tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34236729524348370862012-02-16T20:44:14.080-08:00NIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798464551407299024noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423672952434837086.post-32970002411004012952011-03-09T21:56:00.000-08:002011-03-09T22:12:02.607-08:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNNp3ZwwPaY&tracker=False">TK</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423672952434837086-3297000241100401295?l=newideasociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798464551407299024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423672952434837086.post-19934457103976586272010-04-14T15:38:00.000-07:002010-11-19T20:38:05.589-08:00On my roof,<br />There is a dancing horses on my roof.<br />Singing songs all along,<br />tongue sung songs. <br /><br />The freedom in gallop,<br />banjos and bouquets. <br />Flower petals from clouds,<br />under hooves. <br /><br />Lavender, tulip, roses,<br />under hooves. <br />Twins in a womb,<br />gypsy music. <br /><br />Soft daggers downpour<br />over our soft hearts,<br />lavender hearts,<br />sleep as calm hearts.<br />It is everyone's breathing<br />strumming along.<br />This snowflake cover,<br />there is freedom in that gallop.<br />There are dancing horses on my roof,<br />Dancing horses on my roof.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423672952434837086-1993445710397658627?l=newideasociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798464551407299024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423672952434837086.post-29560026478961080012010-03-30T17:58:00.000-07:002010-03-30T18:33:25.909-07:00The rhythm of your words I don't understand<br />hang as grape vines singing in my mind.<br />And I am singing like a wine glass, <br />I mean, she's singing in my mind.<br /><br />I know I've never hung a halo,<br />or used chalk to draw a memory of you.<br />I've never hung a halo,<br />or used chalk to draw a memory of you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423672952434837086-2956002647896108001?l=newideasociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798464551407299024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423672952434837086.post-58296174694079551712009-12-20T23:11:00.000-08:002009-12-20T23:18:20.869-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBdMHykMQIY/Sy8f30RXj0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/iE8bfY7HbcI/s1600-h/SKY.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBdMHykMQIY/Sy8f30RXj0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/iE8bfY7HbcI/s320/SKY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417583920534753090" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423672952434837086-5829617469407955171?l=newideasociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798464551407299024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423672952434837086.post-5274980157054533782009-12-13T22:42:00.000-08:002009-12-20T23:17:48.377-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newideasociety.com/music"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBdMHykMQIY/SyXkkfhsOtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RiL6aq67uiU/s320/NIS+COVER+MASTER+SMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414985442572122834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://newideasociety.com/music"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Autumn</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">You</span></a> (click this to listen).<br /><br />I lost years to this.<br />I am not going home.<br />I am the one dying in your sun,<br />Though it is my fault I know.<br />I am crushed by the giant sounds<br />of your heart beating Autumn loud,<br />Autumn you,<br />Winter you,<br />Anyway away from you is not going home,<br />The paint on the wall shows through,<br />everywhere I go,<br />The spirits that float from your eyes,<br />Wander through my mind,<br />I am in your room by myself,<br />I am in your room with no one else.<br />No one else.<br /><br />I waited years for this,<br />Now I don't know what is home.<br />I don't know who I am at all,<br />Wordless, hollow.<br />Glass teeth and swollen eyes,<br />I am barely awake in this light,<br />Listening for <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>,<br />Listening for <span style="font-style: italic;">you.</span><br /><br />I move them all away,<br />I cast them all away,<br />For Autumn You,<br />Autumn You,<br />Autumn You,<br />Autumn You...<br /><br />"Where's home" you said, and glanced down the road awhile,<br />"Where's home" I said, "the blue badge of the Autumn sky,"<br />"Where's home" you said, "it is moving so fast it is hard to know,"<br />"Where's home" I said, "wherever it is you are."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423672952434837086-527498015705453378?l=newideasociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798464551407299024noreply@blogger.com0