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  1. This is gonna sound weird but: The Brave Little Toaster. That was my favorite movie growing up and it just pulls me in. Now that I'm 18 though I've found some very troubling themes of death, angst, lonliness and such that I never noticed as a kid. Others would have to be: The Good, Bad, and the Ugly The Longest Day Candyman (any of the 3) South Park: Bigger Longer and Uncut Bevis and Butthead do America A Chiristmas Story Spiderman (all) X-Men (all) and any TMC classic or b-movie that would be prone for Mystery Science Theater 3000 I'll watch.
  2. U2: With or Without You was mine, for May 12, 1987.
  3. Some of the one's I've heard of or seen on other sites include: Johnny Incest and the Relations The Colosotmy Bags Fantastic Earwig !-!-! (hyphenated so it does not reformat) Cheese Beaver Elvis Hitler Insert Creative Name Here
  4. This is my latest song, since I removed two I lost count. Progressive rock tune. Fathers of Alchemy (Written November 18, 2005 By Mike R. Smale © 2005) I. Challenge of the Gods In days when man was immortal- Pure, with righteous hands. The age of light and wisdom- Without war’s dire brand. Answers began to be found To thoughts that never were. Justice and morals drowned- In science’s splendor. II. To Forge the Stone A burst of liquid fire- Toxins in the air. Atop the windswept spire, Witness mankind’s err. A rock of immense fortune, To grant gold and endless
  5. First post in ages, I've been busy with college work and transfer applications to Berklee College of Music so I can leave Fitchburg State and persue a real career. I have no clue which song this is in order, since I removed The Greatest Masquerade and The King's Crusade, I never was fond of those songs. This is my most recent one, progressive rock tune in a 7/8 meter. Running On Time (Written November 6, 2005 By Mike R. Smale) To run the race of destiny; Upon the track of confusion. All of the years rolling by On a nonstop partition Beside you. What does it mean? Have I bee
  6. This is my 24th song, rock n' roll tune. My first song in the true rock n' roll style as well. Cappuccino Kisses (Written September 5, 2005 By Mike R. Smale © 2005) In the neon lighted taverns, Stale heartache drifts about in the air- Some melancholic jazz notes From a lonely saxophone, blare. And in the midst of smoke and sadness- I catch her eyes in a stare. Well, I take the seat right next to her, And I ordered us two coffees. And after just a little bit of small talk, My blood pressure's rising And my stomach is churning With a swarm of bees. Oh, I hardly even know
  7. These three poems were written over the course of this past week and have not received any feedback on my primary site, so any here would be greatly appreciated. All are copywritten 2005. The Enforcer (Written August 23, 2005 By Mike R. Smale) "Strike one- You’re out!" I bowed to the little man And said "goodbye!" __________________________________________________ Breath of Being (Written August 23, 2005 By Mike R. Smale) Glorious Spring has returned To bring salvation to The earth in Fall spurned Come with Life and Peace. But Peace is violent, Such is the order.
  8. My 23rd song, progressive rock tune. Inspired by the 60th anniversary of dropping of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Ballad to August (Written August 17, 2005 By Mike R. Smale © 2005) It was just another summer's day, On a morning barely roused. Children went off to play Under a sky painted by angels. We can finish it quickly they said. Too many of our boys Are coming home dead. If we use this new toy of ours. What have we brought to this world now? An instrument of sin. We burned away our innocence, So that a war we could win. A new device of pain and sorr
  9. Unfortunitely it's not them, my father remembers something of either "Church of" or "Christian" in their name as well as the breakfast bit. My only choice now is to watch the Celtic channel and hope they show the video in between the shows.
  10. I'm not talking about Omnivore or Five Iron or the like. There was a band on the old show Wired on the Celtic Channel, the song was called Feeding Frenzy and was all in black and white, there where three guys in a car singing the song (the chorus was just Feeding Frenzy in a high voice by the only member of the group with a beard) and they are carrying boxes into a store while doing the song and it shows them on the survailance camera. I know my description is awful but I can't find the name of this group anywere. I think it had the word "breakfast" in it for some reason but I'm clueless an
  11. Title is Gaelic for Garden Peace, written for my college writing class. Based on the gardens that fill my backyard. Gairdín Síocháin by Mike R. Smale © 2005 Beyond the motley passage of nodding lilies that greet me with their sharp aroma, against the worn, grey fence on the property line, lies a shrine built of flower blossoms. I come to the edge, where the temple begins, dotted with roses of every red, white and green they can present themselves in, the natural perfume enwraps me along with the cool, moist air of the freshly watered soil. The cedar floor of mulch welcomes me as I ent
  12. Many Divine Comedy songs use a Mellotron in the studio and then apply a session orchestra on stage but some of the songs include: The Summerhouse National Express Generation Sex Becoming More Like Alfie and many many more, virtually every song to be precise.
