From: owner-mariposa-digest@smoe.org (mariposa-digest) To: mariposa-digest@smoe.org Subject: mariposa-digest V1 #20 Reply-To: mariposa@smoe.org Sender: owner-mariposa-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-mariposa-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk mariposa-digest Saturday, April 14 2001 Volume 01 : Number 020 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [mariposa] new york soon to get that color like the back of landscape paintings [mthatcher] [mariposa] and more lyrics ["Rowdy White" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 10:59:56 -0700 From: mthatcher@cmp.com Subject: [mariposa] new york soon to get that color like the back of landscape paintings Howdy all, Well, the song lyrics are a little different from what I have, but it seemed interesting to compare the two, so here's the original poem from September. Michelle > Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 08:30:25 -0500 > Subject: new york soon to get that color like the back of > landscape paintings > > chrissie's bathtub > > there are places to feel at home > in white porcelain > a home with feet > the air a little chilled > the sound of traffic > and children on scooters > float up a well into my head > and i forget > in the deep water > that i have no home > only a storage unit filled with boxes > already used three times > > > since i forget > that i am millions of footsteps from there > and am swallowed in the big city here > i am so so glad i accidentally feel at home > on the fourth floor > and i am so so glad my homes will always > be able to get up and walk away ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 22:49:56 From: "Rowdy White" Subject: [mariposa] and more lyrics life is a stranger by luna taylor i thought i knew from the streets he has long fingers and he has always kept a better beat than me life is a stranger who laughs behind my back he knits with hope in his hands and thinks that he can keep me on track not me i have always run away i have always left them far behind and now that i just want to hold onto something strong he doesn't know where i've gone but he rap-a-taps at my heart noone can know his hands because he creates and then he tears apart and you never know when you never know when but life is a stranger who takes hold of me when i forget to breathe and builds again my street when i forget to breathe he builds again my street _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ End of mariposa-digest V1 #20 *****************************