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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

Post by Canaan » Tue Oct 27, 2020 2:27 pm

Like a North Star, Isaac felt in his bones that he would always and forever navigate his life by his lover’s light.

This beautiful line from Isaac's writer was given to me last night on the heels of my reading this heady quote from Beau Taplin, and together they reminded me of some lyrics that are pretty damn perfect for these two.


'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me
And look in my eyes
You are perfection, my only direction
It's fire on fire



Fire on Fire by Sam Smith
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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

Post by Isaac Wheeler » Thu Oct 29, 2020 9:00 am

Two Beethoven songs Isaac loves to play:

One he plays exclusively for Cane:

Beethoven Sonata No 23 3rd Movement Appassionata

The other he played as dramatic background accompaniment while Isaac wrestled with some inner demons and Koyan hilariously wrestled with the haunted jukebox on 10/13/19 at The Golden Perch.

Moonlight Sonata III: Presto Agitato
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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

Post by Josette Wheeler » Mon Nov 02, 2020 12:56 pm

(Josie and Cane’s post bet duet! Thanks for rockin’ out for fun with my ballerina!)

Sugar High

They all said life's just a bowl of cherries, but
sometimes it seems like anything but
think again
sometimes reputations outlive their applications
sometimes fires don't go out
when you're done playing with them
I feel so funny deep inside
I wanna kiss myself goodbye

Sugar high

Gotta have it really need it to get by
sugar high
wanna feel it can't conceal it
sugarhigh

We could go out and not even leave the house
a TV set and a bottle of wine, just fine
crashing out on that old pull out couch
watching Saturday Night Live
I guess that's why
I feel so funny deep inside
I wanna kiss myself goodbye

Sugar High

when I think about my life
I wanna kiss myself goodbye

Sugar High

Alright! [guitar solo]

I... far and wide
I've explored the deepest caverns of my mind
to try and find an explanation why
I get this funny feeling deep inside
when I think about my life
I wanna kiss myself goodbye

Sugar high

Gotta have it really need it to get by
sugarhigh..
I wanna feel it can't conceal it makes me high
sugarhigh...
need it now I've got to live until I die
sugarhigh...
can you feel it, can you feel it
Sugar High!
Shhhhh....
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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

Post by Isaac Wheeler » Thu Nov 05, 2020 8:34 am

Definitely an Isaac and Cane song.

If You Want Blood (You Got It)

It's criminal
There ought to be a law
Criminal
There ought to be a whole lot more
You get nothin' for nothin'
Tell me who can you trust
We got what you want
And you got the lust
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
You want blood
You got it
Yes you have

It's animal
Livin' in the human zoo
Animal
The shit that they toss to you
Feelin' like a christian
Locked in a cage
Thrown to the lions
On the second page
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the street
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
You want blood
You got it
O positive

Blood on the rocks
Blood on the streets
Blood in the sky
Blood on the sheets
If you want blood
You got it

I want you to bleed for me

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

Post by Canaan » Thu Nov 05, 2020 2:01 pm

He’s a poet. He’s a real rough and tumble. He’s got the
bloom of desert peach inside his open mouth & a good
amount of crooning to do. Kiss like a snapped guitar
string. I dream of his shoulders & a full moon.

I want to be twisted in his hand like a length of rope.
—julykings
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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

Post by Josette Wheeler » Thu Nov 12, 2020 4:20 pm

To a Skylark

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven,
In the broad day-light
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,

Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.

All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflow'd.

What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

Like a high-born maiden
In a palace-tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:

Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its aëreal hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:

Like a rose embower'd
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflower'd,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves:

Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awaken'd flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

Teach us, Sprite or Bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

Chorus Hymeneal,
Or triumphal chant,
Match'd with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.

What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?

With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest: but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.

Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Re: Inspiration for the Muse

Post by Josette Wheeler » Thu Nov 19, 2020 10:02 am

“Let Me Die in My Footsteps.”

I will not go down under the ground
’Cause somebody tells me that death’s comin’ ’round
An’ I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

There’s been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin’ that the end is close by
’Stead of learnin’ to live they are learnin’ to die
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

I don’t know if I’m smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin’ the wool over me
And if this war comes and death’s all around
Let me die on this land ’fore I die underground
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

There’s always been people that have to cause fear
They’ve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I’ve not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I’d buy the whole world and change things around
I’d throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep down deep in your souls
And you’ll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.

-Bob Dylan
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