Negotiation

The Walt Whitman Archive

Wild women 2670

Hiding deep within, doors cry opening Lead into the light of love deep like the sea Rich in variety, heartfelt and open, wide like a life, unique, yet so alike Can you hear me, I know I'm just a whisper Can you hear me, brother mine, sweet sister Love will find an answer You flow inside of me, language and imagery, pure in simplicity Thirsting for unity, realised harmony, No need to hide away your life, unique, yet so alike Can you hear me I'll dream you What is this chill at my heel That makes the protections I've built around my pseudo world premiere Tearing my utopian fiction apart as it happens to just pass along I feel a change coming on Rolling out of the blue like a storm Crashing against my delirious thoughts where humanity's waiting alone How I wish you'd only see Fall like a leaf in the wind on the ocean Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater With symphonies playing in the world without sound We're given and denied Give me back my innocence cos I wish to dream again Like I never outgrew my old playground Where the sun sets slowly with a golden crown and the leaves sing lullabies 'round vacant swings Give me those wings Let me fly once again Like I did way back when I would gamble and win To lift me high above the din Of the future we see Does it hold something for me I'm weightless again Fall like a leaf in the wind Before I'll go hear me out Cos of this there ain't no doubt When it's time for curtain call Just before the shadows

Capital of Angels 24kGoldn is a rapper, singer, and composer from San Francisco, who, In , at the become old of 19, was attending the Academe of Southern California, so maybe the name of the album this chant comes from Dropped Outta College is premature. Once again, the title of the song refers to the accurate translation of the Spanish language appellation for the city of Los Angeles, the city where the song's central character is addicted to designer clothes. The song is an interesting mix of hip-hop and alternative, and it's constant getting airplay on alternative stations so as to wouldn't dare play straight up hip-hop. This song is from their autograph album In My Tribe.

Joni: Let's see. What have we got here? It's called From Both Sides, Now. Joni: I'll play that individual first. It -- I should acquaint with people a little bit about it.

The little one sleeps in its cot, I lift the gauze and air a long time, and silently argument away flies with my hand. The youngster and the red-faced girl aim aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the acme. The suicide sprawls on the bleeding floor of the bedroom, I behold the corpse with its dabbled beard, I note where the pistol has fallen. The big doors of the country barn stand open and about to, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The absolve light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow. I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one lap reclined on the other, I be frightened from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll advance over heels and tangle my beard full of wisps. The Yankee boat is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend by her prow or shout joyously as of the deck. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.

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