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June 3rd, 2008

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01:29 pm - I'll let you know when Stravinsky has a hit.

Frank, Charlie
We're opening up doors singing, "Here we are!"
We're filling up days on a dime.
That far away shore's looking not too far.
We're following every star.
There's not enough time!

We're opening doors singing, "Look who's here!"
Beginning to sail on a dime.
That far away shore's getting very near.
We haven't a thing to fear.
We haven't got time.

C: (This is just a draft.)
F: (Right)
C: (Probably it stinks.)
F: (Right.)
C: (I haven't had the time to do a polish.)
F: (Listen!)
C: Right! Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do!
They're always popping their cork (I'll fix that line!)
The cops, the cabbies, the sales girls up at Sax.
You have to have a real taste for maniacs,
Suddenly I do!
Who wants to live in New York?
I always hated the dirt, the heat, the noise.
But ever since I met you I...

listen boys,
Maybe it's me.
But that's not just a hummable, lummable, lovable melody.
They're slamming the doors singing, "Go away."
It's less of sail than a climb.
That far away shore's farther everyday.
We're learning to ricochet,
We still have a lot to say!
We're banging on doors, shouting "Here again!"
We're risking it all on a time.
That far away shore's looking near again,
The only thing is left is when.
We know we should count to 10.
We haven't got time.

Current Mood: excitedexcited
Current Music: Merry We Roll Along "Opening Doors"

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[User Picture]
Date:June 3rd, 2008 11:26 pm (UTC)
you have so been Miss Posty Pants today!

[User Picture]
Date:June 4th, 2008 01:01 am (UTC)
I know. I'm crazy hyper.
[User Picture]
Date:June 4th, 2008 10:12 am (UTC)
I think that "hyper" isn't a strong enough term. I much prefer the Bujold-written, Miles Vorkosigan (shortly after losing his memory) delivered term yiper.

Abruptly, he remembered what was so important about fast penta. "Fas-pent'--makesmeyper". She shook her head in non-comprehension. "Yiper", he reiterated, out of a mouth that seemed to be seizing up in spasms. He wanted to talk. A thousand words rushed to his tongue, a chain-collision along his nerves.
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Date:June 4th, 2008 10:44 am (UTC)
I loved that scene so much! One night GEM and Hoppie were driving home from somewhere talking about how Hoppie is very much like Miles on Fast-Penta.

Don't go near her. She's mine! You hear! Mine!

Edited at 2008-06-04 10:45 am (UTC)

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