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Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
12:23 am - Machina II: The Friends & Enemies of Modern Music

To download the true final album by the Smashing Pumpkins go here.

It's free & their real final album, the way it was meant to be.
Also, the smashing pumpkins have rejoin(so far three out of the four original members) and recording new material.

Check updates here: The Smashing Pumpkins.com

Thank You.

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Monday, September 18th, 2006
11:47 pm

Cellphone ringtones, or just music in general... Check out Soloban1, XT, Justis, idonusemine, Lady Legion, and many others... yeah, like yours truly...

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Tuesday, February 21st, 2006
4:31 pm - Eric Whitacre

I found the myspace of Eric Whitacre, the composer. I'd just like to say that not only is he an incredible musician, but he is also quite possibly the hottest.


Check out his pics. This is seriously Christmas for chorus nerds. =P

current mood: content

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Monday, August 22nd, 2005
8:50 pm - Island of Hope

My grandfather (well, step-grandfather) passed away today. I wrote this poem a long time ago, but I'm posting it here as a tribute.

Island of Hope

Midnight moonlight streaming down my face.
Wind blowing in through the open window.
The pounding music.
My whole body feeling the pulsating rhythm.
While the world is being lost in tragedy and destruction, I'm here.
Alone, in my own little world.
My little island of hope for a better tomorrow.

current mood: sad

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Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005
12:02 am
"It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly."

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Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
10:32 pm - "Close Your Eyes"

To anyone who had a problem with my last entry (about not spelling out short words like "to" and "see" and "for"), I appologize, and I will try to be more professional when I post in this community. The issue was brought to my attention in a comment on my previous entry, and I addressed it accordingly, but just in case others didn't see it, I'm also mentioning it here. I'm sure you take this community very seriously, and so do I, so I'll try to be more respectful of that.

And now, I'll share with you a poem that I wrote awhile ago. It's not a love poem, as most of mine are, but I think it's worth a read. Let me know if you feel the same!

Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes
The world behind you eyelids
Your pulsating heart
The rotating Earth
Close your eyes
The crumbling world
God, come save us
Before it's too late
Close your eyes
The soft music
Like a flickering candle
The wild song in your heart
Close your eyes

I most likely wrote this when I couldn't get to sleep. I wrote a lot of poems in summer school P.E., but I think I wrote this on a camping trip. -_-;

current mood: *thinks*

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Saturday, July 30th, 2005
5:48 pm - R@nd0m p03m

I have a thing for writing slightly angsty love poems. Not that I've ever been in a relationship b4, but I've been crushing on sum1 very special 2 me 4 almost a year now, and I'd like 2 post some of my stuff 4 y'all. I also post on my personal LJ, btw. Well, here goes, n I hope ya like it!!


Dark, mysterious eyes
That make me melt
I am at their command
Helpless like a child
Frozen with fear,
With awe and amazement
At how such subtle features
Can be so mezmerizing
The one I gaze at with
Hair like silk that
I long to touch
I want to brush it
Out of his beautiful eyes
And be able to
Simply look at him
And adore him
It cannot be
fr now, at least
But maybe,
Some day...

So, post your thoughts, comments, etc. I hope you enjoyed it!

current mood: Hmmm... bleh.

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Sunday, May 29th, 2005
6:24 pm


WooOoOo, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myselfCollapse )

current mood: weird

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Tuesday, May 17th, 2005
7:38 am - NEWS!!!!!!!

Okay, rules have been updated, members need to go to the info to read up on it. I just want to make this community a little more organized. I don't want it to die, because it has potential. I hope you all will be willing to help to make it better.

Love always,


current mood: determined

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Monday, May 16th, 2005
11:00 am - Adam Green

In a land made of string
where the hills are balls of twine
and the doctor knits the sun
down in a baseball diamond mine
and the mozzarella sweaters
get sewn to the tits
where the lump behind the sheet
is where the tumor took a shit

and i'll be getting head
under the rainbow
and i'll be getting head
under the rainbow
and i'll be getting head
under the raaa-inbo-oh-w

well we came upon a cracker
and we all came on this cracker
and the last one had to eat it
and she did
but she threw it up like a whore
and the sunshine stabbed right through her
like a whore on a skewer
in the wind

and i'll be getting head
under the rainbow
and i'll be getting head
under the rainbow
and i'll be getting head
under the raaa-inbo-oh-w

now the king was reading comics
when he stepped into some vomit
and he screamed like forty wolves
being burned alive
and i rode my dolpin adam
and he fed my dolphin stars
he fed my dolphin stars
like you'd put gasoline in cars
papa was smart
but mama said i wasn't
now i've got a million dollars
but who doesn't?

gonna go to the graveyard
to get some beggin' done
gonna dig up megan
and cut out my son...

photo credit: Asako Kitaori

Singer/songwriter Adam Green is most known for his stint with The Moldy Peaches, but in the new millenniium he also did the solo thing. He's a sophisticated indie-folk mix, showcasing an appealing perculiarity similar to the likes of Leonard Cohen. In September 2002, Green marked his solo debut with the release of Garfield. ~ MacKenzie Wilson, All Music Guide

(ganked from mtv.com)

current mood: nerdy

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10:54 am - bluebirds are so natural i want to buy them for my friends

Little girls, little angels
sent from heaven
kisses from the sun
leaving freckles
on foreheads
clutching teddy bears
to scare away nightmares
needing night-lights
to sleep in our own beds...

