I turned on the radio and heard this country song,
The melody was steady, the feeling sure was strong.
A steel guitar was twanging, like memories in the night,
It painted fields of summer, gold beneath the fading light.
A voice sang about a heartbreak down on some old dusty road,
Of letters never written and love that once had glowed.
He crooned about a front porch, a dog asleep at feet,
A gentle southern sunset and a world that felt complete.
The chorus told of freedom, a truck and open sky,
Of chasing distant daydreams and never asking why.
There was laughter in the verses, and tears within the tune,
Old friends and faded blue jeans, memories gone too soon.
Each word felt like a story I somehow knew by heart,
About losing what you cherish and finding a new start.
I turned up the dial louder, let the music take me home,
In every line and melody, I found I'm not alone.
So here’s to country radio, where memories belong,
And hearts find some comfort in a simple country song.
5-9-25
recorded from the achives of the
Large Hadrone Collider
Acheivement:
Lead was tranformed into Gold.
The exact moment wasn't specified.
But the acheivement through temperary
was acheived
in the 27 mile under grouhnd facilty
under France..........
.La tension entre prostituées est un processus
qui crée des tensions entre prostituées ou prostituées.
Pour diviser leurs intérêts, peut-être se sépareront-elles.
Target Audeince.. is 21 and over
it's a roughly english speaking audeince
that find certain items in this genre fasinating.
a'Tha 'immanence' direc experience of the being or
force responsible for the creation and
maintenance of the universe
lailara harmony
____________________________________________________
I might sing Concerto
to a well rehersted sound
I must sing Concerto
I must sing Concerto
A song
a Song
a beautiful song
the sound so sweet and clear
the words a lyricail bliss
endearing to those
far and near
a song
a song
a wonderful song
sung for
the world to hear
I must sing Concerto
for the world to hear!
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The grandmother speaks to her granddaughter:
When I was a girl the best advice from a loving parent concerning,
A suitable mate for their daughter,
Was 'find someone your own age',
Don't fall for someone twenty years your senior,
Now, well, if he is in good health, young at heart with a good sense of humor,
I say don't write him off,
When there are so many young ones who will never reach fifty.
And then there are the other ones who are just plain full of it,
With their only interest in life being, themselves.,
And the attitude that the world owes them a living because they are entitled.
If you love him bring him to your granny,
I have plenty of wood that needs chopping,
And fences to mend,
There is a dance on Saturday too,
And if he can make your Granny laugh,
He just might be good enough for you.
In the deepest of emotions
A desire to please
Be loved
Caressing tears like the wind
Kissing dreams in creamy lace
Carnal is the heart of seduction
Insane and sublime
Holding both body and soul
To my beating heart
No one shall see my weeping face
Our love was eternal
As you died in my arms
keep that low-profile my little one
sky is contaminated
with fat black spots
their weightiness is gonna be dropped
on everything known
eyes are drained
turned to glass
it remains incomprehensible
what have you done
and
who's sending those metal birds
engineering shadows
over your
stuffed animal keepers
keep that low-profile
they are on rescue mission
playing mini golf
with calculation
how to convert your misery
in fifteen minutes of fame
their perception is detoured
just keep that low-profile
whole nation
sent on the road
fragmented into
disdained ethnic particles
soon they'll be fighting over conveniently flagged stamps
revitalising otherness
another Shoah
has been set on the scene
no one is left
to call them a mother
to name them a father
to recognize them as a brother
no one
but you
keep that low profile
maybe someone will have civility
to collect your
crumbled parts
the way you're collecting
that bread crumbs
on tormented path of your shelled being
keep that low profile my child
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