Dmitiri Martin is the shit!

Well actually I don't know if he's credited with that one, but I thought I remember him saying that one...either way, he's still the shit

 

A song without music is a poem...

"Train Song" By Danny Cox:

In that magic mystic, noctic hour,
when the moon is shining oh so bright
as to make your eyes play tricks
so you can't tell if it is day or night;
you might hear the silent whistle
blowing from an unscheduled train,
You might hear that old conductor call your name.

Don't be afraid, get on board, this train will see you through...
Sit right down, prop your mind up on the seat in front of you.
Don't be afraid, get on board, this train is glory bound...
If you can pick it up, this train can lay it down.

It may not come when you want it, but it's right on time...

You know it's a one way ticket, when you take the ride,
'cause even if the train should bring you back,
You're gonna find you're on the other side.
Now some folks take the train, mama, just to say they've been
but who can you talk to, what can you say,
when you find yourself, blowin' on the wind?

and it may not come when you want it, but it's right on time...

Far between the hour that you thought
that you had lost and the on that you were sure has never been;
you might feel the warm glow of a silver headlight
from a train that's blowing on the wind.

Don't be afraid, get on board, this train will see you through...
Sit right down, prop your mind up on the seat in front of you.
Don't be afraid, get on board, this train is glory bound.
If you can pick it up, this train can lay it down.

It may not come when you want it,
but it's right on time.

 

Where The Sidewalk Ends > *****

 

A Light in the Attic > Where the Sidewalk Ends

 

The Yellow River by I.P. Freely>A Light in the Attic

 

Under the Bleachers by Seymore Butts > The Yellow River by I.P. Freely

 

the first one i can remember memorizing was by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Arrow & the Song

I shot an Arrow into the air
It fell to earth I know not where,
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breath'd a Song into the air
It fell to earth, I know not where.
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterward in an oak
I found the Arrow still unbroke;
And the Song from begining to end
I found again in the heart of a friend.

 

wait so he killed his friend :wtc:

 

Footprints in the sand

 

wtf are you talking about?!?!?!?! did you even read it?
:hahano: :crazyr: