tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65970477199969340832024-03-04T22:39:05.542-08:00f e nfen 1 |fen|
noun
a low and marshy or frequently flooded area of land : a flooded fen | 55 acres of fen.
fen 2 |fɛn| |fʌn|
noun ( pl. same)
a monetary unit of China, equal to one hundredth of a yuan.fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-47461076718051107702011-02-07T21:31:00.000-08:002011-02-07T21:31:23.251-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JGg0AiJ7-OYXBalhTZ76IAI-ssSyD87mpVL5i396b3e_DXOdSDDUJEeJdXLa95Wm-DbweDfMLucO1KgYTWX2qu4-BlW5Z5LzA_2ipcBnaK4pJHW316X4c25b3zm1zfAAYoNUJuW_8qwQ/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JGg0AiJ7-OYXBalhTZ76IAI-ssSyD87mpVL5i396b3e_DXOdSDDUJEeJdXLa95Wm-DbweDfMLucO1KgYTWX2qu4-BlW5Z5LzA_2ipcBnaK4pJHW316X4c25b3zm1zfAAYoNUJuW_8qwQ/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">winter</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">is the time for grizzly bear, </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">thus I intend to master every song.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">it's a chinese new year resolution of mine</span></span>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-23997679969821971392010-11-17T16:57:00.000-08:002010-11-17T16:57:10.588-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>the incessant chill in my house</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>is deafening . its poison engulfs my thoughts</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>accumulating in the back of my mind</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>collecting like dust in the cracks</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>it erodes my soul</b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I stand in a treeless field with no path</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">no compass.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">only the brown grass, </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">bending under the weight of the still falling snow,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">filling my tracks as I wander</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the pallor of the landscape</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a soundless, majestic dessert.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the colourless sky,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">indiscernible from the country,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">has lost her horizon in grey</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the whole dome of heaven</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">is one winter cloud </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">shrouding the sun, </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">detaching her warmth</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the hour is late</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">my fingers grow numb </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I feel my heart slow</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I feel my thoughts slow</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I sink into snow</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">etcetera</span></span>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-6893526114316113872010-10-13T15:04:00.000-07:002010-10-13T15:11:45.543-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5kS18IUdGJH1rfnwz-GhxZ0HNSIOrwLS9s6RzuRd6qIg_PHSq60Q7cMP9FEFGVynQF1fv3PuKZrqbdIxFBSqZf5gOU36icgEpxl6KeU_fHLa8XQU-CCVXWENCKVqNEyvq1av9aVfBWIf/s1600/IMG_9624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I am ancient</b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>too late to claim my life, </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>too old to change</b></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Who can bend</b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>with the river's every move?</b></span></span></i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pR5Df-B9Z4CvP9vi4X3JxmmeMTGs3IkD9QwTiYaCPxv3Sg7W3muUtEGpxMqpQLJ1P5hXovPmzLV32ipLzyJhbryg88JcXyLxNfsZa0n2rzevjNYlO9l5xMgftRlJnX4SaKbDb5tXcEIe/s1600/IMG_9624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pR5Df-B9Z4CvP9vi4X3JxmmeMTGs3IkD9QwTiYaCPxv3Sg7W3muUtEGpxMqpQLJ1P5hXovPmzLV32ipLzyJhbryg88JcXyLxNfsZa0n2rzevjNYlO9l5xMgftRlJnX4SaKbDb5tXcEIe/s640/IMG_9624.JPG" width="480" /></span></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A rod and a staff. </span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">How I crave the solace</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A quiet life to live + serve well.</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">far from the murmur</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the wagging eyes , the shuffling bodies</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Where in the wide</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">can I go and not be seen?</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Evaporate from my nation</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">my contorted tribe</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My stolen life</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">forced into the grooves</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of a collective dream</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the vapid gleam</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of a society given to bondage</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Indeed, I am a citizen </span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of the valley devoid,</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the city of the swelling </span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of the resonance of noise</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">at the clamor of imprudence,</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">my heart grows sick</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the chatter of monkeys </span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">withers my ears</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">where can I seek the wise,</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">who can I entrust myself to?