| This is my first web page. If you have any comments or suggestions or just want to let me know that you have visited, please feel free to do so here: |
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| If you would like to check out a wonderful musician in Nashville who may be little known now, but whose time is coming soon, check out www.tammyrochelle.com (coming soon) |
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| These are two pages which my mom is working on. These are really neat sites that cover everything from genealolgy to primary civil war sources. Check out http://mlwood.home.mindspring.com/ Also check out http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~mlwood/ For letters written by my ancestors during the Civil War, check out www.rootsweb.com/~gapike/cw.htm |
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| If you would like to see where I went to school, check out www.belmont.edu |
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| This is my buddy Derek's web page. See crazy stuff at www.dwrd.net Also, check out the Belmont Chorale web page at www.d2ddesigns.com/chorale |
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| Check out these crazy FLOWER power children getting jiggy and WILD! The word on the street is that the gals are in but some these boys has just gosta go. WILDFLOWER is a progressive and traditional country band that frequents the down town Nashville Hot Spots. Deffinately a good show. Check out www.angelfire.com/country/wildflower and Stay Wild! |
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| Anyone remember J. Mascis form Dinosaur Jr.? I saw him when he came through Nashville a couple of months ago. J. Masicis and the Fog is the loudest band I have ever heard, ever! My ears rang for three days! Check out his new CD More Light and check out www.freakscene.net |
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| Cello, Cello, Cello! Here are a fiew cello and classical links: www.celloheaven.com/masters/italian.htm |
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| if only my body was not stolen by the grey raven of forgetfulness if only the stars fell around someone's fine golden hair if only your eyes would promise me instead of dismiss me if only my voice were a trumpet and my mind open mirror so you could see how I feel about you and feel that way about yourself too my friend, you have met me married me martyred me left me without even knowin it with one blink the universe swells and blushes with one wave of your hand the night swampy things stop chatting and all i can do is hear your voice i love you, but i love you, but I must reply my passion commands it i love you, and i love you, and I love further and further beyond myself like one these days the feeling sweep me away from everything and one of these mornings you'll awake with that feeling too and my name will roll of your tongue as I pick up the phone and possibility will begin and your voice will echo like a mirror in my mind i can't believe what your saying to me, over and over, your words are tears so long awaited it's true washing me away, everything goes away you love me there is joy in beginning but I am only a shadow of myself and you will never know me and i will never learn the silence you could teech me i'll burn away and listen to my voices and waunder the earth an alien to myself and forgotten in your mind but you know night comes in many shades you are nothing but a silent shade a feint voice wich echos quietly around my dark room but friend some secret landed on me when I was younger that is that you are a star that the people this land belongs to are berried right under us and you are an indian water sister dancing naked in woods for Dyonisus free and away safe from me but falling back you fall back to me i only wihed that you truly existed i am dead |
| i've been waiting I've been waiting your arriving like an acid orgasm messiah jaring hangover of the further world empty pallete of the body remaining wheightless free mountain nicotine the mounths sleep trembling awakening swallowing the mouth of God I tranced through your pittiful gold the cretean girls sun swurve acros red garland black laced dance their bodies tongue swirl sweetly through their rasin skin and icy light eyes and lightless eclipse at the apex solar temple glare ... icy monsters crawl from her eyes down the lightning arrows poked thoroughly in the hot crotch... smoke rolled like pepper clouds up into the stratosphere from little red lips parted and tucked out like a bouncy red sofa... i longed their in my mind until the fog creeped around my head and the rivers of life swam in one silver lightning ... ah, my brother here and there there are clues into everything... |
| the cold nozzle kissed my temple in death if I don�t write, what will become of me? what has happened to the jolly first three? the great fun we used to have t those summer parties a cloud has eaten all those memorires away away from me somthing I had no intention of loosing this soon THIS GAME HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!! the rainbow peices fall in precision the chester king in his rainbow tuxedo wallows in his forked tiedie tongue swallows me ithink i�m gonna crash man I am an emptty shell I am an empty hell I am the lollypop king kill me in your dreams useless, my body inherits the lines of time... what happened to love... has it been that long love.... |
