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i dunno, i'm imagining the ukulele. but since she did mention 'toy guitar' twice, i guess that's what she really meant.
Cheers. [You give them your music, but they just want a song] |
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Although I'm no musician, I spent almost all of the 1990's constantly on the road...over 250 nights away from home a few years, and I can guarantee you, no matter what spin you put on it, it invariably wears you down.
Sarah's obviously working hard - her schedule in recent months from what I can gather has been brutal - i really hope for her sake she can enjoy the fruits of her labours, but at the same time I hope it doesn't burn her out. I think we all need to take a moment today and send her out some positive vibes, some positive energy. Oh, and of course, the tequila shots for next Thursday. ...jim [i:53cc3dbc5d]there's good love out there, just you wait[/i:53cc3dbc5d] |
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I agree with Nik. I hope she's not spiraling down into it again. She's strong though, and I send my best vibes and wishes to her on this tour! It must be rough living out of a suitcase. I've done it for a fraction of a time she had, and it gets terribly ennuie. It must be easy to get burned out quick.
Like Joleary said, we should all send her out some Passioneer vibes today! ` I wanna be the bluebird singing Singing to the roses in her yard Roses in her yard her father grew for her It's been raining like Tennessee honey So long I got too heavy to fly Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing ` |
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Saturday, March 26, 2005
A Day in March. so many times i have uttered "i cannot" and yet, I did. I called out to you and others like you on days i'd prepared as deathbeds. so many nights now have spread over our letters like surgeons pulling sheets over corpses. you will not tell your truth to me and i am forced to speak in riddles. my hungry mouth is crammed, but I hate the taste. it's like death, or the sweet rotting of vegetables, - something once so alive, but gone sick with time and daylight. if you have not Courage or bloody fires like mine, leave me to the forest; He knows what to do. He brings me water and combs the hair out of my face. His fingers deserve this holy skin - burned and electrified by last year's war. He is everyone's soldier. His words never falter or take the stage. He is the monk we both profess to be. I won't ask you to stare at my flames, the battle is too deep now, too much my own. That is why I bow and gracefully close the doors, because I'd tear your tower down with my shatterings, my pheonix, love so mixed with madness. I'd tear your tower down, old raven. I'd tear you tower down. It has been written, and it may be true. xxx ss posted by Sarah SLean at 5:01 PM 0 Comments: |
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riddles
"last years war" she does draw attention to going back to the forest. i sense more songs being born. i really don't understand what exactly she is saying in her blogs. it feels that the messages are not directed to me and it's not my code to understand. your quick jason, do u have a feed for her blog saved? Cameron Bay. |
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yup yup. good ol' firefox.
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Perhaps she is speaking to her muse?
~ If this is the car, that I must drive to the job, that I must keep for the house, and a man I don't love; count me out. ~ ~ Sweet hope is glowing in your glorious eyes ~ |
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Just noticed that the blog has been updated!
http://sarahslean.com/blogger ocean-side so be it. the millions cannot know, the minions will not search, the seekers are not dazzled or fame-struck. - it be so. the story's not appropriately bloodied. it is not grief-ridden by the day's exalted wrongs. but I, I know that I have killed many a killer, I have risen over mountains like a brand new sun, I have called the name of heaven in my being, every shred they left undone and unconsidered - there I travel there I run, like a river over jewels, there I travel there I run ss I'm incubating in the lap of God my starlets, making tea for Buddha and his buddies. The ocean gives you kisses so pure you'd die of love. Wait for me. 'twill all be clearer soon. xo ss "I don't need you to buy me dinner. I just need you to love me." |
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I just noticed it when adding it's feed.
I have been trying out some new RSS/atom tricks. I don't think many people in our slean community do use New Readers but their are some alternative ways to display things. Well tech talk aside, it's nice to hear from her. Cameron |
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A new .:Sarah Talks:.
http://www.sarahslean.com/blogger.html edit: It seems there are some new vitamins to digest as well? |
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[quote:06fc0754c1="joleary"][/quote:06fc0754c1]
If this is true - its the best thing ever! |
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New entry is up on Macleans. Nothing like another post from her to brighten up the day. Sometimes I laugh out loud in my office from the things she writes, and have to apologise sheepishly for the outburst.
Is it me, or does Sarah seem to enjoy writing these more and more, with each entry? Perhaps as it becomes increasingly clear that she has an audience on that site, she's becoming more inspired to write. Her powers of description and imagery are truly excellent. |
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[quote:ad1a26d724]I remember playing at Sudbury's Townehouse Tavern years ago in smoke so thick I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face. After the show, Oh Susanna and I took our filthy lungs to the basement to sleep on "band beds" provided by the venue. I slept with all my clothes and my winter jacket on shivering and dreaming of giant insects. Suffice it to say I've developed a true appreciation for hot showers and clean sheets.
[/quote:ad1a26d724] Sudbury, seriously not so fun. However I love these journal entries. I wish they could go on forever ...if this is all we've got to fight for, rage my darling rage... |
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I know! She totally left us hanging on this one too... she talked about 'tomorrow' and never got there! hehe
~ If this is the car, that I must drive to the job, that I must keep for the house, and a man I don't love; count me out. ~ ~ Sweet hope is glowing in your glorious eyes ~ |
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