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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Song titles morph into chaos and a poem

So I exhausted most of the daytime collecting song titles from Last FM. Because they all read so awesome...Compiled them as they are, in the same order as found not adding or removing anything...To my innocent awe; they crafted a little moving silly thing I would call a poem if I knew what that is. Here is the compilation. 


The Natives Are Restless
what we cannot speak of, must be passed over in silence
The tenth planet
By moving the stars I have found where you are hiding
The Clouds Marched
A Flood Named Aftermath
Falling Into Nothingness
Nobility Of Loneliness
As The Horizon's On Fire
Lovely World Dies
Show Me The Colors In Your Dream
Dark Sun Of Night
Lovely World Dreams
Tender the Night
Blood In Your Eyes
Black Magic Woman
As Far as the Sun 
Run Run Run.