rhyme me a blogger, DAVEROO!
show me your art
i'll show you my heart
believe in your self
in your soul's wealth
find me one day
lost or flown away
a heart and a soul
travel to one goal
one love, a hope
the truth, a dream
a connetion, the missing piece.
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the nature of the museum
it is really great to seeum,
i wish they could really
teach me, but that's silly
my point is that old stuff
makes some people so ruff
while others take it in
and just begin to grin.
the croud moves on through
between armour and dino poo!
and they ooo and ahh.
and point at what they saw,
and all the while they don't know it
but their brains will be able to show it
so take'm out and walk'em around
then your brain will be king of this town.
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musicify your tired little mind
can it show you happiness or truth
that all depends on where you draw the line
and what is being said by the angst youth
trials and miles of musicks past
the faces of the landscape which mold us
to write and sing and play to last
the decades of time, platinum to rust.
the music you hear, does not define you
the way you write the words on a page
the song you sing is only a clue
the truth will come, through art and age.
but the music you hear is still only sound
put together all nice and neat
the sounds are there and cool and round
the beat that pounds, move your feet
music moves us, physically or otherwise
running while amoung the people
finding in us the heartstings of our lives
and on those stings in our hearts, it can pull
but we made those strings
doesn't matter who pulls them
they're our dirty things
if there pulled, they'll need a mend.
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THIS is FUN yay.
