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_I dreamed a dream - Les Miserables_ There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed, that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 4:23 AM UTC
Note 320:
One Day More
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC
Note 242:
I catched a glimpse of you, Running through the moonlight. You climbed the barricades again, Because you fight day and night. I didn't see your face that night, But I know you looked beautiful. And even though there's chaos here, You made my world feel peaceful I see you standing there, every day, Waving the big red flag. But you're so far ahead of it. It's not the revolution, it's me, that you outdrag, I see you fight here all the time, And I get filled with pride. So as long as we'll stand on the barricade together, We don't have to hide. You are my barricade boy, And the revolution is ours. And someday we'll fill the world, With black and red flowers
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Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
Barricade Boy (1)
I'm going to Paris in a few days, Definetly going to Quartier Latin and then of course steal the mona Lisa and start a revolution Let's get the barricade boys Don't trust the baguette
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
Note 134:
There, out in the darkness, a fugitive running. Running from God. Did I write that? I don't think so, Maybe it was me. Wait, maybe I heard it somewhere.   I sigh in frustration and look to the skies but I see nothing. Just darkness. Not the total black, the absence of light brought on by the spinning of the sun, the darkness that signifies rest, rejuvenation , No. no, just a faint black, a charcoal blackish grey brought on by a fog; I glance around but I have no clue where I am. The fog is too thick. I know that there's something beyond the fog. Um, big ball of fire burning in the sky. Sun. That's what it's called. After forever, I see a path, a meandering, twisting path. Its bricks not yellow like Dorothy walked on but red. Wait, I can see the colour. Maybe this is the path I walk.It's a long trek but that's what I'll do. Trek. Lugubriously down the path. Flashes of gold before me, of red, of blue, of orange, of purple, of a colour I cannot name but seems like a blue green thing. Sometimes I can catch them, sometimes I can't. Sometimes they form a picture. A face in front of me. A voice. A flash of lightning in a cold dank world. Rain, falls. I know rain. Rain, will make the flowers? Grow. No! not my words as well. Where do they come from? The weather grows darker, the fog grows thicker. I wish I remember how it all started. I close my eyes to think. When I open my eyes, two little faces appear in front of me.  I know them? no, I don't. Wait, I do know them. They chirp something at me, like two little birds in a pod. Peas, peas in a pod. Peas don't squeak. Peas posit, no, peas don't talk at all they're not sentient. **** it, the fog is back. I look at them and smile. That's what you do when you see people don't you? Now I see some people coming into the room! Big men! They'll steal from me! **** me! I have to defend myself!  Oh wait, one of them wears a face. I've seen a million times; it's so... familiar. I look across to the mirror in the bathroom. Oh, he wears some version of my face. But younger. With... well with better hair. He growls at me, his voice booms and brings the room to a stand still. I still don't know what he says. The smaller one echoes. His voice slightly smaller, less boom-y. Boom-y, that's not a word. There's a word for it, I, The words are there, in my head, like rays of sun bright, no sunlight, coming through the darkness. I wince at the thought of the heat burning my skin. But there's no heat. Just fog. Just that blasted, ****** fog. It came one day, out of the darkness chasing me down like I was fugitive. It never sleeps, it never eats, it never leaves. Just there. Why can't I see the sky. I remember what the sky was like. It was, green? no blue. The sky was blue. My dreams are interrupted by the boom-squeakers. That's not a word is it? I used to be good at words, I used to write them in a book, for others to read, for others to write The four faces are in full speed now, booming and squeaking and squeaking and booming. I nod at what they say, I still don't understand them. Something about school and class, something about work and money. Suddenly I see her,  there's a fine one across the room, I open my mouth but no words come out. She's wearing blue is coming with something. Oh I remember this! Sweets! she must be coming with sweets. She's young and pretty, she knows my name. Wait, why does she know my name. A little too well, wait are we related? that would be bad. Oh no, she doesn't look like any of those around. Her rosy red lips move but I can't hear the words she must be saying. The fog always prevents that. She's brought me candy I think. In a little bowl too! Oo! that's nice. I used to love candy. I think I still do now? I let my guard down! Oh no! they've got me! (Pop!) they've forced me to swallow something! I better spit it out! Spit! Spit! Spit! Oh wait, the darkness is coming, it's better than it normally is. I see the void and know it's time to rest. Maybe when I get up tomorrow, the fog will finally... clear. As I teeter on the edge, I hear it. the voices. They're saying something. They say.... "Is Grandpa Grandpa today, Dad?" "He'll be fine, son. sniff He'll... maybe. be ok. Some day." "Maybe tomorrow he'll remember us?" "Maybe tomorrow, now put on the music. He loved Les Mis, it was always his favourite." "Don't go yet, Dad. Please... don't." The world goes dark but its finally happened. The fog has cleared and I see the sky, just before the sun turns and it goes dark a final time. Now I rest.
