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DarthArcanus
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Name: Steven
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Tulsa
Birthday: 7/27/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Sports, cars, Drum Corps, Sooner football, Guitar
Expertise: Computer networking, maintenance, and repair, car repair, baseball, golf, Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 1 and 2
Occupation: Parts
Industry: Genuine GM Parts
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  DarthArcanus
MSN: stevenl1@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  sleepinb12
Member Since:
10/18/2005
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| RestlessShe's Why I'm Restless
Steve Lovell
I'm still awake on this old bed
Beer buzz still ringing in my head
Just another night alone
Laying curled up by the telephone
Watched every late night show again
Haven't missed a single one since then
Since the night I can't seem to forget
When I left the house as she still slept
She's why I'm restless
Why I can't sleep at all
My head is filled with these thoughts
Of my mistake in being gone
If I called her tonight
And she said baby come back home
I'd drive right on over
at 2 in the morning
And I'd tell her that she's the only one
I know I can't bother her now
The sun'll be up in just a few hours
Maybe I'll miss work again
Just to wish that I'd gone in
And if I lay here all day long
Listen to all the same old songs
It'll be just another day
It seems they've all become the same
She's why I'm restless
Why I can't sleep at all
My head is filled with these thoughts
Of my mistake in being gone
If I called her tonight
And she said baby come back home
I'd drive right on over
at 2 in the morning
And I'd tell her that she's the only one
If I called her tonight
And she said baby come back home
I'd drive right on over
at 2 in the morning
And I'd tell her that she's the only one
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| In A New York Minute...In a New York minute, everything can change. Thanks, Don Henley. It's amazing how fast things do change, especially when you're not expecting it. You're just cruising along, thinking everything is perfect, and then your entire scope of reality is gone. I watched the woman I was madly in love with lose her entire world as the one person she was truly close to dwindle away to nothing. I remember the call, the driving a hundred miles an hour trying to get to her, and the way it crushed my heart when I finally got to her and she couldn't even speak. I remember the way her father turned his back on her countless times and she still took care of him. She had to grow up within a matter of weeks, way before she should have. "Derevaun Seraun," I use it everywhere. It's Gaelic for "The end of pleasure is pain." I stole it out of a James Joyce novel. It's starting to make more sense to me now. Our life is full of simple pleasures, but one thing can take them away and all we're left with is crushing pain. I don't know how she still lives the life of a normal person after what she had to go through. She keeps telling me it's all because of me, but God knows I've had my share of things that she shouldn't have had to deal with. If 3 years has taught me anything, it's that a woman is a strong entity.
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| WinterSo it's cold out. Another winter passing, the ice and snow like a blanket, covering everything it can reach. We all take refuge in whatever we can find for warmth; a blanket, a fire, the tender embrace of a loved one. For some it's simpler than that. A familiar book, or a song of someone else's winter wonderland. And the road we all travel in this cold season is covered by the same ice and snow that we all hold so dear with memories of snowmen and angels in the blanketed grass. Beneath the snow are the same rocks that we trip on every day throughout the rest of the year, but what is it that makes the freezing months warmer, happier than some other times of the year? Perhaps the snow that covers these stones are the thoughts of a new lover found in the new year, or spending time with family as you're frozen in your house through the day, afraid to leave the warmth for the treacherous cold outside. Perhaps the snow is just a reminder that we all have stones in our path, but sometimes there is a medium that allows us to travel without having to notice them.
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| Update of sorts...Hmm...so this thing is working again, eh? Much has changed. I'm working in auto parts, have been since November 2007, living with my grandparents, listening to new music, playing lead guitar in two bands, attending college as a music major, and just enjoying life :)
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| Everything I NeedSo...nothing in awhile, I know. I've been busy like crazy. On my third week of a new job, preparing for college, still loving Amanda to death, writing music, and just enjoying everything I'm given each day. I'm selling my SG...something I thought would never happen. But I'm selling it in order to buy a Fender TC-90 Thinline guitar. Basically a hollow-body, double-cutaway Telecaster body with Seymour Duncan SP90 pickups, the same Tune-o-Matic bridge that my SG has, a set neck, and a really, really awesome black cherry burst color with smoked chrome hardware. I honestly can't wait. It will sound better for country and blues than my SG, which incidentally is what I play more. I need an amp, too. We'll see what happens. I'm just enjoying my day off. Last weekend I picked up Brad Paisley's Time Well Wasted album, and it is truly kick ass. Check it out! Actually I'm off to pick up my paycheck! []Deace Out!
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