</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to whom can I devote my time, </span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">where shall I invest my thoughts?</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">is there not one man left</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">not even one</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Who knows yet,</span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the fear of the Lord</span></span></i>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-32061263266667467132010-10-07T20:19:00.000-07:002010-10-13T14:54:13.817-07:00hm mm m the sun feels so good.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgXieWrLAsogRfTWeq2zxDM_0_PnFf0j2HCeNzfs495GxWZzLaXNUp7Bv335WsghqbekMhX4nXIwF1ritfbHodzkZhn1s4XafMcCK2b6OLHokW5M4IhpZ8PZ8tuQ8t1azl6XpEOCpJruJ/s1600/IMG_9422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgXieWrLAsogRfTWeq2zxDM_0_PnFf0j2HCeNzfs495GxWZzLaXNUp7Bv335WsghqbekMhX4nXIwF1ritfbHodzkZhn1s4XafMcCK2b6OLHokW5M4IhpZ8PZ8tuQ8t1azl6XpEOCpJruJ/s320/IMG_9422.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">trace a passage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to the north</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">following the currents</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">of a gently </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">soughing earth</div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-73627615244438889332010-09-14T19:03:00.000-07:002010-10-13T19:35:28.063-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHOJi6lwRQydrSctg7wryn0QBFonmdUTtJ4S2LsHLCu-XPVXush-EjQbgwUJYdNYx6Y1bggAn59ror1EOz6vUS2ERQptuhPpu7m67cWLfaxP9honAEFn8EaZYafjxS759KDD3zAMdd53T/s1600/IMG_4640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHOJi6lwRQydrSctg7wryn0QBFonmdUTtJ4S2LsHLCu-XPVXush-EjQbgwUJYdNYx6Y1bggAn59ror1EOz6vUS2ERQptuhPpu7m67cWLfaxP9honAEFn8EaZYafjxS759KDD3zAMdd53T/s400/IMG_4640.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>the cold | and clumsy | of | tight skin | in | bitter winds | off the | waves and the brine | of the light rail train | shivering bodies on the coastal shelf | muttering softly | and the leaves are chattering also | the sun | she ebbs and flows | gracious days | then abandonment | I think | she belongs to a different city | . | that she smiles on a greener place somewhere else | she smiles with promise for them | and our humble city washes out gray | soaked in weeks of rain | the ground | pervaded | with frozen worms | and on the traintracks | I spy | a lifeless bird | slowly and softly decomposingfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-56013160515972403362010-09-07T23:11:00.000-07:002010-09-07T23:11:38.427-07:00this was written by hannah minick, I take no credit<br />
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-also I recommend you read the lyrics (and other lovely thoughts,)<br />
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<a href="http://cassandracracks.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<br />
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just strumming along,<br />
thinking aloud in a way I often do, so..<br />
not too serious, but its a wonderful poem:<br />
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<a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4117825/tomorrow%20%2B%20tomorrow.mp3">Tomorrow + Tomorrow</a><br />
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(click the link above to listen and download)fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-84329794562243120682010-08-31T21:48:00.000-07:002010-08-31T21:48:41.392-07:00today, playing covers of<br />
Cotton Jones + Beach House<br />
in the basement.<br />
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<a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4117825/gotta%20cheer%20up2.mp3">{Gotta Cheer Up} </a><br />
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-one of my favourite songs of all timefenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-7835214867939331832010-08-30T19:48:00.000-07:002010-08-30T19:48:39.733-07:00viewpoint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xp6bqFs9l04ZPeDXi_wtEWtGjcQgpjZGg7rvHuMwBRtzt8BYTZoXbbLFGXtn5o665e-PsoqTXEgQWCOPVi_mttkdl0foAlusIkj7sYZ-y2DHkUm8ZTdgx5f4caeDs0okvezYRFF7MG9W/s1600/IMG_8608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xp6bqFs9l04ZPeDXi_wtEWtGjcQgpjZGg7rvHuMwBRtzt8BYTZoXbbLFGXtn5o665e-PsoqTXEgQWCOPVi_mttkdl0foAlusIkj7sYZ-y2DHkUm8ZTdgx5f4caeDs0okvezYRFF7MG9W/s320/IMG_8608.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPMiPDoFG_XbmiHQgSb2HXOeapZnXJ8cUF4V28SE04mm4A224OMvDwal8kn-wqAzM282_gUdwqIsqSMMYwKoBfZjiIPxNHsTxxggbWs20nRPDeiLdfmqDYQnhHEGTcG2qhPjTmQFlLPA3/s1600/IMG_8613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPMiPDoFG_XbmiHQgSb2HXOeapZnXJ8cUF4V28SE04mm4A224OMvDwal8kn-wqAzM282_gUdwqIsqSMMYwKoBfZjiIPxNHsTxxggbWs20nRPDeiLdfmqDYQnhHEGTcG2qhPjTmQFlLPA3/s320/IMG_8613.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHfxmtvwOJLsIhQuG2tcyG2rXCE6s9t8zmftxjCsR5K7FTmFVuoWoXOv22CFj3ndHXvNGZbPccEdFsml8m1maV0OaeY_gNjTiBUF2mKYdemlsSyd4uHVzWHLanN8O5P2qD87yxkC7Dj56/s1600/IMG_8617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHfxmtvwOJLsIhQuG2tcyG2rXCE6s9t8zmftxjCsR5K7FTmFVuoWoXOv22CFj3ndHXvNGZbPccEdFsml8m1maV0OaeY_gNjTiBUF2mKYdemlsSyd4uHVzWHLanN8O5P2qD87yxkC7Dj56/s320/IMG_8617.