I Don't Want To Be A Macho Man

Poems, music and musings.

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Great things start with humble begginings. True. =)

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really? I have been following her for the same amount of time!! 10 years since BNB came out ;)

Great. How do you expect her next album would sound like. Maybe a little bit of reggae and folk is what I anticipate. =)

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Ringo stands out in this photograph. Love them more when they were younger, still in suits and not yet psychedelic. =)

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This bed is nice..Does magic actually happen here? Horror.

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"...would I prefer a lifetime of longing provided we both kept this little Ping-Pong game going: not knowing, not-not-knowing, not-not-not-knowing? Just be quiet, say nothing, and if you can't say "yes," don't say "no," say "later." Is this why people say "maybe" when they mean "yes," but hope you'll think it's "no" when all they really mean is, Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that?” 

  I was about to go home when suddenly I wanted to have something to read in the remaining hours of my days off.. This book seemed to have magic for it called me from a shelf of a second hand book store. This is the first of the kind that I've read and of all the books I read before, this one felt like home... This is throbbing, sometimes funny and goes deep to the subject of teenage dreams and desire. You can meet a person in a short period of time, an Indian summer but if it's true love, that person can haunt you forever. This is erotic but beautifully written and is intellectual. This is the next great thing I read after David Nicholl's "One Day", which had me the same ache, sigh, but satisfied-- after following both pair of characters in 20 years of their lives through the pages. It's paper-cut to the heart.

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Midnight Still

If you were an apple

I could have drawn a potrait of you

And hang it on my wall.

It'd be alright to feel sorry for myself

That in my old sketching class

It's all I've ever learned to do.

You would always stay simple

In your mute charcoal-gray glory.

I'd have my late night coffee

As you stood still beside the clock.

Couldn't be torn, broken or eaten

When I thought of where I'm at in your memory.

If there are rainclouds, I'm not sure

Tonight I won't get out the door.

A shooting star may show

But no one could really chase

What's always meant to come and go

There'll be no color for the sky,

No color for your sparkle-

And there's just no use

Wishing for you to come and save me anymore.

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[irnest-blog]

So true, I wish I was a hippie too. =)

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I love the vibe of this song. All the finger snaps, drum drops, piano tinkles (that went a little Motown in the bridge) and of course, the calm and sultry singing of Leslie Feist. Just that bare. One of the songs in my Sleep Timer Lullabies playlist. Dreamy, sexy and relaxing. =)

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  I am so inspired by this man. He's Cat Stevens (now a Muslim convert named Yusuf Islam). I love how he changed his image as a fresh-faced teen star into a rugged hippie musician and recently an Islam philantrophist.

  I love his earnest and pure and honest way of writing songs. "Morning Has Broken", "The Wind" and "How Can I Tell You" are my faves. If you want to have some great music to listen to in times you're searching for your soul, just count on this man.

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"Sundae"

No one could meet you on a Sunday,

Oh, but what we shared, it shone.

I had talked to you one Tuesday

Over sundae, sweetest sundae on a cone.

I would ask you for a coffee

Even if it was a summer day

It's just it wouldn't melt with me

As I passed time, pretending it's a date.

Now everyday is plain vanilla

All the same and getting colder.

Since the last time that I saw you

Only eye flavors of the month.

Saturday's fine with rocky road

Or maybe on the lane of time I'll walk.

Cookies and dream of mine tonight will be alright.

I'll scoop you out of the Milky Way.

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Jesus, Etc. by Wilco

Jesus, don't cry You can rely on me, honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs tuned to chords Strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Don't cry You can rely on me honey You can come by any time you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs tuned to chords Strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices whine Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around

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"Outdoor Fire"

 I'm gonna make an outdoor fire

Burn all these pages I confide.

The frontyard's my wilderness tonight

I'll have a bottle of the sweetest wine.

Mother, mother, don't you come out

Just leave the doughs to rest as you sleep tight.

Father, father let me get drunk

And let the fire's smoke fill my lungs.

I'm gonna make an outdoor fire

Burn all the things that only remind-

The kind of boy that I had been,

So unsure and insecure I always seemed.

Neighbor, neighbor don't pay any mind.

I'm never, never losing my mind.

Oh moon, oh moon, shine on me

I'll howl like a wolf, undressed you'll see.

Oh tree, oh tree, shelter me

A star may fall I should not see.

Oh cat, oh cat, stay with me

Stranger or friend, I need a company.

Guitar, guitar strum alone

Play me some old Bob Dylan song.

Ghost, oh ghost,  leave me alone,

You're no good dancer in your burnt bones.

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beatles with moustache by Beautiful Afternoon on Flickr.

[irnest-blog]

I'm starting my Tumblr blog and I'm starting to like moustache. Probably I'd grow one until Gillette is no longer an affair after every couple of days. Hey, my name is Iran, Irnest in this Tumblr world and I just want to have a space to share my love of music and life (mostly the awesome little things in it). I want to post my poems here as well. Let's start it with the Beatles.