when i was little i had this crazy fantasy that gypsies would show up one day and have a loverly lil gypsy prince with them, he'd fall in love with me, and take me far far away.
i told my mom he was always the reason for me wanting to be a runaway.
he never showed up, i was never whisked off, and now the idea of running away is one of those things i wish i could do somedays, but have never been able to succesfully accomplish.
portland holds me to it, and no matter how far away i am, my soul is always here, waiting for me to come home. i want to say it's the family and friends that keep me here, but i know it's the city it's self. i wonder if it'll ever change.
in a bizarre cryptic reminder to my self, i have decided exactly what i want for my 29th birthday, i guess i should start saving now, only 4 and a half years left
I hope all of you beautiful monkis are doing well. i know i'm smiling.
always yours,
E
ps
there's nothing like ben gibbard to remind you of just how spoiled you are.
Postal Service ~ Brand New Colony
I'll be the grapes fermented,
bottled and served with the table set
in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman.
I'll be the fire escape
that's bolted to the ancient brick
where you will sit
and contemplate your day.
I'll be the waterwings that save you
if you start drowning in an open tab
when your judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph
that plays your favorite albums back
as you're lying there,
drifting off to sleep... drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes;
undo what heredity's done to you:
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes.
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat with the collar up
so you won't catch a cold.
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free
from the tethers of this scene,
start a brand new colony.
Where everything will change,
we'll giveourselves new names.
Identities erased.
The sun will heat the grounds,
under our bare feet
in this brand new colony.
This Brand new colony...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
i told my mom he was always the reason for me wanting to be a runaway.
he never showed up, i was never whisked off, and now the idea of running away is one of those things i wish i could do somedays, but have never been able to succesfully accomplish.
portland holds me to it, and no matter how far away i am, my soul is always here, waiting for me to come home. i want to say it's the family and friends that keep me here, but i know it's the city it's self. i wonder if it'll ever change.
in a bizarre cryptic reminder to my self, i have decided exactly what i want for my 29th birthday, i guess i should start saving now, only 4 and a half years left

I hope all of you beautiful monkis are doing well. i know i'm smiling.
always yours,
E
ps
there's nothing like ben gibbard to remind you of just how spoiled you are.
Postal Service ~ Brand New Colony
I'll be the grapes fermented,
bottled and served with the table set
in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman.
I'll be the fire escape
that's bolted to the ancient brick
where you will sit
and contemplate your day.
I'll be the waterwings that save you
if you start drowning in an open tab
when your judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph
that plays your favorite albums back
as you're lying there,
drifting off to sleep... drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes;
undo what heredity's done to you:
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes.
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat with the collar up
so you won't catch a cold.
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free
from the tethers of this scene,
start a brand new colony.
Where everything will change,
we'll giveourselves new names.
Identities erased.
The sun will heat the grounds,
under our bare feet
in this brand new colony.
This Brand new colony...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
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[Edited on Apr 05, 2006 10:14PM]