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Visit Hayden at www.facebook.com/haydencalninmusic Written & Produced by Hayden Calnin. Mixed by Tim Carr. Mastered by Andrew Edgson. Management Enquiries: [email protected] Bookings: [email protected]
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Wow.....
Because I can!!!
explosions in the sky by Julia Trotti http://flic.kr/p/e8umB6
{Awsomeness}
''Bronte- Gotye"
''Now your bowl is empty And your feet are cold And your body cannot stop rocking I know it hurts to let go Since the day we found you You have been a friend And your voice still echoes In the hallways of this house But now it's the end We will be with you When you're leaving We will be with you When you go We will be with you And hold you till you're quiet It hurts to let you go We will be with you (No) We will be with you (Oh) We will be with you (Oh, no) You will stay with us'' |Some songs mean the same to everyone and some mean different things to different people, even the emotion is different and special to that individual. this song reminds me of my granmother... may her soul rest in peace.... Ndilithole elikhumbula ekhaya>|
Walking Words
There were Painted skies And inked rivers. Sharpened mountains, Ruled houses - a blur. Cut, stapled, Hole punched, and Shredded. Memories Glued, clipped, Taped shut Inside grids. We were metaphors Of nothing but Walking words. Forced to stay silent Erased voices Waiting to be Heard.
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the things i like
Just love that quote
"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do things worth writing" ~ Benjamin Franklin
|and you will live forever|
"When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you are hoping for" ~ Unknown
(via inkeddiaries)
Bottle
You are my bottle of poison.
Art.
I see art when I look at you, a masterpiece, though nothing that would have been created by likes of Degas or Manet, nothing that makes sense to me. You are a Rothko, a Pollock, a mythic landscape, a riot of color, and I don’t understand you, but I know your worth and I know your beauty, and I will try. I will try.
Aiiiichhh!
|I found a friend and a lover in you... i found myself in us and realised How a world is a beautiful place with the ones that care about me by my side. i thank you for the joy and respect you've given me, the love and appreciation you've shown me. Our memories will forever live on.|
[I love you... ]
Find peace in finding yourself.....
"A Horse With No Name On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds. and rocks and things, There was sand and hills and rings. The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz, And the sky, with no clouds. The heat was hot, and the ground was dry, But the air was full of sound. I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert you can remember your name, 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la After two days, in the desert sun, My skin began to turn red. After three days, in the desert fun, I was looking at a river bed. And the story it told, of a river that flowed, Made me sad to think it was dead. You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert you can remember your name, 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la After nine days, I let the horse run free, 'Cause the desert had turned to sea. There were plants and birds, and rocks and things, There was sand and hills and rings. The ocean is a desert, with it's life underground, And a perfect disguise above. Under the cities lies, a heart made of ground, But the humans will give no love. You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert you can remember your name, 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la"