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">soft, feathery split-ends. so thin she becomes transparent and almost spectral</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-I like old ladies with long hair like this</span></span></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-35849219487871543322010-08-16T07:40:00.000-07:002010-08-16T07:47:37.878-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtnvxEBOhmuBaBBxEqNwTlfJQkXQso0vU7fcl8By7SUhA5nhkctcEuKKejBNdapalYdUDZttvQlZ_XwSGT0ZSV3y3YxApGBEytikH5_sksBYenEjlhPSIYs_GibwVb7Z8LVo9wHcf5POy/s1600/IMG_7995_2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtnvxEBOhmuBaBBxEqNwTlfJQkXQso0vU7fcl8By7SUhA5nhkctcEuKKejBNdapalYdUDZttvQlZ_XwSGT0ZSV3y3YxApGBEytikH5_sksBYenEjlhPSIYs_GibwVb7Z8LVo9wHcf5POy/s200/IMG_7995_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506017960355866610" /></a><br /><div>something about this picture strikes me as odd, </div><div>but I cant quite figure what it is</div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-26626967921912398532010-07-29T21:59:00.000-07:002010-07-29T22:08:02.199-07:00Pure and Lovely<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">this is song number two on the piano,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">its not actually called pure + lovely, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">-it stemmed from another song I was writing and I just </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">needed the first line to help me remember the melody.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">its just a thought, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">not complete, doesnt fit with the other song either, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but if I was with you we'd probably be sitting in your livingroom or mine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">talking and playing around on the piano so, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">if this is the closest we can come..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">feel free to click the orange link below and download</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">{<a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4117825/pure%20%2B%20lovely2.mp3">pure + lovely</a>}</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">pure and lovely</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">wholly let me</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">fall to love, oh God.</span></i></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-19180598247471809822010-07-23T01:04:00.000-07:002010-07-23T01:13:41.319-07:00I love you like the little bird<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ive made up my mind</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">this is the time to relegate</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">no need to remind,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">scans are unkind a lot of times</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but Ive tried</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ive tried to write</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">what was in my head, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">what was in my head</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">sometimes I feel </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I feel so obsolete</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">because the kids want a faster beat</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and if I was free, free to leave</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but its my kids,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">they need to eat..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I love you its true, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4117825/I%20love%20you%20like%20the%20little%20bird.mp3">I love you like the little bird. </a> (-click to listen)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">no need to remind</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">life is unkind a lot of times</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but its my kids, they need to eat</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but its my kids, they need to eat</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">---------------------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">from: Ghosts of the Past.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">{Starflyer 59.}</span></i></div></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-21387443608872668162010-04-16T00:21:00.000-07:002010-04-16T00:25:09.363-07:00snow pirates and bicycles?A song for Terence To. <div>who rides his bicycle to school in the cold toronto winters. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4117825/The%20Northern%20Wave%201.mp3">{click to download}</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message">--<br />in the wake<br />of toronto's soul<br />Im sailing on the northern wave<br />in the peace<br />of an empty street<br />Im drifting over sun + space<br /><br />early light<br />turns the white<br />snow pink Im<br />promised to the rolling waves<br />frothy foam<br />on a garden gnome<br />like brine<br />is stinging at my face<br /><br />----------<br />I ride my bike<br />in the tiretracks of the cars<br />wind fills my sail,<br />with my eye<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; ">s stung closed I<br />cant see where<br />we are.<br />---------<br /><br />Im the captain,<br />the castaway,<br />I navigate suburban bays<br />in the peace<br />of an empty street<br />Im drifting over frozen waves<br /><br /></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><br />Biking in the snow<br />is a dangerous pastime<br />gripping at my throat<br />like an ancient pirate<br />fingers made of ice<br />caught me by surprise<br />Im never coming home.