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
The Fog
There, out in the darkness, a fugitive running. Running from God. Did I write that? I don't think so, Maybe it was me. Wait, maybe I heard it somewhere.   I sigh in frustration and look to the skies but I see nothing. Just darkness. Not the total black, the absence of light brought on by the spinning of the sun, the darkness that signifies rest, rejuvenation , No. no, just a faint black, a charcoal blackish grey brought on by a fog; I glance around but I have no clue where I am. The fog is too thick. I know that there's something beyond the fog. Um, big ball of fire burning in the sky. Sun. That's what it's called. After forever, I see a path, a meandering, twisting path. Its bricks not yellow like Dorothy walked on but red. Wait, I can see the colour. Maybe this is the path I walk.It's a long trek but that's what I'll do. Trek. Lugubriously down the path. Flashes of gold before me, of red, of blue, of orange, of purple, of a colour I cannot name but seems like a blue green thing. Sometimes I can catch them, sometimes I can't. Sometimes they form a picture. A face in front of me. A voice. A flash of lightning in a cold dank world. Rain, falls. I know rain. Rain, will make the flowers? Grow. No! not my words as well. Where do they come from? The weather grows darker, the fog grows thicker. I wish I remember how it all started. I close my eyes to think. When I open my eyes, two little faces appear in front of me.  I know them? no, I don't. Wait, I do know them. They chirp something at me, like two little birds in a pod. Peas, peas in a pod. Peas don't squeak. Peas posit, no, peas don't talk at all they're not sentient. **** it, the fog is back. I look at them and smile. That's what you do when you see people don't you? Now I see some people coming into the room! Big men! They'll steal from me! **** me! I have to defend myself!  Oh wait, one of them wears a face. I've seen a million times; it's so... familiar. I look across to the mirror in the bathroom. Oh, he wears some version of my face. But younger. With... well with better hair. He growls at me, his voice booms and brings the room to a stand still. I still don't know what he says. The smaller one echoes. His voice slightly smaller, less boom-y. Boom-y, that's not a word. There's a word for it, I, The words are there, in my head, like rays of sun bright, no sunlight, coming through the darkness. I wince at the thought of the heat burning my skin. But there's no heat. Just fog. Just that blasted, ****** fog. It came one day, out of the darkness chasing me down like I was fugitive. It never sleeps, it never eats, it never leaves. Just there. Why can't I see the sky. I remember what the sky was like. It was, green? no blue. The sky was blue. My dreams are interrupted by the boom-squeakers. That's not a word is it? I used to be good at words, I used to write them in a book, for others to read, for others to write The four faces are in full speed now, booming and squeaking and squeaking and booming. I nod at what they say, I still don't understand them. Something about school and class, something about work and money. Suddenly I see her,  there's a fine one across the room, I open my mouth but no words come out. She's wearing blue is coming with something. Oh I remember this! Sweets! she must be coming with sweets. She's young and pretty, she knows my name. Wait, why does she know my name. A little too well, wait are we related? that would be bad. Oh no, she doesn't look like any of those around. Her rosy red lips move but I can't hear the words she must be saying. The fog always prevents that. She's brought me candy I think. In a little bowl too! Oo! that's nice. I used to love candy. I think I still do now? I let my guard down! Oh no! they've got me! (Pop!) they've forced me to swallow something! I better spit it out! Spit! Spit! Spit! Oh wait, the darkness is coming, it's better than it normally is. I see the void and know it's time to rest. Maybe when I get up tomorrow, the fog will finally... clear. As I teeter on the edge, I hear it. the voices. They're saying something. They say.... "Is Grandpa Grandpa today, Dad?" "He'll be fine, son. sniff He'll... maybe. be ok. Some day." "Maybe tomorrow he'll remember us?" "Maybe tomorrow, now put on the music. He loved Les Mis, it was always his favourite." "Don't go yet, Dad. Please... don't." The world goes dark but its finally happened. The fog has cleared and I see the sky, just before the sun turns and it goes dark a final time. Now I rest.
