It's like driving along with the lights out.
Speeding into the darkness.
But it's alright, it's alright.
I can see you up ahead on the horizon
You keep the light on, keep the light on.
What did you say. To bring me out.
Away from the darkness.
It's alright, It's alright.
I'm coming home to you now.
You keep the light on, keep the light on.
You put a spell on me
You can't stop me
Something's got control
something's got my soul
I can't stop it
Don't want to stop it.
I see a storm ahead, there's rain about
Black and cold in the darkness
It's alright, It's alright
I'll get through to you somehow
Just keep the light on, kepp the light on.
I'm scared
Can't see too clear
But I will get through
wait for me
Leave a light on for me
Friday, July 20, 2012
Which Direction
Internal time is
Eternal time.
It never ends. It never ends.
A conversation
Procrastination.
It's in my head. It's in my head.
It goes on and on.
Taking me from
The world of one
The world I'm on
Another way
No other way
It's all the same. All the same
A new direction.
An intersection
Run away. I'll run away.
Eternal time.
It never ends. It never ends.
A conversation
Procrastination.
It's in my head. It's in my head.
It goes on and on.
Taking me from
The world of one
The world I'm on
Another way
No other way
It's all the same. All the same
A new direction.
An intersection
Run away. I'll run away.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Starman 3
It was not a large town. His fellow investigators had flown over large metropolises before as well as vast deserts, oceans and mountain ranges. So he was quite certain that this was not one of the larger populated areas. The town had a main street with buildings down either side, with people walking and hustling about in various vehicles. In fact, there seemed to be quite a bit of activity with many of the vehicles gathering together in front of one particular building. One vehicle he saw, which was larger than the others was carrying much of the wreckage that he had come across during the night.
He looked just like a bald caucasian human man, no one would suspect he was in fact from another planet, so he decided to mingle with the group that was quickly gathering around the wreckage. They did not communicate the way he did. He was not familiar with the way they were communicating but he tried to pick up what he could. He was used to the vocal clicks and pops and beats that were his own language. These beings were making strange but ordered vocal sounds that sounded more like the noises he and his friends made back home when the were just messing around. There were two sounds that he noticed they all kept repeating: "bahdiholi" and "crash". Every conversation he listened in to contained those sounds and they were connected to the wreckage that everyone was studying. He walked away practicing the two sounds to himself. It sounded quite authentic after a while so he decided to try and communicate with the next human he came across. It was a young woman who was walking along the sidewalk towards him. As she passed he vocalised "crash". She looked at him and said "yes, it's terrible. Why did they try to fly in that weather last night?"
"Bahdiholi", he replied.
"Yes, I have some of his records. My sister went to the concert last night. Do you like his music?"
To which he replied "crash". This was his first contact and he was quite proud of what he had achieved.
"You're not from around here, are you?" It was a small town after all, so a stranger did stand out a little.
"Bahdiholi" he said again. The woman was getting a little uncomfortable now as she was not used to conversing with foreigners and this one sounded very foreign. So she wished him a good day and continued over to join the group at the wreckage.
Proud of his first effort at communicating with the people of this planet but unsure just what it was he was communicating he decided to keep moving to try to find one of the larger populated areas to continue his quest for knowledge. He also felt sad about the lives that were lost in the accident and, somehow, connected and did not want anyone to think he may be to blame. So he walked all the way along the main street and started heading out of town. After a mile or two a passing truck saw him walking along the road and pulled over just in front of him. As he walked passed the driver yelled out the window "You look lost, you need a ride? I'm going to Des Moines and then across to Chicago."
He tried to say his two words but could only emit "bahdi" before the driver flung open the passenger door and yelled "well jump in Buddy I could use the company" as he gesticulated at him to join him in his vehicle.
He looked just like a bald caucasian human man, no one would suspect he was in fact from another planet, so he decided to mingle with the group that was quickly gathering around the wreckage. They did not communicate the way he did. He was not familiar with the way they were communicating but he tried to pick up what he could. He was used to the vocal clicks and pops and beats that were his own language. These beings were making strange but ordered vocal sounds that sounded more like the noises he and his friends made back home when the were just messing around. There were two sounds that he noticed they all kept repeating: "bahdiholi" and "crash". Every conversation he listened in to contained those sounds and they were connected to the wreckage that everyone was studying. He walked away practicing the two sounds to himself. It sounded quite authentic after a while so he decided to try and communicate with the next human he came across. It was a young woman who was walking along the sidewalk towards him. As she passed he vocalised "crash". She looked at him and said "yes, it's terrible. Why did they try to fly in that weather last night?"
