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eustaciavye77: (lord and master)

The devil's in drag playing poker with souls...

Self-indulgent drek, but at least most of the spelling is correct!

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Created on 2011-04-10 14:16:28 (#781318), last updated 2016-12-31 (16 weeks ago)

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Name:eustaciavye77
Birthdate:Jul 8
Location:United States of America
My journal is mostly friends only, but music related posts are often public as are some political posts or posts of "stuff I think people should see."


Why no surrender to your lover?
Or to the dead ends of the maze?
With all your life yet to discover
A black sail billows, the sun hits your blade
And you are hungry
You are hungry for you
Only hungry
Only hungry for you
So take a look around.
And a little more….
Who is this for?
And what is this for… your appetite so dangerous?

"Theseus" - Patrick Wolf

People treat you differently
when they believe you've gone where they could never go
and seen beyond the kind horizon
of the only life they know

The minute you get back to town
your family's turned upside-down
it's better just to keep going
to where no one's eyes are cold
better off just following your footsteps on

I am far from the southland, where I was born
growing steadily care-worn (be the river, not the stone)
Blessed be the bold magnolia, far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm

Sometimes it's easier just to keep driving;
saunter up to that horizon.
Let nobody's town become your own.
They see a woman on a mission
with a song for anyone who'll listen,
and when the sun is rising, she is already gone.
By the time the dawn has broken, she's as good as gone.

Far from the southland where she was born,
growing secretly care-worn (be the river, not the stone)
Blessed be the bold magnolia far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm

Better to be the river, not the stone in the middle.
Best to be the changing water, not the pebble dragged along.
Cross the sky; cross the water. You are Mercury's daughter,
and the world will envy you your gypsy song.

Cross the sky; cross the water. You are Mercury's daughter,
and the world will envy you your gypsy song.

You'll be far from the southland where you were born,
growing stubbornly care-worn, (be the river, not the stone)
but blessed be the Bold Magnolia far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm.

"Storm" - SJ Tucker
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