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The smell of gunpowder filled the atmosphere Blood and sweat suffuses the pavements I look at you Out of the blue, I knew what I was fighting for. The deafening silence, Is it really all for freedom? What is it all for? I'd like to think there is a reason why we are here. I see you standing there, I held your hand, "I believe in you." Suddenly, all is clear.
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Behind the Barricade
My lips clash against a bottle mouth and my mouth strangles a cigarette and my teeth clamp down on a paint soaked brush and my tongue taps my teeth in taunts against your lover, The Cause and I wonder if ever you will tilt your angel face down from your pedestal and command me tell you why, my body is your mannequin to pose though I'm not malleable enough for you, my skin is yours to wear for a cloak though it's too large and rough, oh Apollo, my heart is yours to fill with bullet holes and that at least might be to your liking, and I'll bare my teeth in wolfish joy as the guns blaze and molten metal makes a home in my chest and all I will feel is your hand in mine your hand your hand your hand
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
je crois à toi
Enjolras lead the students He lead them in the fight There upon the barricades They fought to get their rights There upon the barricades They fought without much chance There upon the barricades They fought to save their France There upon the barricades They fought to soon be free They fought for a freedom They could only dream to see But the frightened people Soon left their side And there upon the barricades All the students died There upon the barricades With a red flag in his hand There upon the barricades He made his final stand
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Upon The Barricades
"A Little Fall Of Rain Will Make The Flowers Grow"
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
A Little Fall Of Rain (10W)
There, out in the darkness A fugitive running Fallen from God Fallen from grace God be my witness I never shall yield Till we come face to face Till we come face to face He knows his way in the dark Mine is the way of the Lord And those who follow the path of the righteous Shall have their reward And if they fall As Lucifer fell The flame The sword! Stars In your multitudes Scarce to be counted Filling the darkness With order and light You are the sentinels Silent and sure Keeping watch in the night Keeping watch in the night You know your place in the sky You hold your course and your aim And each in your season Returns and returns And is always the same And if you fall as Lucifer fell You fall in flame! And so it has been and so it is written On the doorway to paradise That those who falter and those who fall Must pay the price! Lord let me find him That I may see him Safe behind bars I will never rest Till then This I swear This I swear by the stars!
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Stars (Les Miserables)
There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung No wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart And they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we'll live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed The dream I dreamed.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
I Dreamed A Dream (Les Miserables)
On my own Pretending he's beside me All alone I walk with him till morning Without him I feel his arms around me And when I lose my way I close my eyes And he has found me In the rain the pavement shines like silver All the lights are misty in the river In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight And all I see is him and me forever and forever And I know it's only in my mind That I'm talking to myself and not to him And although I know that he is blind Still I say, there's a way for us I love him But when the night is over He is gone The river's just a river Without him The world around me changes The trees are bare and everywhere The streets are full of strangers I love him But every day I'm learning All my life I've only been pretending Without me His world will go on turning A world that's full of happiness That I have never known I love him I love him I love him But only on my own
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
On My Own (Les Miserables)