<br /><br /><br />{let the wind carry me home}--</span></span></h3></span></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-62021819575636538062010-04-13T19:01:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:06:04.794-07:001 Thessalonians 5:14-18<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">My Dad</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">used to listen to scripture memory tapes, and I thought it was the most annoying thing in the world. But the other day I realized I STILL remember those songs, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">so hey, if it works...</span></span></div><div><br /></div>1 Thessalonians 5:14-18<div><a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4117825/1Thessalonians%205_14-18.mp3">{click here}</a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-19983018032992310082010-03-25T02:47:00.000-07:002010-03-25T03:23:35.691-07:00Morellas Forest.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaglZjuNfRlO4EndYYdUP4ZYCTPW42Gui5bUlwhpAbrfz3xwtDMAcOs6K0F0p34HZU6N7oLkq1Vdqn8zU-nw6SvuihoV76OKWwa9zt0pj8Fo7Hxs_Z_mzkP7Ld3T0lv3lC0UMtig2JcR0/s1600/IMG_8876.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEispKfJaa00DxOh546bX8ER6a26utytU5NNfZj1rf78rpct8VMEvD3OFOPZpTtdjGPIkFdm1PUvxrGFVQaAyS7XYijuiiDjEbMhM53XXr5I9dP1GGt-wHpWTSJJxs5aq-AwnJKujk1eo5Oz/s1600/IMG_8970.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEispKfJaa00DxOh546bX8ER6a26utytU5NNfZj1rf78rpct8VMEvD3OFOPZpTtdjGPIkFdm1PUvxrGFVQaAyS7XYijuiiDjEbMhM53XXr5I9dP1GGt-wHpWTSJJxs5aq-AwnJKujk1eo5Oz/s200/IMG_8970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452514863650492402" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; ">Back in 1992 </li><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; ">my destiny was stolen from me.</li><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; ">stolen quickly and painlessly </li><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; ">while I was still young and naive </li><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><br /></li></ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 46.0px Optima">Morella's Forest</p></span></div><div>From the corridors of Dayton Ohio,</div><div>emerged a space-age, garage-pop</div><div>shoegazing, noise pop band</div><div>who unknowingly happened upon the greatest band name in the world.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Morella, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">is a great name by the way.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><li style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">topographic name for someone who lived where brambles grew, </span></li><li style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">from Old Sicilian </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">morella</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">, Sicilian </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">mureddha</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> ‘blackberry’. </span></li><li style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Morellas is also found as a Greek family name.</span></li><li style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div><br /></div><div>I will never forgive myself for being born too late to claim this name as my own. </div><div>alas, it is lost. it evades me like fog to the touch, lost like a gold coin in the ocean !</div><div>boo hoo.</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div></span></span></li></ol></span>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-83696043870017139932010-02-23T03:33:00.000-08:002010-02-23T04:09:09.664-08:00What I love about Kerry Wade.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><div>listen and download:</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nzfed4gmzy0">Shes so Sci Fi</a></span></span><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nzfed4gmzy0"></a><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nzfed4gmzy0"><click></click></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">SHES SO SCI FI</span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">where is she now, in time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and which dimension?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">has she rejoined the Hong Kong Cavaliers</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[in the future]</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we know its bright, and gold</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">kerry has told me so</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">shes like a light</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">alone in time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">shes a little sci fi dear,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">its in her veins</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">she rides with johnny on the monorail</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to future earth,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to outer space</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">where is she now, in time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and which dimension?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">has she become</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a bounty hunter cold</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[in the future]</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">+ where you are</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">is where you go</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">as banzai told her so,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">out on the edge</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">of space and time alone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and its no surprise she gets underrated...