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J'aDesiré Cent Foisy
Pierre de Ronsard

J'ay desiré cent fois me transformer, et d'estre
Un espirit invisible, afin de me cacher
Au fond de vostre coeur, pour l'humeur rechercher
Qui vous fait contre moy si cruelle apparoistre.

Si j'estois dedans vous, au moins je serois maistre
De l'humeur qui vous fait contre l'Amour pecher,
Et si n'auriez ny pouls, ny nerfs dessous la chair,
Que je ne recherchasse à fin de vous cognoistre.

Je s¸aurois maugré vous et voz complexions,
Toutes voz volontez, et voz conditions,
Et chasserois si bien la froideur de voz veins,

Que les flames d'amour vous y allumeriez:
Puis quand je les voirrois de son feu toutes pleines,
Je me referois homme, et lors vous m'aimeriez.



Published On: 5/29/2008
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Group Name:

Animal Nation

Artists:

Steige 'Tall Man' Turner, Mike 'Armadillo Slim' Armitage.



How/What started Animal Nation?

Tall Man - An almost fight between me and Mike about whether or not a certain band was any good. I told him he wouldn't know good music if he made it himself. Turns out he did.

When did you decide that this was something that you two wanted to take to the next level?

TM - I don't remember taking it to the first level! Haha. I mean, it's been about ten billion tiny little baby steps, so it's been more of an uphill climb. Up a steep pitch. And we're both pulling really heavy refrigerators.

AS - And my refrigerator is filled with beer! (for a little while)

What’s your music background?

TM - I guess my dad used to play the drums. He was a studio musician for a while, but he hung up the kit when I was born, so I never really knew about that side of him until I found a drum kit in the garage one day. Jackpot!

AS - I don't have too much of a musical background besides the fact that I used to write a lot of poetry growing up. My mom tried to get me playing the piano and the violin when I was younger but I was too much of a rebel to listen to her. Momma's always right!

Who plays instruments?

AS - We have a house full of different instruments from slide whistles to potato shakers, but for the most part we just use them to jam out with. Steige plays the guitars and MPC and is getting good at the piano too. I just stick to the turntables and my voicebox mostly.

Take us through the process of creating a new song?

TM - We like drink until we blackout. That has nothing to do with creating a song, but we like to drink until we blackout.

AS - Its a really magical feeling knowing that you can create something besides a baby when you are drunk as a skunk and cruising in auto-pilot!

How do you guys get your beats? Do you create everything? Who is more into creating the beats and song flow?

TM - We gotsta do mad hutlez for beatzz! Sometimes we'll trade a beat we've made for a beat that we like that someone else has made. Sometimes we'll buy beats with money we've made selling our beats. Sometimes we'll make beats to use. Mike makes tons of beats, like a new one every other night. It's kind of ridiculous. He loves digging through old records and what not. I used to love the art of the chop (sampling), but I've gotten too much into listening to the music lately. And I always find it hard to sample a song that I want to keep listening to.

AS- The internet has played an integral role in the networking of Animal Nation which, in return, has allowed us to work with producers from all over the world. Hence the title, "TimeZone".

TM - As far as writing the song goes usually one of us will come up with the idea of the song, write a verse or a chorus for it, and give it to the other person. We'll pass it back and forth a few times, adding different parts, or changing the layout of a song, then record it. Recording the song completely changes the song. Halfway through recording you'll realize that you want to throw a couple instrumental bars in, or you'll want to take out the drum track for the second verse or something. Sometimes a song will take two hours to make, sometimes it will take two months.

What is your favorite song to perform?

TM - The corner of broadway. When we recorded it I recorded the entire song as a story, but when we do it live we go back and forth on nearly every line. It's cool to deconstruct and recreate your own music. Bop!

AS - I like to do the 'Aw Man Aw Well' remix produced by my man Matthias Relling in Germany. That one goes back and forth too and it relates to most people’s current financial situation. Cheery-O.

TM - I'm broke again! Aw man!

AS - Aw well.



What is a crowd favorite?

TM - I Never Cared (About the Troubles). That's the track right there! Scamp made the beat and it is amazing! We could have rapped about lasagna and it still would have been a good song. Although people seem to like that song we have about lasagna too, so who knows.

AS - Yeah that song pretty much appeals to everyone’s ear buds! Nuff said.

You guys have built your own recording studio at your place, how’s that?

AS - It’s awesome because we can do everything music related from our house but it sucks sometimes because we can’t always rock out as loud as we want due to the neighborly situation. Overall, it’s pretty convenient, though.

