D.L.
Social
Relationship Status
Married
Highschool
Siegel
College
UTK
Interests
art, poetry, photography, music, philosophy, nature
Favorite Music
Coldplay, Ben Folds, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Air, Stereolab, Janis Joplin, Ben Harper, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, The Who, The Doors, The Rolling Stones, Bela Fleck, Robert Johnson, Jack Johnson, Muddy Waters, Cake, 311, Louis Armstrong, David Christopher, Brian Eno, Creedance Clearwater, Dave Matthews, Eric Clapton, Dinosaur Jr., James Brown, Hank Williams Sr., Miles Davis, Jon Brion, Beck, Madelein Peyroux, Modest Mouse, Nirvana, P-Funk, Pavement, Phish, R.E.M., Wilco, Ray Charles, Sonic Youth, The B-52
why do i need a title?
February 09 2006
"money doesnt talk it swears...obscenity who really cares....propaganda all is phony..." --bob dylan
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you walk onto the crowded street...only looking at your feet and all at once you start to see the people...free...set off to meet and talk and be...time goes by and this goes on but then you see theres nothing more...and you turn to run but then again....they grab you in...door to door....
beating faster and faster still....youre trapped within against your will...these stepford wives have got you son...and when you reach for you gun...they lull you in with talk of green...money...change...its all the same....and yet you came....and came again...
throw it off and run outside...only to find youve got nothing to hide...pick up yourself for one more round...this time you wont end on the ground....youve seen this hell...this shopping spree...for the latest fad..starched and pressed theyre all the same...conformity's the game...but you wont go down that way....youll change it all...make them see....
-D
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you walk onto the crowded street...only looking at your feet and all at once you start to see the people...free...set off to meet and talk and be...time goes by and this goes on but then you see theres nothing more...and you turn to run but then again....they grab you in...door to door....
beating faster and faster still....youre trapped within against your will...these stepford wives have got you son...and when you reach for you gun...they lull you in with talk of green...money...change...its all the same....and yet you came....and came again...
throw it off and run outside...only to find youve got nothing to hide...pick up yourself for one more round...this time you wont end on the ground....youve seen this hell...this shopping spree...for the latest fad..starched and pressed theyre all the same...conformity's the game...but you wont go down that way....youll change it all...make them see....
-D
