Spot Poem
All i ever wanted was to sit aloft on the clouds of cool care-a-lot for my spiritual sereneness, singing merry to a happy, hot woodstock tune, like sly and the family stone's "dance to the music/music lovers/want to take you higher," that
Rock Out
Oh yes, that wolf was pouring out the music...and he was also pouring his soul into it. oh, nordic... that's his name, by the way.
heresy
#3 of music lyrics # heresy ## by: djanthro a lost neutrality, a lust for artillery, an overrated infancy, a brand new affinity, an uproard blasphemy, a yerning for anarchy, a hatred for democracy, that defines me.
It's Always Sunny In Liberty City - The Gang Goes West
Sylvr- what background music? holy fuck, he’s gone insane.â (smiles and starts to spaz out)â well, this is it. i’m dead, woo hoo!
One Lost Note Chapter 1
Andrew: It was a typical day for the young fox. Sitting in Algebra,I try to keep my mind on the new lessons and equations,having to make up for botching my way through the first semester. A_ll I need is the credit,Just pay attention,You'll get your...
Around The Fur - Chapters 5, 6 and 7
"uhm," i said eloquently, wondering exactly what portion of my obvious activities he was referring to, "listening to music?"
A New Beginning: Chapter Two: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction.
Well, hope everyone enjoyed the story, even if i did get rather lazy with the music selection \>.=.\> more will follow.
Wasteland Survivor - Prologue
I will try and keep the music theme going (some ad-lib hunting for power sources for my phone will be a side thing of course :) ----------------------------------- my first thoughts for the beginning of the new age was, "meh, its
In Brothers Arms Chapter 1
It sounded like music. "isn't that tiesto?" said benjamin "who?" said sam. "shh" they both pirked they're ears all around to listen to where the music was coming from. they zeroed in on a single sedan. "looks like someone likes trance mus-."
Play On
I sing in a voice weakened by shouting, A voice weakened by hunger, By tears, By sickness; Hear my song; I shall sing in spite of these. I dance with feet wounded by asperity, Feet blistered by marching, By wandering, By hard...
The Analog Kid
It was just another one of those boring, endless summer days where nothing important ever seems to happen for the young fox. There was a wind blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean, the luxurious, almost motherly, warmth that only comes to the lucky...
Singing Land
"Why are we meeting him? He's an old codger who doesn't know anything," the wolf cub said to his mother, as they walked beneath the maple trees leading to the hidden forest clearing on this moonlit night. "He is a coyote of great wisdom who has...