Mud and sand is sifted through
My careful open hands.
Another plane revealed.
A layer of onion skin I peeled.
Where the sun was my contendor
Beating down upon my brow.
On the horizon you sat waiting
Engulfed in red and orange.
Desolate, I held you close.
Parched, I drank you in.
She was gone in but a whisper
No trace, no sign, no leads.
And all of a sudden she was taken ‘way from me.
No, he didn’t look back. No, he didn’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I was left in constant searchin’. No, he didn’t look baa-aaaa-aaack.
I traveled round and round
Searched a nook or two,
A lock of her hair was on the stairs to darkened doom.
No, I didn’t look back. No, I didn’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
On a lonely trip to Hades, No, I didn’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I found her spectre standing
With some ugly lookin’ dude.
Starin’ me in the eye he said, I propose this to you,
No, you can’t have her back. No, you can’t have her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
Unless you play your magnum opus, No, you can’t have her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
With fury and with purpose
I played a couple licks.
Before I even finished he told me I could quit.
No, I’ll give her back now. No, I’ll give her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
Your music really moved me. No, I’ll give her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I was almost out the door
Her cold, dead hands in mine
frigidly he murmurred, She must follow right behind.
No, you can’t look back. No, you can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
Before you leave the gates of Hades. No, you can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
Silently I grumbled
As I walked along the path.
I tried to keep my nerves, but I looked and caught the wrath.
No, I looked back. No, I looked baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I lost my love completely. No, I looked baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
They hated my whines and moanin’
As I poured my heart for her.
They grabbed their closest weapon while I sang I would endure.
No, you better step back. No, you better step baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I’ll charm your sticks and stones. No, you better step baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
They set aside projectiles
And grabbed me in their hands
Tore my head from my neck and threw me where I am.
No, I can’t look back. No, I can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
My head is floating down the river. No, I can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
…converted to Facebook. The Web 2.0 interface has won my heart and mind. It certainly makes MySpace look sluggish and inept as a social networking site. Although MySpace offers more of the ability to modify its look and feel, Facebook rocks its world bar-none.
I like the modular aspect of Facebook. It contains several useful applications which are developed by many individuals from around the globe. For instance I added the application, zuPort: Flickr to my Facebook profile and pointed it to my Flickr feed. Now, it displays all my Flickr photos in a nice, manageable box. Another thing thing that I really dig is the ability to subscribe to your blog feeds. This posting itself will appear in my Facebook profile. MySpace, on the other hand, forces you to use their stupid blogging system instead of giving you any choice as to where you want your blog content to come from. A qualm that I have always had with MySpace is that their advertising is somewhat intrusive and very annoying. On my MySpace profile, as a joke, I put up the results of an on-line questionaire where it proclaimed that I was in fact a lesbian. The next thing I know all the advertising on my profile is for gay and lesbian sites. Facebook just has one little ad on the left side that I barely even notice.
I know Facebook has been along for a while, and I may sound like I discovered the wonders of this web site before anyone else, but I’m just that geeked about it. I don’t know why I overlooked it for so long.
1 CommentVia this posting, Cara requested my immediate aid in talking about myself. Since I’m an expert in such subject matter, I’ve decided to share with you a few personal nuggets.
Rules:
1) Post the rules, then list 8 things about yourself.
2) At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 other people
3) Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they’ve been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.
There’s me in a nutshell. Anyway, I call on the powers of Andrew, Will, Ellen, Folio, Amanda, Danielle, Gill and Becky to talk about themselves in great detail, so that I might glean gross amounts of knowledge about them. 😉
4 CommentsFrontline on PBS had a special tonight that focused on events and issues around the world. One of the news items that I found of interest was the Arabic comic book The 99. Each of the characters are based upon the 99 traits of Allah. Currently, in the Muslim world this comic book is outselling the X-Men and other American titles. When interviewed, the creator of the comic book said that Muslim youth need new heroes.
As a comic book lover I think it’s great to see it’s world-wide acceptance as a genre. It’s also really interesting to see what other nations are doing with it. Cool concept. Although, I’m not Muslim, I might just have to find a copy.
That had some other interesting item, like in Africa they are using rats to detect land mines. I love Frontline!
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