| Clock ticked in yellow rhymes burlesque tick-tock talking chimes benchmark three clandestine times let's make it through this thing worth it all let's raise the bus and trade the hall hey man, I see things let us carry out our grandiose schemes Beatnik bounty bubble blue the antra flower man it's time for a fresh look upon these fallow frowns the ouchy-grouchy couchy linoleum friends begin in the end Jamming your Jorma smooth as a smock-beat dead-beat - Greek-sheet tooled in the big mind - straight line on frown Jamming flaming crane-drain up the flaming-staining rain-brain Blue-goo goppy grease flew through my sick language languid speech... Graffy-Taffy Mappy trails naive sexual opinions Take the flaming arrows off the stairs slide them in your Sock - swallow the two jar faces traces intrepid pepper eyes anger styles Nazi hot rally of prep popper pie Black and anger cheat sheet riding high - sweat treat the inescapable fashion mind to wander expand and eat up all the lazy Sunday adventures psychedelic mind-mass beats the green tokens of this contraption that we call life - life flowing through me steadily dripping in Styrofoam cups Optimum infringement of my benchmark silly stringent shitty sty this stixy inlay of constitutional time give me my token back! neo-gree leak melting conductor dissolved in the mud of life's gracing stop this defacing of my dish-spirit raising you're all phasing in the seashore mind Tongue tapping toe tantrum my manna-lotus sun borgodas reaching up their eyes to the silly tally totem Brign grappling lips rapping minds zapping moms napping mouths flapping take an unspoken look at your little nook peak your own pad find your grand add freeze this fun fad learn what may |
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| wake up before the kindred wine wind blows you from my radiance milk this holy hollonistic cow of mine let the water run breath brisk dry let holy wind flow through your body like water the indian condor gows lightless silhoute strong before a curtain of white sun light that waterfalls down from the canapy of smokey clouds to the coblestone beach with its beard of ashes and shrubbery ponder with me up and down this olympian ocean postcard softly whisper in your harmonanimelloncollic charm this ghostly beach melts like butter in the swampy afternoon as you and I walk pondering |
| What kind of evils have been done at this house. And those birds, the flock of pepper dots that stink in the eyes like stingy metal graffitti lightening. Foreign mind mirror reflection birrds. birds, birds. Stirgen blood hungry needle. Sabre with red. birds, birds birds, and there turds turds turds flinging like some static soap opera sound. there all around crying and dieing. those birds, birds, birds. in one magnetic flock they choose their paths only one mind.... one great sobre mind... the same mind the wind and the winter corellate and and move.. movement... birds... their turtrds... like marbles collecting pealrs dropping everywhere.. on everything... experience the birds birds birds... their voices in the wind like thousand infants crying unfed... feed those birds... your body... feels like ... summer is comming with the return of mmy birds.. pull the summer in by the threads those feathers pull in the air.... the cold air has had its control over men... now, who dares fly and pump their sweat into into the sky... making my sty sticky again... sweat so much the air is humid now... and their heat in the sky... where so many years there has been no warm gentile beeting hearts... melts the winter... and everything is hot again.... too hot for man to do his work ... but must sit under his spectrre ice ducts and listen to those birds with control... and think... about birds birds birds... and whose to clean up those turds turds turds. rust drips from the wobolly windows like evil.. what evil is hidden here... the rooof is caving on the evil in shame of the things it has protected for years... and entering the door where some mut schrathed till the wood was worn yellow and her paws smelled to her a red like the red pain when she becomes invisible... but not to her masters... the cold and concrete life. she knows them.... smells some evil in the house.. wants it and barks colder... hates when voice is lost. always. freeking frosty joints... one can enter this house with strength twenty times his normal power.. bu t alway s some thing inside slows one to the evil.. the evil no one can hide or fear very long before it grows its tallons so deep into the stomach... that if pooled away... bleeding through every eye ever to waunder whats ticks inside you again. power.. this house has power over that one particular lobe in the brain that acts as a reducing valve... except, the power doesn't reduce by reducing merely... it reduces by chilling, subtly freezing you in the path of your owne movie.... and the invisible strings that clasp through every movement your limbs have ever dared to make beyond themselves.. comes floating back... residule actions.. history.. the past... made to ghostly lights and follows you around like the child balloon, crazy coon ... dark rebune..... red room... bed room... take me out-a-here...! i can stand any loger my knees will bark like rusty wheather dogs melting into rubber taffy, green and waxy... bright naffy ... green strings pulling a cloak of black feathers, on invisible draw strings... bloody brown carpet covers evil... we went to this chicks house ya know.. all high as coons may coon at the racooned plastic moon.. tefflon wodded by a child's red hand... the moon.. the moon... kitty here room.. black light posters from Chinese 70's all the sparks come stinging like stencil off the wall... ancient circuits and salty flakes splahing behind a revolving light dark brain. our movements made silent shadows to burn the sparkle out