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Name: Colton
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Beaumont
Birthday: 11/19/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: I love God muchos, my super awesome frends, music, bein crazy, typin my life away on this computer! hah
Expertise: umm i guess it'd be music or other artsish stuff...but most of all, i am *really* stinkin good at being teh noltoc...lol..w.ow i'm a dork ^_^
Occupation: Government
Industry: Government
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  LifeOverRadio
MSN: LifeOverRadio@hotmail.com
Member Since:
12/1/2005
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| really?why does this thing have to be on the front of my house.
not cool.
it looks worse when you see it close up.
i don't do spiders.
no.
PS looks like tropical storm slash hurricane edouard is heading this direction, ish. not cool, either. | | |
| Crossmen...Here I come!
Bones
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| "Can you feel it?"Wow, a full length blog!
My life has been slightly crazy as of late. But mostly in good ways.
I'm extremely busy, always. I'm alone a lot, but I'm also surrounded
by people a lot. It's usually one or the other. I'm going to be an
"adult" in a little less than two months. I'm going to college in a
little over ten. And I may very well be traveling across the country
all summer.
I made lead tenor sax in the all region jazz band this saturday, so
that will be fun. I also felt like my recording for state auditions
went really well...but there is a lot of competition for all-state
jazz, so the chances of anything coming of that are slim. I really
want to make all-state this year. I'm working like crazy on those
stupid etudes. I'm also learning to play the baritone - not baritone
saxophone, just baritone. I'm going to audition for Crossmen in
November - a Division I Drum & Bugle Corps. Said audition will
determine whether I will, as I mentioned above, or will not be
traveling across the country all summer. If I make it, I will move in
for spring training at the end of may, learn drill and music for a
couple of weeks, then begin a national tour of performances and
competitions. It would be an awesome opportunity and a major challenge
both musically and physically.
I am going to be an uncle again! 
I found out on Sunday that my sister, Kristin, is pregnant with her 2nd
child. That's pretty stinking awesome - except that the baby will be
expected next summer, while I may be on tour with Crossmen :( but
that's okay. Kristin and Ryan(her husband) crack me up. Most people
either try to have kids or try not to have kids, but they're just
like...."whatever....if i get pregnant that's cool...and if not that's
cool too"...lol. Kristin, you rock my socks off.
Well I suppose that is all for now. Adios! | | |
| "Monsters to be Named"Read these lyrics....they are quite incredible
The wind is fine to watch
From the confines of my room
The window forced into a wall
Like a hole inside a tomb
Watch the leaves go up and up
And watch them slowly fall back down
Hear the clouds rush idly by
Hear them crash into the ground
No noise could ever save me
From the voice inside my head
From the nightmares in my closet
From the monsters in my bed
Your name is the sound I sigh
When I'm forced to see my breath
During winter chills of loneliness
And the knowledge that there's death
You see, since every man must live
I guess that every man must die
Young and old and in between
Every man must laugh and cry
There is joy; there is sadness
Inside of every human heart
And there's a slave and there's a free man
And a chance to never start
It seems I'm living in an age
Where the good guy's just as bad
As every bastard born in darkness
With a thorn upon his head
I'm haunted by the memory
Of my mother's maiden name
And the perfection that I promised
At a time that never came
And I know my parents love me
I know I love them back
I know my love ain't perfect
I see that there's a lack
Of consequences for my actions
Compensation for my days
Spent doubting everything around me
God, vindicate my ways
One by one, I see them come
The monsters to be named
They stand and fall; they walk and crawl
Here I am, ashamed
A cemetery looks the best
When it's formed outside a church
Dirt filled with all the lonely people
Who had given up the search
Some gave up because they found it
Some quit; some never tried
Everybody pondered looking
Some alone, some side-by-side
Oh God, I wish I could've been there
The day that Moses hit the stone
A man blessed by holy heaven
A man courageous and alone
I'd love to watch him drink the water
While the people stood and cheered
Did he know full well his sin
Would bring to bear all that he feared?
Forty years he cried for nothing
But my unrequited love
Of a land I've only heard of
From all these thunder clouds above
And Oh God, oh yes I love you
But right now I'm mad as hell
I am your friend, God, please remember
I am your voice inside this shell
Of human frailty and misgivings
About the promises of truth
I only know, God, what you've shown me
Apart from that, there is no proof
I see the stars in all their glory
I see the waves crash on the shore
I see the order and the chaos
But I wish I could see more
Of your abundance in the desert
And of your man upon the sand
Instead of seas you never parted
In this dry and lonely land
I'm gonna trust you, Lord, I love you
You're my savior and my friend
Give me strength to bear this moment
Of despair that you did send
One by one, I see them come
The monsters to be named
They stand and fall; they walk and crawl
Here I am, afraid
The night crawls through my window
As I crawl into my bed
To dream of candles I left burning
Next to books I never read
I hear the birds no longer singing
I see the black behind the rain
I see the emptiness that's filled
With songless birds and crushing pain
My name is no more than a sound
My presence somehow seems to draw
Symbols scribbled on a paper
To fulfill this nation's law
Here's my name if I could give it
My selfhood etched into my chest:
"I am a man, I am a poet
I am redeemed, and I'm a mess
I have joyful lips and tragic eyes
On the same face that hides a soul
That lives to love a God through death alone
Allows me to be whole."
One by one, I see them come
These angels to be praised
They stand and fly; they never die
Here I stand, amazed
I stand, amazed
I stand, amazed
Are you amazed?
- Elliot Fitzgerald
Okay, that's all.
Oh, and I took the time to type all that out for you, because you can't generally find lyrics for unsigned artists online. Bye!
PS I'm not cutting my hair off :)
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