No good.

I miss you.

a lot.

My music interest has been deciphered by the Music Genome Project as follows: a subtle use of vocal harmony, repetitive melodic phrasing, mixed acoustic and electric intrumentation, major key tonality, electric rhthym guitars, and (last but not least) offensive lyrics.

awesome.

Michael Jackson has died, almost like he was human?? nah.

I've invested 101,119 dollars in stock. I've profited 3,000 overnight, not too shabby.

I also feel like writing today, so later I believe I'll do just that.

Children of the Spring

Secrets told in higher places,
Feeble holds on all prior traces,
We are far off, together and alone

Our skin is soft and loved by sunlight
Fire flies sing tales of fire fights
Fought right where we stand, bullets shot between our hands

Lets stay here, where only love is constant
Lets stay here, where the river knows our name
I'll run my fingers through your hair,
Your touch will leave me lying there
And our lovesong will ring
over hills and children of the spring

All evil things behind us now,
We fell in love and we both know how
We've grown into musicians, composing selfless dispositions

We set out to find ourselves together,
In your baggy jeans and my fathers leather,
We have arrived, and the sky has kissed your weary eyes

Lets stay here, where only love is constant
Lets stay here, where the river knows our name
I'll run my fingers through your hair,
Your touch will leave me lying there
And our lovesong will ring
over hills and children of the spring

Lets stay here, and nurture what we're given
Lets stay here, and live for what it's worth,
We'll get old and stay like this,
And in spite of all these things,
Our lovesong will ring forever, sung by children of the spring.


-E.p.
© 2009