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snippets from my notebook
The title says it, these are things I have not used so far, if you plagerise, and you are welcome to, post here and attribute there.
Tsunami crash or flash flood
Volcanic ash, a river of mud
A lightning strike, a meteorite
Sudden death on a quiet night
It runs through my mind as I run out the door
This is a rerun, I've been here before
Out with someone else's wife
Trying to look flash
Cutting a hyphen
Shorter than a dash
The chain reaction of old emotions
Wasting force in hot convulsions
We took hammers to our ploughshares
Beating out swords, nothing can stop us
In the melancholy depot of the dead
Among the bowed and sombre heads
When I die tell the insurance man I won at last
Fine free and fourteen
Just discovered courting
It's got a new name
But it still looks the same
Paid in silver for your care
Now you wear it in your hair
Wine to water
soft and cool
Never hung over
A miracle
We're not talking wave particle duality here
Is his word his bond?
Is he honour bound?
If he gives his word
Do you take his word?
Is he good as his word?
Would he break his word?
It's really quite simple
The signs say "I too am a man"
The hoses turn on again and again
Spending money with the man
Having all the fun I can
Out weekending
Time to be bending reality again
Even though the snow looks plain
No two crystals are the same
Sometimes it seems there's nothing worth saying
They will bring back hanging, flogging and flaying
Angry consolations
Without mercy or compassion
Traveling for my heart but not my mind
Unsure of what I'm going to find
Thinking of what I've left behind
When will traveling ease my mind
No matter if they're good or bad
You only get one mum and dad
When you decide inside
Don't hide what you decide
Why do the worst albums have titles that start "The best of----"
I said "where shall we go"
She said "nowhere"
Sitting here will get you nowhere
If you really want to go there
And nowhere's a better place to be
Than sitting here with me
Fatima was nearly four
The first time she felt shock and awe
Can't live with them
Can't live without them
Got to admit
There is something about them
She is what she is, I am what I am
I fell into her arms, not into her hands
The shadow of evening
As you were leaving
The pattern of sunbeams
The stuff of dreams
Flickers in trees
Moved by the breeze
Things given freely
Not grudgingly or meanly
Why can't we just grab it
Eat our cake and have it
Sabotage the system
So they don't know what's kissed them
Then she slipped her arm through mine
Sweet and simple, right first time
I have pages and pages of stuff like this that I trawl through when inspiration has left for a vacation.
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