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">always somewhere else.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">shes a little sci fi dear</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">its in her veins</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">she rides with johnny on the mono</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">fading into deep deep space,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a different place.</span></div></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-49328437256314696882010-02-12T10:13:00.000-08:002010-02-12T10:33:07.169-08:00flora/fauna<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Housekeeping.</span> I am, as of now, going through the old songs and trying to be diligent about tightening up loose ends.. -also finishing a good number of the songs that I recorded as skeletons. This proves to be........... a lot harder than I thought it would be. Why is it so much easier to record something the day you write it? </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">attempt no. 1</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yt0zgaom5my">a revised flora/fauna</a>. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I started recording, way back when.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the comment I got most often was that the guitar is too loud so we cant hear the words. I managed to move out of that phase for a while but I think Im back in it again. I dunno.. when I stop paying attention, it eventually lends itself to shoegaze, and honestly I just cant get enough of that. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-not to say that Im particularly pleased with the wall of sound present in the second half of this song... I definitely envisioned it differently, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-but I could easily say the same of every song Ive ever tried recording. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">note to self: how did I end up with more loose ends than when I started?</span></span></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-1765807364703162062010-02-10T08:44:00.000-08:002010-02-10T09:03:16.267-08:00I Never Learned Piano<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I have a brother named Jared,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and he is a few years younger than me.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But it doesnt matter how old he is, he excels at everything he puts his hand to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When we were kids, he would try to do anything that I did, and he could always do it faster or better than I could. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Once when I was ten I started learning piano from my mom. As soon as I started, Jared decided he wanted to start, and he played much better than I did.. so I gave up and never looked back. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">when I stopped, Jared never learned any more either, ha ha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and that is my sad tale about why I never learned to play the piano</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">this is much experimentation + time wasted at the keyboard:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Glory Of <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mzfmazwr0tu">{click to download}</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>-Megan</div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-10125232083455340152010-02-09T07:51:00.000-08:002010-02-10T07:06:35.010-08:00Fleeting Bird<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">what is a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">fleeting bird</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I meant for this song to be something of a riddle, but I never had too many people venture guesses at what it meant... actually I dont think I had anyone venture guesses. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I wrote this song, almost immediately there were two versions</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I still dont know how that happened or which came first, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">was I dreaming when I wrote this? do I have multiple personalities?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">no. I just have seriously embarrassing memory problems. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">------------------------------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the version most people voted for has been deemed </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Version A [-for obvious reasons.]</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to me it sounds like a younger time, like you were just figuring out what fleeting bird even meant, and now you are about to go out into the world.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div>Version A <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gzlltgjqxnd">{download me}</a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Version B, I much preferred.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but it didnt receive any good feedback so I took it off purevolume to save space for so many new projects. