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Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania
ambling madly all over the town
Created on 2003-03-15 22:22:46 (#950758), last updated 2008-12-01
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| Name: | Jordanr0cks |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1985-03-06 |
| Location: | Seattle, Washington, United States |
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris smuggling bombs for the underground.
And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence. He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis. And there in the half-light of the provincial midnight to a lone concertina they drank in cantinas and toasted to Edith Piaf and the fall of the Reich.
My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy and left for the cattle but later was found by a communist who'd deserted his ranks to follow his dream to start up a punk rock band in South Carolina. I get letters sometimes. They bought a plantation she weeds the tobacco he offends the nation and they write:
Don't be a stranger, y'hear.
Sincerely, your sister.
So my parents had me to the disgust of the prostitutes on a bed in a brothel. Surprisingly raised with tender care 'til the money got tight and they bet me away to a blind brigadier in a game of high stakes canasta. But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet. I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet. But sometimes I long to be landlocked and to work in a bakery.
And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence. He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis. And there in the half-light of the provincial midnight to a lone concertina they drank in cantinas and toasted to Edith Piaf and the fall of the Reich.
My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy and left for the cattle but later was found by a communist who'd deserted his ranks to follow his dream to start up a punk rock band in South Carolina. I get letters sometimes. They bought a plantation she weeds the tobacco he offends the nation and they write:
Don't be a stranger, y'hear.
Sincerely, your sister.
So my parents had me to the disgust of the prostitutes on a bed in a brothel. Surprisingly raised with tender care 'til the money got tight and they bet me away to a blind brigadier in a game of high stakes canasta. But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet. I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet. But sometimes I long to be landlocked and to work in a bakery.
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80's, 80's music, acoustic, cannibal the musical, drum solos, kexp, lyrics, monster ballads, movies, piano, poetry, songwriting
Schools:
Juanita High School - Kirkland, WA (2000 - 2003)Bellevue Community College - Bellevue, WA (2003 - 2007)
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