Little girls, little angels
trying to be rebels
too much sun
hiding freckles
stealing cigarettes
leaving lipstick messages

far too young to know the difference.

Little girls
with little girls
our own daughters
with sun-kissed foreheads
it all seems so familiar...

we buy the teddy bears
we're not so young anymore
not so little anymore

and now we know...

current mood: You betcha'

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10:50 am - ATTENTION ALL MEMBERS OF unsung_muse !!!

It has occured to me that I have neglected this community for far too long. I am going to have to revamp this shiz, so look for updates/new rules to be coming soon. No more spammy cam girls! That is so incredibly irritating, and it also makes me feel dissappointed with myself because Andrew and I started this community with such unique goals in mind. I feel so guilty for neglecting this community to almost the point of no return. Keep checking back, its time for a change.


current mood: determined

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Saturday, March 12th, 2005
9:55 am - My piano music
enboss Check out my piano music www.elijahbossenbroek.com

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Tuesday, March 1st, 2005
10:36 pm - Help!

I apologize if this is off topic, but I'm not quite sure where to ask this.

I was at a club a few nights ago, and heard a dance/electronica cover of U2's "New Year's Day." For the life of me I can't figure out what it is. The dj was walled off somewhere, so I couldn't ask him, and I was pretty drunk, anyway, so if I asked someone else, I forgot what they said. It was definitely a cover of "New Year's Day" but interspersed in it was another song, that was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It wasn't like the 2nd song was mixed in either. It was actually performed at the same time.

I also know for sure that it wasn't the Front Line Assembly w/ Tiffany cover of the song.

If anyone knows of this song, or knows of a community that is better suited for this, please let me know.

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Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
7:53 pm - Memories that flutter like bats out of hell

Bring Me The Disco King (Loner Mix)
by David Bowie featuring Maynard James Keenan

You promised me the ending would be clear
You'd let me know when the time was now
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappear

Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn't worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written on

Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible

Hot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me downriver of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the streets with the good time girls

Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible

We could dance, dance, dance thru' the fire
Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire

Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Dead or alive, feed me no lies
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the head of the disco king

Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the '70s
Smelling of love through the moist winds
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to release

Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire
Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire
Tell me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
Dead or alive
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king

A wonderful single taken from the Underworld Soundtrack.

current mood: content

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Sunday, December 5th, 2004
5:02 pm


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Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004

Castles Made of Sand - Jimi Hendrix

Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.

He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he
grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.

Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow
He would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled

"You won't hurt me no more."
But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"
And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea,

Deacon Blues - Steely Dan

This is the day
Of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
Wild gamblers
That's all in the past

You call me a fool
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line

I'll learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
That stagger the mind

I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I'll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home


This is the night
Of the expanding the man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be


Okay, seeing as this is long enough already. I'm going to stop here. Thke first song is a must listen, if only for the guitar riff that Hendrix plays through the entire song. The second is a great song by Steely Dan. It should also be a must listen. It's off the album Aja.

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Saturday, October 23rd, 2004
5:42 am - New Story

My last story sucked major balls, I think it was because I felt like I had to write it because I told Kimmy I would. Making me force out something that wasn't ready yet. Here is a new one I wrote in my normal style and way, meaning it's dark and dreary and I wrote it by dictating it to myself over and over again while working. I'm glad I work alone, the content would have scared the shit out of others.

The room was a reddish brown color, like nearly coagulated blood. A large steel bed, if you could call such an uncomfortable contraption a bed is placed directly in the center of this ghastly room. A sickly looking form is bound to this metal monstrosity with double reinforced leather binds, though the form does not look as though it possesses enough body weight to even lift it’s head, much less break any bonds. Gummed, dry, yellowed eyes scrape open, the irises brown, the pupils dilated. The eyes look tired, pained, the close again for a moment but fly open as a sound begins. The sound is a soft noise, like far off steamworks in ill repair, or a muffled radio tuned to dead air. The eyes give a wild looking about the room and the form begins to struggle weakly. He doesn’t posses the strength to do more then move the large chain links that are connected to the leather that bind his hands behind his head and his feet crossed, as though he was resting.

His mouth opens to scream, where his tongue should be there is only an ugly black piece of skin that oozes green and yellows mucus, the only sound he can make is a hollow ready sound like that of a great beast giving it’s dying breath. The noise changes, takes form into a pulsing almost heart beat. His body is shaken and twisted in pain at every beat. Hs stomach begins to distend like a gruesome balloon at a devil’s ball. The sound he is making raises to a shill keening, like a beat that knows it’s going to die and has given up but must make a noise because of the pain. A small part of his skin, right above his navel, pokes up like a knife is being pushed through. After a bit of a poke a sharp claw like finger stabs through with a wet ripping noise. A mouth with razor sharp fangs sucks at the life giving air before more poking occurs. With a grunt the creature pushes both it’s claw like hands out of the now dead man’s body.

