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Words by John Perry Barlow



I only want to hold you.
I don't want to tie you down.
Or fence you in the lines
I might have drawn.
It's just that I've gotten used to
Havin' you around.
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.

:lovers:
 
trance_fan said:
1,2,3,4!!!
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Lazarus said:
I just earned my first ever DJ fee for my gig earlier tonight wooooooo :super::super::super:
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how'd it go?...how was Amber D?....or should that be Haslam these days :music:
 
Victoria said:
how'd it go?...how was Amber D?....or should that be Haslam these days :music:
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Mint night, everyone played a top set! Gonna re-record mine for posterity today I reckon :super:

Binary Finary at 152bpm :mask:
 
i´m hungry:wall:...............:icecream:...mmm...not now
 
robejaegs said:
Words by John Perry Barlow



I only want to hold you.
I don't want to tie you down.
Or fence you in the lines
I might have drawn.
It's just that I've gotten used to
Havin' you around.
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.

:lovers:
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:grinning::grinning::grinning:

If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

-- Pablo Neruda
 
is a nice day here....i want to go to poool:cry:
 
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