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It sounds like looking back.. like someone much closer to death, having lost a lot of opportunities already and considering the last few before the hourglass is empty, you know? </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Version B <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jty1nzqmwxm">{download me}</a></div><div><br /></div><div>-Megan</div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-64971766871109878332010-02-09T07:35:00.000-08:002010-02-09T07:48:14.839-08:00Greetings.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">in the beginning the world was a . ..</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">alright. so its been a long time.. lots of music has been posted to purevolume and that has been really great ! but Ive decided to try a blog for music, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a. because then I actually have room to talk about the stuff Im posting and get feedback</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">b. because I have too much time on my hands.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">essentially I am a professional time waster. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-but enough about that</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">music is coming, and thats all that matters. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I plan on figuring this thing out a . s . a . p . and then the magic begins. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Miss Feniak</span></span></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-5291842516650320272009-10-13T01:20:00.000-07:002009-10-13T01:40:38.106-07:00{do you have any ideas?}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOBBvyR-TN8ofLP5gcMBkBsxbesMI2tojy6Yo2MjLB3d6j_2bjG7hNpcsKylBx5in5YnOdIRPzL5ppmSOhOb2gvqdjI36G8SkD1bWzOO6vRzoU3I1rsO0KRBUC4goHLWWmZ4xdN0myKrS/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOBBvyR-TN8ofLP5gcMBkBsxbesMI2tojy6Yo2MjLB3d6j_2bjG7hNpcsKylBx5in5YnOdIRPzL5ppmSOhOb2gvqdjI36G8SkD1bWzOO6vRzoU3I1rsO0KRBUC4goHLWWmZ4xdN0myKrS/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391997722902188194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11nQiqBHzLT96WrO8cRm8c8xUg1GheT-ou_uHCLWqFkUME_B8ZhJJS0QFocKB8bDrJUCwKkh9yjuVI-ePr7jciSJwYwzDqijXfESXiu-P2EI2OBtMyGaMBs7Mf28WbHrtYvQzLH_IjNlm/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11nQiqBHzLT96WrO8cRm8c8xUg1GheT-ou_uHCLWqFkUME_B8ZhJJS0QFocKB8bDrJUCwKkh9yjuVI-ePr7jciSJwYwzDqijXfESXiu-P2EI2OBtMyGaMBs7Mf28WbHrtYvQzLH_IjNlm/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391997138194168754" /></a>we are just scraping the surface, basically..<div><br /></div><div><div>-of understanding</div></div>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-78922212180469127762009-10-05T08:26:00.000-07:002009-10-05T08:52:42.711-07:00elocution<div>if the entire world </div><div>is a symphony,</div><div>I am its listener.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I am its listener,</div><div>the world is my mask</div>for I open my mouth and I am the raging sound of Babel.fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-52136997510130524692009-05-09T09:32:00.000-07:002009-05-09T09:42:30.484-07:00Three Months in Bed<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I wake up<br />miraculously whole<br />head still full of this dream, eyes shot smoky red<br />mouth still full of ash<br />and i crawl away from my thoughts<br />-leave them there<br /><br />I stumble away<br />clumsy me<br />with my feet in the same worn places<br />Ive been putting them all year<br />-fingerprints for a wasted life<br />where does it go<br />where did i go?<br />I just keep waking up<br />and wondering how i got here<br />here under the window, cold and wet<br />wandering from one end of the room<br />to the other and back<br />is like crossing black oceans in this mind<br />pacing the pacific<br />it just goes on forever,<br />racing time<br />and my question<br />into the horizon where i might let it stay for a while<br />leave it there, stumble back into these footsteps<br />someone whispers in my ear<br />friend or foe?<br />is still unclear<br />but smoke pours through my windows<br />and i wake up suffocating,<br />cant remember if the smoke poured<br />in or out of this blazing room<br />damsel red<br />to september pumpkins<br />everything is still<br />I wake up in a beam of gold<br />I wake up<br />miraculously whole<br />head still full of this dream<br />eyes shot smoke red<br />mouth still full of ash<br />and i crawl away from my thoughts</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">-------------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Thursday, December 13 'o7</span>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-24654957470481652462009-03-23T09:38:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:43:10.020-07:00"what are your thoughts"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuHluLvOyiCRd4zBDLnLx0NEgKuaIKaCB_UmyfwZUWvDR3EMOI0Z9oYn3NDyFfymUryXFwyWXL-0cT5ZUhpAe7sCw7BKOwzBzl6CZ3aMBTExfseGgdOQOr8cTfdgp2X_JrypcKxuETB1M/s1600-h/IMG_5310.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuHluLvOyiCRd4zBDLnLx0NEgKuaIKaCB_UmyfwZUWvDR3EMOI0Z9oYn3NDyFfymUryXFwyWXL-0cT5ZUhpAe7sCw7BKOwzBzl6CZ3aMBTExfseGgdOQOr8cTfdgp2X_JrypcKxuETB1M/s320/IMG_5310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424119703556354" /></a>fenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525483673172467840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597047719996934083.post-61974604814141525992009-03-23T09:16:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:38:37.996-07:00hannah, I stole a line of yours. eye for an eye, I always say.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiER9Aus1TtnmaYRD40pXU2plH6siwLzSyh9aovHtDiQktFRo5Ho5hXwXnSR0o965oRu0H_ArLOrrXSjNFDzikOrhdEDWs6Ui8Qfey9IWKnlkBkkM3-HKFycbgJ0aaTSLRbBu46a8ZTe5V/s1600-h/IMG_5297.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; 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