It drags it’s misshapen form off of the table and falls to the ground. It makes a racking cough noise and blood spatters on the ground. It makes an almost human sound as it clear it’s throat. Now able to breathe deeply it looks around the room before falling to the ground and making a low soft noise. It’s bones and sinews rip and break as it grows even larger. The rapid process breaks and reforms it’s bones countless time but instead of pain the creature writhes about in pleasure. After a while the breaking stop and the now long creature pulls itself up to full height. It’s skin color can be seen where the blood has rubbed away, it’s pale milky white. The thing’s knees are backwards and it’s long legs end in cloven hooves. It’s face has no nose, like a skull, and black deep set eyes. It examines the room closely, curiously, having completely forgotten the corpse. After a small amount of time passes an opening in the left hand, from the bed, wall appears. The creature curiously walks though and it snaps shut behind him.

After a few moment s the main door to the room opens and a huge creature enters. He looks like a hug, fat, human, but with small piggish eyes and the same skull like nose. He makes sure the smaller creature is not in the room and motions behind him, out the door. Three creatures that look like smaller versions of him enter and clear away the body, which has been ripped in half. The giant creature pushes aside odd chunks of meat and a pull of blood, clearing the table completely and spattering the wall, then once again motions behind him. Two of the smaller creatures drag in a young girl, looking to be in her late teens. She’s shrieking and putting up such a fight it looks as though she may escape, until the larger creature makes an enraged grunt and grabs her by the shoulders and hauls her to the table. He holds her down with his sheer weight while the smaller ones bind her. He pulls a large needle, the eyes purposefully big, and jams it in her gut and presses the plunger all the way down. She shrieks in pure pain and begins to thrash on the table. The low far away hissing sound begins again and she fights until she passes out from the sheer amount pain.

current mood: I'm sleepy like a bull.

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Thursday, October 21st, 2004
12:08 am - Story

I wrote this for Kimmy. Was going to write about a man who woke up with only stumps for arms. Did this instead. It was quick, I eman I did it in ten minutes. I like how it came out. If you like it, or even if you don't, tell me what you think.

My story doesn't start or end happy, it starts with a beer and ends with a bang. I was drinking some fuzz into my mind in a little ten seater at the west sides when I noticed I somehow out ordered my tab, actually I'd bought three beers more. This shouldn't be allowed to happen because I didn't have any god damned money. Tabs have limits for a reason but the bitch that was bringing me this devil's juice didn't think to tell me I'd ran out of my hard earned credit. The big burly fuck that pours this shit down the throats of the mindless masses, me included, comes over and gets in my face telling me I need to pony up the cash for my over drawn tab. In my state of inebriated mind fuckery I decided to cuss him out and stand up for the little guy, I wasn't going to pay him shit, he was going down, I was leaving her with my head held high… Or not.

I woke up in darkness, the only thing I remember from the fight, if you can call it that was the crunch of something hitting something padded and the feeling of glass shattering around my head and liquor going all over me. I'm tied, hands behind my back, ankles buckled together. I don’t know where the hell I am, it feels like... well, like I just had a bottle of liquor broke on my skull. Footsteps are coming towards me. I don't notice my eyes were covered until I tried to look up to see who it is. I start to cuss the man out but it's muffled by the gag in my mouth.

"Hey look, he's struggling." A rough voice I’ve never heard before comments.

A man to the right of me can be heard moving forward, "No shit." He says, in a voice that sounds really close. With a groan of pain I try to pull myself away but a strong hand grabs the back of my head.

"Haha, he thinks he's going to get away." Says Mr. Gruff.

"You know, stating the obvious isn't going to make you look any smarter. We've got a job to do, shut the fuck up and hand me that gun." A bit of shuffling can be heard as the obvious peon hands the boss man the gun. I don’t know, per se, what they are going to do with that knife but I can think of more then on thing. All of these things scare me. I shriek into the gag and begin to struggle as best I can.

"You tried to stiff my bar, normally I'd take it in stride, maybe just charge you double and cut of a finger. But you made my brother have to hit you in the head with a bottle. I had to pay off a few people so they wouldn't say shit and my brother quit. You fuck with my family and you die."

He raises the pistol to my head but pauses. The blind fold is removed from my head in a rough manner, jerking back my neck. I'd be complaining if I didn't know I was going to die. With a smile of satisfaction the boss lifts his gun, a gruesome revolver big enough to take down a cow. With a soft, almost gentle smile the man pulls the trigger.

current mood: I'm happy like a dog.

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Tuesday, October 12th, 2004
2:10 pm - The Logical Song - Supertramp

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

One of the four hits from Supertramp's 1979's album titled 'Breakfast in America'.

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