from behind the closset cavern where he adosecant dwelled and put blood into her finger and spent time to linger behind the walls so her parrent's plastic eyes couldn't hang her out in yard on the willow branching trees like thin septic cords... The bed and the stuff the great mountains and cliffs of stuff collected into bluffs and ravines and cliffs and plateuas of clothes and papaer and trash... the great germ and bug empire dwelling in the promised land cana.... leave it alone.. it's her's... it's familiar gold charms sonorous sophoriphic glowing lamps... aphrodisiac of personal, porcelen place where time began... where dragons did not exist and she was led to their layers... where thought and expression squashed into brooding phegamatic time spent waiting... for a star... every night a cold nozzle kissed her temple with the ice salty sting of a swallowed star.. super nava blue rova... watch out, who's comming? a lightening sparked against the brick heeled monster boots trotting sabres across glass... the stranger saw everything and breathed it all in.. she perched herself against his lips and waited to what shape they would form... she was seeing her world through his eyes.. for the first time... there was no response... her ears were dead... her eyes were night pasted swollen.. she slipped off his lips and down his wrinkleless chin... her mouth was sowne shut by invisible wires that the the stranger had lassowed there and pulled tight so that the gurls lips were locked together like a closing draw string on a potatoe sack... rose blossom frozen straight shut... silence "I gotta jet, ya know" he paused and searched the galaxy for an exit fom her world.. a swift exodus before the ice exploded in the room and froze him in his boots burned swollen mouth.. he pulled the strings shut.. pulled so hard the lasso nicked out of the mouth... and ripped the corse barbed thorny wire through her lips so that the embarassment and hate bled like brign dripping down her mouth and into his face... exodus!!!! "uh... um... yeah..." and he was gone... her fire was burned out and her anjal was swallowed by the sky... the fire in the red sky swung some doors of heaven and the strangers walked until the white washed over his boots and was gone. |
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| I want To reach out and swallow the forming dew off her tongue To fly like her flutering buterfly lashes And know Her confidence eyes shines through drenching Skin shivers anticipation And worlds fat hot glow my wo man furnace |
| Michael Brendon Flowers Died December 8-9, 2001 |
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| Haven�t played in a long long time Forgot to hold the strings and make a sound holler my noise to get through to you A voice to move your soul I�d trade all my strings to play it true And write my name in your heart Sound of a mother in labor Sound of a father in the field Sound of their sons lying the trenches Hiss of the radio Laughter of a girl playing the garden I think that I can write it down Not today Not now Mabee someday You�ll show me how I know one day I�ll see you again My friend And did you make a sound When you laid your head down Six feet under the earth Raining in Alabama Writing letters you�ll never read I can feel the sand in my hand moan of a woman in labor grunt her husband in the field crying of their son dying in the trenches crack of a new day coming thunder of the water breaking wind And if I had a choice, I�d do it all again And on those hot musty days I think I can still hear you laughing About all those things I don�t understand And in your special place Where you put all your dreams I can still hear you scream James Wood |
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| Check Out Stephen Flowers Punk Band in Birmingham, AL. These guys rock The Shutinns released their first CD in January of 2002 called Bustin With Terror. Here's a link to their sight: www.bustinwithterror.com |
| A internet magazine called the glimpse is an interresting collectiuon of art, poetry, and true life stories. www.bluerayne.com |
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| OK, Hands down, my favorite show on the radio and internet: This American Life with Ira Glass. I LOVE SARAH VOWEL, Stephen Sedarus, Dishwasher Pete and many other writers tackle everyting from the hardy boys, to american culture and subculture, to serious issues of our country. www.thislife.org |
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| I fell in love in a TV Show it took about a minute or so and the next thing that I know that was an hour ago and I feel like raining in land I don't understand how you go on hypnotizing me an that TV show from the land we all know goes on in the canyon of my brain driving me insane |
| I was thinking just the other day About how we used to play Building forts in the back yard Didn�t know it would be so hard We were just 17 We found our first dirty magazine Lying on the side of the road Magats had eaten through her chode Once I captured flowers from heaven And put them in an earthly jar They hushed me awhile with their beautiful power Yet alas a bee should pass and sting me in the eye Now I just sit back and listen to the world pass me by Painting pictures in the sand Waiting for the time to kill All the measures in our hands The silent cries of the window sill Can you picture what will be How will infinite taste to me Is there silence in the breeze Are we real or just shadows in the sand |
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| This is a collection of Poetry. Enjoy. Copyright and all rights reserved by James Wood 2002 |