TM - People don't like harmonicas at 4 in the morning.

What was it like to be picked up by a record company? How is it?

TM - It was a thrill at first. Then we quickly started to realize that we could do everything that they can do, but we can do it without wasting time in meetings or wasting money on other people's efforts. I mean, I work 8 hours a day at my day job, then come home and spend another 8 hours doing music. I have no social life and I can't remember what kissing feels like, but at the end of the day we're the ones deciding how much we get out of it, and where we want to go with it. It rules.

AS - Yeah record labels pretty much suck.

You guys did a little trip over to Europe in the fall. How did people take to your shows?

AS - We got a great response from the Euro-Folk! People actually get into live performances and music in general over there. I just wish that all girls here looked like the ones in Denmark... DAMMMMN!

TM - I dunno man, the girls around here are pretty top notch. Too fine to give me any time, hah!

What’s the biggest/most publicity performance you guys have done?

AS - Thats a 3-way tie between the Telus Ski and Snowboard Festival, the pilot we filmed for MTV, and the morning news show we did for Global. The TWSSF was good because it was our first main stage act for a festival, the MTV pilot was awesome because all our fans/friends showed up to make the crowd rowdy, and the morning news was good because that was probably the biggest audience we've ever played for. Either way, they're all fun and games until somebody gets too hammered and needs to be carried home!

TM - Or loses two iPods on the same night.



Do you guys get to ride much?

TM - Dude! I got a pass super early this year because I was so stoked to get up on the hill, and I still haven't gone up once! Right before all the snow came I bought myself a fancy new guitar, so I've been spending most of my weekends locked up in the studio with my head in the clouds.

AS - I bunged up my shoulder early on this winter so I won’t be shredding again until spring. That’s ok, it’s not like this has been a good season or anything. NOT!

TM - Double NOT! Good luck untying that one.

Where can we hear your music?

TM - Check out our myspace page. That's easy. http://myspace.com/animalnation.

Where can we buy your music?

TM - Order it online at myspace for a hard copy, or iTunes for digital. You can get it in most indie record shops. If it's not on the shelves of your favorite record shop hold the place hostage with a butter knife and demand that they stock it!




Published On: 2/27/2008
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DESERT SONG

 

There's a man in the desert all alone,

he walks all around without a thought.

Goes on the path of a bird that's flown,

never a passion, a thing that's sought.

 

Seven horses run through the night,

the desert mile is a marathon.

Their strenghth dies, their legs give flight,

they lie hearing the wanderer's song.



Published On: 9/10/2007
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My Blog: me!!
By: grrlsk8ter


heyz everybody
my grades in school right now suck but my dad understands cuz its an advanced school. i'm currently very very busy. i dont think poetry is my forte anymore they all sound emo which i'm not. But my writing is taking off yay i just need to finish my novel and send it to an editor then cross your fingers it might be published.
Friday i sang my first song written completely by me at the coffeehouse thing my school did i think i sounded great even though i was very nervous. i'm going to keep working on it.
Right now i am currently still helping my father design his tatoos and i am planning to be a tatoo artist sometime in the future.
Thread fair is approaching fast. i just got some great material and will be working my ass off to finish making these clothes for the fashion show/competition there so awesome.
Currently i am single and hating it. guys here in austin must suck for not seeing how awesome i am. but i dont lose faith. my social life is booming my weekends are definatly busy and fun
this summer is going to be interesting. i usually go out of town to stay with my grandma well she moved out of state so i dont know anymore.
just one more year before i get my licencse and truck!
well my music taste is braodening so please send me new music to look up i love finding new cool music
well peace!
 
 
What truly matters in life? grades school a job a career money, all worthless . day to day working our fingers to the bones for what? yeah i'm somewhat smart but school seems so pointless at times. i dont want to be trapped in life by doing something i cant stand. in the end its the memories that matter memories of friends family happy times. in the end i wont care if i got an a on the stupid test or not i'm going to care about what i did in life. i'm going to care if i helped find the cure for some fatal disease. can the world please wake up inside and see money isn't the answer, money isnt happiness. money is corruption and greed.  i feel like a rambling fool lost in this caotic society. if i work hard on the things i dont like then i get less sleep get somewhat better grades and then things go wrong. i dont have bad luck just random things happen at random times. in the end what is best for the soul and happyness is much more important than what was better for school or a job. if i ever work in a real office i swear my clothes will never match! yes i do design clothes and see how aweful that could be but it would be so much fun not to care. right now i cant sleep and i have a stupid standerd required test tomarrow, thank you texas shove more pass the test or stay back a grade bs down my throat. he he i'm wearing pajamas tomarrow with big homer simpson slippers. and maybe even dorky pigtails, my hair is flaming orange so i'll add in some blotches and streaks of red and black just to distract the other kids from their tests.


