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Sun Dance

On my way to twenty-two
A land filled with horror and big books
I stumbled down the forest’s path
My shoes, them two, got lost in the sand
And lost they did remain
Abandoning what made
Feet strong, and paths with bumps

On my way to thirty-three
Spirits I see in misty glee
Alas! My foddered soul can be free
“Spirit, spirit. Precursor to man.
How can I, my soul, unhand?”
“Unhand!?”, they said, “Unhand
Really!? Boy — find your feet

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Light Limericks for Dark Candies

Gather around, children, it’s music post to-post. If you have Irish friends, bring them along. They would understand. Sing along to the rhythm of the chorus, pay attention to punctuation, and dance… dance in the beauty of the lyrics—limericks.

Chorus: (clap to it if you can)
Da-dum, da-da-dum, da-da-dum.
Da-dum, da-da-dum, da-da-dum.
Da-dum, da-da-dum,
Da-dum, da-da-dum,
Da-dum, da-da-dum, da-da-‘dum!

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A song for the desert

This a response to today’s daily post: “if you were stranded in a desert and you could only bring one album with you…” I will bring an album made up of songs from two albums.

Eminem’s Recovery. The voice of a man that has gone through a struggle and come out stronger than ever. A rap artist so sick, the only rappers who attained a sicker level than him are deceased – RIP Biggie and Tupac. With this I’m not afaid.

Kanye West’s Beautiful Dark Twisted Mind. Yeezy’s the epitome of Art in Motion in the 21st century.