NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP

RICK ASTLEY

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've know each other for so long

Your heart's been aching

But you're too shy to say it

Inside we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

(Ooohh give you up)

(Ooohh give you up)

Never gonna give

Never gonna give, (give you up)

Never gonna give

Never gonna give, (give you up)

We've know each other for so long

Your heart's been aching

But you're too shy to say it

Inside we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Windmills Of Your Mind

This morning I been talking with a friend and this song came up in my mind.

Windmills Of Your Mind lyrics

Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel

Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival baloon

Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon

Like a clock those hands are sweeping past the minutes of it's face

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it's own

Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream

Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock those hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket words that jingle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?

Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?

When you knew what it was over you were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair

Like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel

As the images unwind like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind

___________________________

This is often precisely how I feel about the state of my own mind: like everything up there is just running around in circles, like I am frantically trying to organize the messes both up there and in the world that surrounds me, finding meaning in things that on the surface seem meaningless, finding order in things that seem chaotic, searching for truth when others say that there is none to be found.
___________________________

We all have windmills, my friend

I Love You's

Here at SL I hear much people say quickly "I love you". But what is the true meaning of love? Love is only ones opinion on how they feel about another. Is love real? Love is only real when two people can stay true to eachother. Is that possible these days? The way the world is made up of such unreal people, from the fake smiles to the fake ass relationships. Does anyone ever wonder if love is just a word made up? Maybe to keep us feeling secure.
Its so easy to say "I love you". But is it the truth? The word love and the phrase "I love you" these days are so played out.
Person one says: "I love you so much" and person two answers "Since you say you love me, can we have sex now?"
You can love someone from the day you first meet them. But thats not love. Thats just maybe saying you care, but not love. Thats just making a feeling up. When you really love someone, its an unexplainable feeling. So how can you put it into 3 simple little words? So for everyone out there, think about that.

No More "I Love You's" Annie Lenox

I used to be lunatic
From the gracious days
I used to be woebegone
And so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed
For you to see
Oh but now...
(I don’t find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)

No more I love you’s
The language is leaving me
No more I love you’s
Changes are shifting outside the word

(the lover speaks about the monsters)

I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire,despair,desire,so many monsters
Oh but now...
(I don’t find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)

No more I love you’s
The language is leaving me
No more I love you’s
The language is leaving me in silence
No more I love you’s
Changes are shifting outside the word

They were being really crazy
They were on the come.
And you know what mammy?
Everybody was being really crazy. uh huh.
The monsters are crazy.
There are monsters outsides.

No more I love you’s
The language is leaving me
No more I love you’s
The language is leaving me in silence
No more I love you’s
Changes are shifting outside the word

Outside the word

Finesse Nolan

Finesse Nolan

Saturday I got the news that my teacher at Gor and friend at SL, died in real at february 23, 2009. In memorial I place her poem. I will miss you, Finesse

Pixel People

I was told that Pixel People are not real,

so "not real" Pixel People do not feel,

and it clearly follows then, of course,

that Pixel People feel no remorse.

So no one cares if Pixel People sigh,

and no one cares if Pixel People cry.

No one cares if unkind words are spoken,

and no one cares when Pixel hearts are broken.

Pixel People cannot be fools,

nor can they act like stubborn mules.

Pixel People do not lie, they may prevaricate,

and Pixel People do not die, they simply hibernate.

That's all I can ever hope to be,

just a Pixel Person.........pathetic me.

Not even a good one either.........sigh.

You see, I think, i feel, I cry.

The end...

All rights reserved,

Finesse Nolan

Independence Day 2008