  13. This is my 22nd song, progressive rock tune. Written at 2:30 in the morning. About searching for new love. Daybreak Memories (Written June 15, 2005 By Mike R. Smale © 2005) Within a summer's darkness, Shortly after midnight- A chilling wind rustles Leaves, before a streetlight. Their shadows waltzing Upon my bedroom wall. I hear a whisper- In the air. I turn to look, And face what is not there. Then gaze out of the window And into the night I stare... Make a tender wish Upon a fallen star. Looking to the distant hills, I wonder where you are. A hazy sunrise- A s
  14. The line always read I'll tell you that you'll lose a love, and throw your heart away. Like I really see the future, if I'm blind to what's today. My AOL account got hacked last night and I think someone had some fun messing with the sites I'm a member of.
  15. This is my 21st song, heavy metal tune. About how not all psychics are tell the truth, inspired after watching an episode of Penn and Teller's Bulls***. Tarot (Written June 6, 2005 by Mike R. Smale © 2005) Look into my cards- let me weave your destiny. I'll feed your spirit, smash your heart, and leave your body empty. One card says that time is fading, but does not say that you will die. I can tell you anything, yet that does not mean I cannot lie. I can suffocate you- strip you of freewill. You now rely on me, and my supernatural skills. Look into my cards- let me
  16. Berklee College of Music in Boston MA is one of the best, I'm heading there after I get a degree in professional writing from Fitchburg State in MA so I can at least chose two paths in life, writing volumes of poetry and prose or music, since I already play clubs and resturants.
  17. This is another poem from my writing explosion I just did about my heartache from losing Jenny recenlty. Silver Roses (Written May 27, 2005 by Mike R. Smale) The petals of a silver rose lie on the ground, bathing in morning's tears. Each droplet, a window to the past- were joy glimmers so close on your face. I reach out, only to break the fantasy- leaving my heart to reminisce.
  18. This is my 20th song, progressive rock tune. About moving on, wrote it while thinking of graduation from high school in two weeks and other events. Twilight at the Sea (Written May 21, 2005 by Mike R. Smale © 2005) Throw a rose into the water, let the gilded breakers bathe your mind. Loosen yourself in the briny liquor, abandon the boundaries of time. The horizon sinks alongside the sun. The stars come forth in a glossy ribbon. Spoils from a battle that was never won. Vapors splash your face and heart, your concluding voyage- you're about to embark. Over the seas to l
  19. Another piece from my writing explosion, this one about my own utopia, inspired by a project in my religion class from March. A Moment in Arcadia (Written May 19, 2005 by Mike R. Smale © 2005) If I were to have a perfect moment, I'd wish one between me and nature. A mourning dove would awaken me lying on a bed of snow white linen, in the center of a lush green meadow all surrounded by high burly trees. My eyes would open to find turquoise above, cluttered by white downy clouds. A breeze would fill my nostrils with perfume of the flowers wild. To my ears comes t
  20. Another new poem of mine from the many I've been writing daily now. This one is about escaping the troubles of the world. The West Moon (Written May 16, 2005 by Mike R. Smale © 2005) Run by the west moon- past the shadowed mountains and falling laughing upon the gaining ground. Catch the night rain and bathe the black grasses until they flow to the floods of the sea. Forget not the Gypsy- yet dig the hole deep, and defend yourself from the coming night with laughter. Your hair will grow long- and the wind shall wipe your eyes. Go deep, but run lightly by the west moon.
  21. Sadly we'll never see nor hear from one another ever again. Tonight we had our last talk online, I tried to fix it but nothing would work. We even had plans on going to the same college by chance, but once her parents found out I was going there she'll most likely not be allowed to. And all I can say is losing a friend is millions of times more painful than the ending of a romantic relationship.
  22. This is another poem I composed after the recent events with Jenny and her parents. Just a general note too, all my works are copywritten by Fictionpress before they get here, hence why I put it under the work's title. Love and Agony (Written May 14, 2005 by Mike R. Smale © 2005) Born again was the love that watched fools step twice into fiery death. But love must wither as leaves and grass in the fall- for only the strong will strive winter's hard gait. This season, when leaves crumble- so will it be with the heart; a body weaker than the mind, and feeling must call
  23. These are two poems I wrote in the past two days, the sonnet was part of sequence to Jenny, but now her parents want nothing to do with me and it's very hard with them to even be just friends now. And to make it worse that sonnet was written hours before that happened. The Reply is a short piece of what I felt at this. All my other poems and songs can be viewed at the link under homepage in my profile. Just note this sonnet is in Italian form so it uses ABBAABBA and any variation of CDECDE over the more commmon English form. The meter is slightly off at one point but I put this to music
  24. My drummer Logan looks just like a younger Niel, without the beard and mustache he had in the 70s. If I had a pic I'd link it.
  25. I play many and have since I was really young, mostly on toy ones until I could move up to the real thing. Vocals (Since I was a toddler, of course I was awful then but am told I'm excellent now from everyone who's heard me which is the entire senior class in my school from a tribute tape to my sister) Bass Guitar (Only a year but I'm equal with my teacher, I have an Ibanez GAXB150 and Fender P-Special with precision and jazz pickups) Electric Guitar (Only picked it up after my sister passed away and used hers, another year. Fender Stratocaster) Keyboards (Since I was 7. Casio LK-4
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