Published On: 4/16/2007
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You think you’re pretty cool
when really, you're nothing but a fool
you try to say and do all the right things
but your flaw is imperfection
you would think with the world today
perfect doesn’t matter
it never really ends, from time to time
we change images, but never really change inside
they told us what beauty was and what it is,
Although it was once much different
girls weren't supposed to be size two
its all about you
and what you say
is different than what you do
you f*cking hypocrite
pick one,
sane, or not
back and forth, you're not so polite
its not like your supposed to
find my missing shoe
or point out my flaws
would you like that too?
I’ll count every misplaced hair on your head
and count all the words you say wrong
it bothers me
how you pretend to be
someone that your not
when I’m not around
you stab me in the back
I wish it would end,
but I've fallen back in
vomit up, you bulimic.


Published On: 3/12/2007
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"Basic Thugonomics"
by: John Cena

So, you think you're untouchable?

[Chorus (scratched) x2:]
Word life--this is Basic Thugonomics
Word life--I'm untouchable but I'm forcin' you to feel me

Whether fightin' or spittin' my discipline is unforgiven
Got you backin' up in a defensive position
An ass-kcikin' anthem, heavyweight or bantam
Holdin' camps for ransom, the microphone phantom
Teams hit the floor this the new fight joint
Like a broken needle kid you missin' the point
We dominate your conference with offense, that's no nonsense
My theme song hits, get you reinforcements
We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' night sticks
Bare-knuckled men through fight pits, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, you forgot like Alzhmiers
Two-face rappers walk away with four shiners
The raw rhymer, turnin' legends to old-timers
My incisors like a vipor bitin' through your one-liners
New DeadMan Inc., and we about to make you famous
Takin' over Earth and still kickin' in Uranus

[Chorus]

You ain't advanced enough to process,potential for medical concepts
Some objects are foreign, like Loch Ness
Arts and sex are complex regardless of your finesse or fitness is the condition of business
Your lame vision of a underground physical image
You're underneath to undermine your whole typical image
With the precision of percentages and the collision of sentences
Poetry beats your mics
We untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevasses
Streets unite, we rock righter with dumber beats
You cats couldn't come this hot ? in the summer heat
Forget two takes--kill your birds the first time
You better stay worthy of my filler of worse rhymes
I'm better than nice, check the veterans twice
You be beside your self with fear
I'll kill you and bury you twice despite the cover of night
Trackin' ya flight like guerrilla warfare
When the grass is dense
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Dead-da, when the lights, the mic is on
The crowd is dead like intermission and you on the Titan Tron


Published On: 2/2/2007
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This year is going to Be the Best year ever, reason Being, I finally get my driver's license, and we are going to do some radical Boarding. If only I can pass literature so Im counting on my smarts in Poetry and whatever I picked up for the "To Kill A MockingBird" Test. We're going Devil's Head this year Because the staff at Christmas Mtn. are craBBy all the time, dont ever go Boarding there or have a intertuBe party.

Published On: 12/7/2006
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A old man gave me a tip he said
dont waste your time with politics he said
just chase skirts instead
life is too short, and your almost dead he said
I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot
but never did I talk
if I had her back Id be as real as my age
I so dont blame them, I wouldnt do the same
but I can blame them, Id Sing her this

you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesnt fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip

and I think what I just wrote is going over my head
Im stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
Its just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesnt fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip

youre moving but not aware
yourre drowsy without a care
except keeping your whites behind your lids
and your lids are your best canvas
I can only imagine what your painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on your pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth

And you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesnt fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip

 
 
 αяιєє янιαηηє <.3
 
 


Published On: 11/13/2006
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He wrote his first story when he was six....The old black composition notebook was filled with a child's first attempt in writing in script. I was only a year younger and was impressed that I could actually read what he wrote in his articulate and inventive manner. To this day I still remember that story, about a school field trip that suddenly turned out to be the biggest mystery that our small town ever encountered. It was all coming from a mind of boy in the first grade.

He views the world around him as the dreamer that he is, finding inspiration in the littlest of things. His words transcends above actions, creatively telling someone he is fighting, loving, dreaming, living, without having to be literal which is the most difficult sometimes....

Since his first experience putting pen to paper, I have been inspired to write...He had taught me how to stand up for myself through my words, tell someone I love them, without having to speak, to share happiness with others, even if I am not with them, to see the world with a different set of eyes....To always continue to dream.........