"Bahdiholi", he replied.
"Yes, I have some of his records. My sister went to the concert last night. Do you like his music?"
To which he replied "crash". This was his first contact and he was quite proud of what he had achieved.
"You're not from around here, are you?" It was a small town after all, so a stranger did stand out a little.
"Bahdiholi" he said again. The woman was getting a little uncomfortable now as she was not used to conversing with foreigners and this one sounded very foreign. So she wished him a good day and continued over to join the group at the wreckage.
Proud of his first effort at communicating with the people of this planet but unsure just what it was he was communicating he decided to keep moving to try to find one of the larger populated areas to continue his quest for knowledge. He also felt sad about the lives that were lost in the accident and, somehow, connected and did not want anyone to think he may be to blame. So he walked all the way along the main street and started heading out of town. After a mile or two a passing truck saw him walking along the road and pulled over just in front of him. As he walked passed the driver yelled out the window "You look lost, you need a ride? I'm going to Des Moines and then across to Chicago."
He tried to say his two words but could only emit "bahdi" before the driver flung open the passenger door and yelled "well jump in Buddy I could use the company" as he gesticulated at him to join him in his vehicle.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Starman 2
As soon as the "flying saucer" landed in Iowa six of its human like occupants disembarked and immediately headed off in different directions. Some traveled cross country, others followed the backroads and highways in search of signs of life of the occupants of the planet. They would observe everything they could and relate it back to their fellow investigators when they return home. The were extremely interested to find out about the inhabitants of this planet that was so similar to theirs and the inhabitants that were so similar to themselves.
It was a bitterly cold winter's night and all of the visitors new that it was essential for them to find shelter from the snow blizzards that they had found themselves delivered into. One of them was trudging along through the snow when he came across what looked like a crash site. His immediate thought was that it was the ship that had delivered him to this planet only a few hours earlier. But as he came closer he realized it was an earth vehicle, or what was left of an earth vehicle. There were fragments and bodies strewn across the field. He checked all the bodies he could see in the cold dark but there were no signs of life. This was supposed to be a momentous occasion for him as it was his first contact with the alien race that he had come to investigate, but he felt more sadness than pride as it was a horrible scene of recent, tragic death and there was nothing he could do to help these poor beings who he saw were so similar to himself.
In amongst the wreckage he noticed there were some suitcases that had broken apart and strewn their contents around the crash site. Although it was macabre he decided to make use of the clothes that he had found to not only keep him warm but to help him look more like the planet's occupants. He tried on some shirts, jackets and pants which seemed to fit over his body hugging space attire and trudged off away from the accident scene to try and find living humans.
It was well into daylight before he stumbled into a small town and he realized this would be his first contact with live people. With trepidation he walked along the town's main street.
It was a bitterly cold winter's night and all of the visitors new that it was essential for them to find shelter from the snow blizzards that they had found themselves delivered into. One of them was trudging along through the snow when he came across what looked like a crash site. His immediate thought was that it was the ship that had delivered him to this planet only a few hours earlier. But as he came closer he realized it was an earth vehicle, or what was left of an earth vehicle. There were fragments and bodies strewn across the field. He checked all the bodies he could see in the cold dark but there were no signs of life. This was supposed to be a momentous occasion for him as it was his first contact with the alien race that he had come to investigate, but he felt more sadness than pride as it was a horrible scene of recent, tragic death and there was nothing he could do to help these poor beings who he saw were so similar to himself.
In amongst the wreckage he noticed there were some suitcases that had broken apart and strewn their contents around the crash site. Although it was macabre he decided to make use of the clothes that he had found to not only keep him warm but to help him look more like the planet's occupants. He tried on some shirts, jackets and pants which seemed to fit over his body hugging space attire and trudged off away from the accident scene to try and find living humans.
It was well into daylight before he stumbled into a small town and he realized this would be his first contact with live people. With trepidation he walked along the town's main street.
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