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Anywho. I guess I should post something. I don’t think I have in a while. I’ve bee a bit obsessed with María, and a band that has become my second favorite group Gomez. Its insane that they being from England have managed to stay under my radar for the past 7 years. Even more impressive that I have heard one of their songs on a commercial about 4 years ago and didn't pay that much attention to them. I’m trying to think of friends of mine who would like then to. I can see Steve horning, long sleeve would “be down”, and I’m iffy about Andrea. They have songs that I can see her likening. Chris would say its garbage. I think being forced to listen to jam band music has mad me a bit more open to different music. I guess I could describe it as Radiohead had a kid with Phish and that kid in turn had a kid with a kid with a Spacehog/ Blur offspring
Or even more simple way of putting it, British pop rock did in a way that can be described and both folksy and spacey progressive, almost trippy rock. Or even simpler, what I would want to sound like if I had my own group. I always said if the Beatles where still making music now they would sound like Blur. I stand corrected. They would sound like Gomez.
Anyway I should give the poem. After all that was what I wanted to go on to this thing, this Livejournal, to post poems
#7
The part of me that’s a man can’t understand what is happening
It just smells and hears, taste and fears
It’s on its edge and it just feels
Like a body of stars
And so far they just met the nerve endings so beautifully
To fully take you all in would be too much for me
So for now I will only take part
And I will match in with that of me that is a man
On moon filled nights I let my mind take flight
You give me a taste, I little more then a sip
With a sway of your hips
And a wild whipping of your youthful imagination
The sensations overwhelm me
A young mans mutation of Ideas of what a woman is
I look at the cup of wine that is you
And wonder what a full glass would do to me
I see my face in the glass
And the ripples pass
As I nervously more and more, bring you to my lips
Sniffs for smells, sights and tales
Signs of what would happen
If I drank you Maria
Anywho. I guess I should post something. I don’t think I have in a while. I’ve bee a bit obsessed with María, and a band that has become my second favorite group Gomez. Its insane that they being from England have managed to stay under my radar for the past 7 years. Even more impressive that I have heard one of their songs on a commercial about 4 years ago and didn't pay that much attention to them. I’m trying to think of friends of mine who would like then to. I can see Steve horning, long sleeve would “be down”, and I’m iffy about Andrea. They have songs that I can see her likening. Chris would say its garbage. I think being forced to listen to jam band music has mad me a bit more open to different music. I guess I could describe it as Radiohead had a kid with Phish and that kid in turn had a kid with a kid with a Spacehog/ Blur offspring
Or even more simple way of putting it, British pop rock did in a way that can be described and both folksy and spacey progressive, almost trippy rock. Or even simpler, what I would want to sound like if I had my own group. I always said if the Beatles where still making music now they would sound like Blur. I stand corrected. They would sound like Gomez.
Anyway I should give the poem. After all that was what I wanted to go on to this thing, this Livejournal, to post poems
#7
The part of me that’s a man can’t understand what is happening
It just smells and hears, taste and fears
It’s on its edge and it just feels
Like a body of stars
And so far they just met the nerve endings so beautifully
To fully take you all in would be too much for me
So for now I will only take part
And I will match in with that of me that is a man
On moon filled nights I let my mind take flight
You give me a taste, I little more then a sip
With a sway of your hips
And a wild whipping of your youthful imagination
The sensations overwhelm me
A young mans mutation of Ideas of what a woman is
I look at the cup of wine that is you
And wonder what a full glass would do to me
I see my face in the glass
And the ripples pass
As I nervously more and more, bring you to my lips
Sniffs for smells, sights and tales
Signs of what would happen
If I drank you Maria