He has left his story writing behind, but still writes more in rhyme and rhythm of poetry. Either way he's inspirational, and he is the reason I write.....

My brother is a local poet, in the New York City area.

He has performances monthly in various venues in Manhattan....

Check him out, alongside his writing partner........http://www.myspace.com/81549298

****Two Warriors******
 


Published On: 11/9/2006
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   Well, I love poetry, or atleast the way it sounds when being read! I couldn't really tell you what the diffrence between good and bad (is there such a thing?) poetry if it ran up behind me and bit me in the butt. But I'm willing to try and figure it out! There's one guy on here name Roemo something or something Romeo (?) and he has what seems to be good poetry! Anyway, you guys got it- I think, ang hope- I love poetry but can't understand half of it, if that makes any sence. Ok- I'll give it one more try at making it clear- I love poetry just because its poetry!
 
 
^sorry about all of that, babbling seems to be one of my charms.


Published On: 10/9/2006
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My Blog: Quote
By: caligirl120


"You aren't going to be his first, his last, or his only...he's loved before, he will again.  But if he loves you now, what else matters?  He's not perfect, you aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect but if  he can make you laugh at least once, cause you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.  He is not going to quote poetry, he is not going to be thinking about you every moment but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break.  Don't hurt him, don't change him...don't expect more then he can give.  Try not to over-analyze...smile when he makes you happy...yell when he makes you mad...and miss him when he's not there."


Published On: 9/14/2006
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My Blog: poetry
By: cheshirefoxxx


[twilight]
the stars shimmer so fair in the night sky
covered in clouds yet immersed in the moonlight
most of creation could not see their shine
yet they stay there, gleaming so fine
 
[when they forget]
when i shoot off a gun
but not into the air
would anyone care
not even a one
 
they could bury me there
right under the sun
with unmarked stone
it's only fair
 
for the life i have lived
and the sins in my bones
for all that i shared
yet left nothing to give
 
get on with the world
until it is done
a story untold
undeniably gone


Published On: 8/4/2006
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The meaning of life still unknown
The yawning abyss we call home
The hopeless terror of things we see
Of thoughts and feelings yet to be
To survive the growing need
And navigate the stormy seas
Of divine and sinful things
Ahhh, poetry the ultimate release



Published On: 8/1/2006
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My Blog: Leahs Poetry
By: Kamleah


Until The End..

For every moment is precious
I must take hold
For time does not stand motionless
Until the end....

For on my path of discovery
I shall evoke my dreams
For prosperity continues existing
Until the end....

For the growth of my child
I will persevere
For strength is to be limited
Until the end....

For all the power in my soul
I must reinforce
For misery overcomes generously
Until the end...

Leah Rae Tinebra

Copyright ©2006 Leah Rae Tinebra

 

 



Published On: 7/28/2006
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i express myself in many ways and i live my life to the fullest 4 many days but walkin thru this world my eyes are goin in a haze, dazed and confused on wat can i do seems like all i have ins up becoming screwd i care about so many things but some i could could careless cuz being wit them brings me so much stress, i have words that i would love to express but there feelings are on the line and thats takin away my problems and givin them stress if i say i love u then i love u till the end if i say i luv u then thats as a friend i love to gurlz wit all my heart even tho we get a lil mad at each otha u know i love u like a brotha and i know we met 4 a reason cuz we are ment 4 each otha from second u smile and the second u speak i get chills on my back and my knees get weak i have much things to say about u wonderful girlz thats why at most times u are my world, im out of this poem cuz i have nothin more to say but soon another will come out so stay around or give me a shout out hollaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


Published On: 7/11/2006
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My Blog: ENTRNAL LOVE
By: BIG16


 

the real!!

yall know me im that guy/always willin to die/go ahead give me a slug matta fact put it in my eye/i got locked up for killin a spy/cause one thing i hate is when a mutha f*cka lies/they call me diablo for my demon ways/but i'd kill a man then be in church for worship an praise/the best sound in the world is when a bullet sprays/im that man that always has a plan/been f*ckin the world since i began/well my friends always tell me how im a madman/im the guy that helped eminem write stan/i tell you to go the wrong path/in the end of days all of you will feal my wrath/come on man cant you do the math/and oh when you do it'll bea bloodbath/im the worst of the worst/if you f*ck with me homie i swear you'll be cursed/and im tellin you i wont be the one dat go's first/and man blood be my thirst/i've been a gangsta since al capon and da devil were gangsta/i was f*ckin your ma and f*ckin up your pa/i've never obeyed the law/im for real when i say i was born without a flaw/see me look at my heart/it broken apart/or it could've been like dat since da start/my rap's not poetry homies it's street art/and i swear to f*ckin god before i apart/i'll be on top of that mutha f*ckin top ten chart/


