long is a piece of string?

Ninety-nine percent of all statistics are made up on the spot

I'm not as think as you drunk I am.

Logic is the art of going wrong with confidence.

The death of three civilians and a dog causes uproar and sadness. The death of 20,000 soldiers causes dissatisfaction.

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by

Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner

It is easier to create naked art than it is to create clothed porn.

book of forgotten memories

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.

-Oscar Wilde

Train tickets and movies gone by,

Stuff which made all of us smile and may be in dark corners cry.

Of photos and lost words many which will not reach the page,

Unwritten stories from a long forgotten sage.

Dates and times and days and rhymes,

Fixed frames and animated blurs,

Of sketched faces and erased lines,

Them ragged lines for them forgotten funny times.

Namless faces on blank pages all in an unwritten scrawl,

Of days marched by and love come shy.

For poking chides and tears to fall,

For words which mean nothing.

And nothing that means so much more...

For a lonely soul when love is amiss,

Tears do fall on those blank pages like a long forgotten kiss.

Through blurred lines and dark thought,

The cover is closed to find that which is most sought.

A man's real possesion is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

• -Alexander Smith

To kiddo!

It doesn't matter if the pillars stand or if they fall,

No matter what the trouble is or the hour when you call,

At days break and night's shade ,

Your friends will be there ,even though all else will fade.

No matter how far you go nor how long you're gone,

You can count on us kiddo when you're forsaken and forlorn,

Whether you require a sword's sharp wit or brute force by your side,

We'll be there at the turn of the tide.

Let the bombs burst and the people fall... nothings the matter,

My friend,we'll make merry ,eat and grow old and get fatter!

We'll share all your joys and all your sorrow,

Whether it be gone or if it waits for the morrow.

happy bday ip'ben!!

GAFF...

i give you a new character .....GAFF......dont wanna explain his personality.....just tag along and u'll know.....hope u like it..