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Feeling nostalgic today. See also, Postmodern Doodles and Quinn & Levy's Greatest Hits...
We walked towards the edge of the ice
and saw that it was thinning
We tested the ice with caution
and saw it was not giving
So we stepped out upon the ice
and walked nervously grinning
Supporting those who had lost their balance
by holding one another's hands in the beginning
Yet sometime during our adventure
we discovered letting go
could get us somewhere farther
We began to cover every edge of the ice
while shouting to one another
But soon the chill in the air
began to feel colder and colder
And one by one
we drifted back to the center
Warmth that day
came to those in numbers
but it was the chill in the air
that kept the ice from melting
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...a.k.a. my college doodles. For what it's worth, the majority of these doodles have musical and/or lyrical accompaniments (see Quinn & Levy's Greatest Hits) which catalog my trials and tribulations (a.k.a. me loosing my fucking mind) while living in Olney section of Philly (see Living in the Ghetto). Click the image above to view a slideshow via Flickr...
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During the fall of 1994, I arrived at St. Edward's Hall for my second tour of duty at La Salle. Stashed somewhere between a load of clothes & supplies was my Nana's guitar. I had brought it along hoping I'd run into someone who could teach me the basics. A few weeks later, I met Rob Levy, who happened to be fellow psych major & guitar virtuoso. Better yet, his cell (a 20x10 single that later doubled as our studio) was only a few doors down from my own. Rob earned his beer money teaching lessons to students in & around Philly but turned down every dime I had to offer.
Recent events (namely Fiona's obsession with music), have inspired me pick up where the two of us had left off (we lost touch soon after graduation in '97). Yo man! If your still out there (or someone you know happens to be reading this), give me a shout! I'd love to hear what your up to these days. A few years ago, I converted a few of our demos into MP3 format:
See, also Postmodern Doodles.
Last night
she had some questions
She wondered to herself
She said
Hey honey
haven't you thought we had enough
He knew
withheld expression
and wondered to himself
He admits
he's a little afraid
It's been a while since I
spread my wings
to fly
A few days
pass by
She tries to think of something else
Still in love
she cries
The times they spent together
would last with her forever
He found it hard
to be alone
when things weren't looking up
But he'd say
There's always hope
and I hope it finds us
two lovers that had enough
Voices
[Oh] he heard them
But he would never listen to them
No he wouldn't
Voices
Out of nowhere
But he would never listen to a word
they'd say
And he would stay
another day
While thoughts would play
within his mind
With hopes of change
someday
he'd be somewhere
Somewhere he was faceless
Away from the rat race
Somewhere he'd never have to hear
the voices
Faceless
not a player
Somewhere a man can find a thought
of his own
And he would pray
another day
While thoughts would play
within his mind
With hopes of change
someday
he'd be somewhere
Somewhere like tomorrow
Yeah, there was one
But it was gone
and never would be the same
Tomorrow
Maybe another
He could pull himself together
and be someone
[Instrumental]
