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van morrison (lyrics with notes)

And I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue And I'm conquered in a car seat Not a thing that I can do I may go crazy Before that mansion on the hill I may go crazy Before that mansion on the hill But my heart keeps beating faster And my feet can't keep still And all the little girls rhyme something On way back home from school And all the little girls rhyme something On the way back home from school And the leaves fall one by one And call the autumn time a fool Yeah, my t-tongue gets tied Every, every, every time I try to speak My tongue gets tied Every time I try to speak And my inside shakes just like a leaf on a tree I think I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry, cherry wine I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry, cherry wine If I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome engine drivers pine Poster's Note: This is where the narrator suddenly begins to feel optimistic Wait a minute, yonder come my lady Rainbow ribbons in her hair Yonder come my lady Rainbow ribbons in her hair Six white horses and a carriage She's returning from the fair Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Well, I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue Oh yes, I am I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue, oh And I'm conquered in a car seat And I'm looking straight at you Way up on, way up on Way up on, way up on, way up on Way up on, way up on, way up on Way up on, way up on, way up on Way up on To the avenue of trees Keep walking down In the wind and the rain, darling You keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees Nobody, no, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you baby So young and bold, 14 year old Poster's Note: ... Baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby Ooh, yeah

@animalskentucky

Nov 6, 2023

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kerina - adrianne lenker, buck meek

Sweetest Kerina, give me a sign Still haven't seen you Been calling you all the time Calling you all the time Caught in the turning, losing the light But I've learned to believe you When you say it'll be just fine You say it'll be just fine Let me know reasons why we change Why our bodies are more than just breath and veins Yeah, I wonder what remains Past the forest and borders and pocket change Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Wind doesn't blow, baby, just 'cause I want it to Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh You don't want me, honey, just 'cause I wanted you Caught in the turning, losing my mind Well, I lose what I'm learning When I'm calling you all the time But you say it'll be just fine Let me know reasons why we change Why our bodies are more than just breath and veins Yeah, I wonder what remains Past the forest and borders and pocket change Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Wind doesn't blow, baby, just 'cause I want it to Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh You don't want me, honey, just 'cause I wanted you

@juliaprice

Dec 9, 2024

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famous prophets (stars) - car seat headrest

But I remember you, you had a body You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera Did I fail? Did I fall? (In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?) Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart? (Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?) Or is this the start of the great silence? (From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?) Is this the start of every day? (Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone?) ... So descend into cliché If the music has forsaken you Roll the stone over the grave I never liked that one anyways Or stare into the face Of whatever it is that's facing you And if the levee breaks You'll find out what it is that's replacing you And when the mirror breaks I wouldn't miss it for the world Call it blackstar Call it painstar The same thing happens when you touch it Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you Did they tell me What happened to you? ... For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; Then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known And now these two remain ...

@juliaprice

Jan 24, 2024

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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SURFING THE TIDES OF THE EVERYONE TAB

I am a woman of the people

@taterhole

May 28, 2025

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments. We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume. On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics. By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance. For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look. In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.

@taterhole

Dec 27, 2024