Published On: 7/10/2006
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emo kid...what does that mean exactly? Well emo (short for "emotional") is a genre of music which stems from PUNK music...today punk is used to describe many things, but originally, the two offshoots of punk music were hardcore (be tough, don't cry) and emo (be emotional, cry a lot)...today much music is considered emo when, in reality it is pop-punk or emo mixed with rock n roll or punk...but ah labels are stupid...emo is good and that's all we need to know! :o) So...being emo tends to mean that you are emotional and express feelings...

 

 

 

Emo Kids...

 

*write poetry

*cry alot

*listen to emo music (anything slow, whiney, acoustic, depressing, ect.)

*have shaggy, uncut hair (guys)

*have straight, short bangs (girls)

*if worn back, wear their hair in low ponytails (girls)

*part their hair on the side

*are usually brunette (no such thing as a blonde emo..unless their special)

*drive un-cool cars

*aren't popular...on purpose

*acts calm, like nothing in the world is exciting enough for them

*has some suppressed feelings of lament

*never take depression pills

*are in some cases, vegetarians

*are hopeless romantics

*are passive

*are usually artsy (musically, literature-wise, ect.)

*are over-sensitive

*can write a poem or song about just about anything

*get heartbroken alot

*are straight-edge (meaning good, clean kids...no drugs, alcohol, cussing, ect.)

*care about nothing, really, especially not themselves



Published On: 7/2/2006
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My Blog: "Beyond"
By: Sly1DevilPoet


 Highlight ONE line at a time to read if u cannot see it... it'll add to the effect of reading it.

“Beyond”

 

When you look at me, how deep can u see? Do you look at my flesh and determine who I am? Who I am is not the image portrayed by your eyes but someone beyond mere sight. I live in a place where only truth can find… a place where the murderous voices of the masses cannot dare to reach. I try not to be as cold as I may seem but why should I allow you to see me when all you’d like to do is force your ways upon me. So I leave you with my image to peer at in this black and white world you own. 

-Sly-




Published On: 6/20/2006
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My Blog: "Flawed"
By: Sly1DevilPoet


“Flawed”

 

Where would we be in this scheme of life without a path to walk?

Just aimlessly stepping forward into the permanence of time,

The fore-figures of silhouettes,

The shadows as the memories;

There and gone with the light of life.

Binge-drinking indulgment of anger…

Past figures lost in the wind on wings of angels.

Depressionate sacrifice of lives passing before eyes…

A relief of a breeze, across a bleeding wrist.

The thoughtless demon within each;

Relentless!

 

To care, live, breathe the words of romance…

The heartbroken dove.

Futures of Pleasantville, burning to ashes.

The tortured heart; passionate bursts of emotion…

Dwindling, dying, rising to fall beneath the feet of hatred.

The lover’s soul; missing, non-existent, nothingness!

Drowning in tears, alone in the corner.

Reminisce.

 

The unprevalent fighter taking a fall;

A vision of reality, gone.

Shattered pieces of risen corpses…

The black bird of chaos, tall next to the white bird of harmony.

Screaming the names in thought!

Melting to self-pity.

The mighty, puny.

Result.

 



Published On: 6/19/2006
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ok i said i like to write poetry so most of my blog entries (when i do post one) will be in poetry form. to start off here is one for my current situation it's called insanity


the pictures, they sing to me


the memories, they scream at me


in my sleep, the dreams are alive


in my wake, reality has lost life


inside my viens, poison surges


inside my stomach, the vomit purges


in the light, i am blind to the truth


in the darkness, i fall to the lies of you


creating my own world to escape


only to create my own deadly fate


if i crawl to the edge i fall


but if i crawl to you, would my life matter at all?


sanity is only phsycotic


don't you think that what i'm saying is slightly ironic?


the wind, sneaking into my lungs to steal my breath


the grass benaeth my feet, licking it's dirty lips waiting for my death


don't ya know that you're everything bad for me


but you everything good for me


you're poison to my mind


but you're a vaccine to my heart


you're an addiction i can't get rid of


but you're my cure over time

the windows, rippling like water


the doors, seem to grow smaller


the music, silent to the ear


the words, filled with broken dreams and fear


but if i crawl to the edge i'd fall


if i crawled to you, would my love matter at all?


Published On: 6/9/2006
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