The Tin Man

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*********************************************************** Ben will not be forgotten. He will always remain with us.People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, But, People will never forget how you made them feel. -----------Maya Angelou---------Ben made people feel good, by his charm, wit and the ability to share of himself - through music...and humor - he even made jokes about himself. The ability to make jokes about yourself and find humor - is a sign of brilliance. "The more you drink - the better I sound..."************************************************* ..
************************************************************ ************************************************************ ************************************************************ ************************************I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)******************************** ***************** I was born in a crossfire huricane... Really, I was born and raised mostly in Atlanta, Ga. Sometimes it feels like a hurricane .I've been married too many times, but have 2 BEAUTIFUL BOYS. I've been a sheetmetal worker since 1972 and a part time muscian since 1995.Check out the band website. www.lastrideclassicrock.net.I like to ride motorcycles and smoke cigars. I like BUDWIESER. I know how to make cornbread and blackeye peas and collard greens. And it shows. I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind. A spade is a spade, unless it's a shovel... So, while I'm calling a spade a spade let me say I don't need any young girls with webcams offering up their Christmas package. I opened that present years ago... I'm not here to find a mate.I would like to find my other black sock, though... If you find it give us a shout. If you are gracious enough to allow me to be your friend, I will be just that. If you will notice, most of my friends are musicians or bands, some I grew up listening to (They are truly my friends) and , some I have just discovered...(new friends) You can find a lot of truth in music.You can find a lot of different music on myspace. It really is the universal language. ************************************************************ ************************************************These are the days now that we must savour, And we must enjoy as we can... These are the days that will last forever, You’ve got to hold them in your heart... ************************************************************ ************************************************ Sometimes the light, a horse, gallops into the room and demands you surrender. It paws the floor, snorts— and so you rise out of the low-lying cloud of the self, the half-dreaming wakefulness we call love, and into the cool air of the real.It shakes its mane impatiently, rears and kicks, its beautiful body demanding your attention, pushing its way in. Not that you're afraid, not exactly. But it shines straight into your eyes. And though the heart is small and cramped, barely large enough to suit your own wants, you retreat into a corner, make do with less. The only possibility when the world lifts its head and light pours from its back in quantities enough to drown you.******************************************************** **************************************************** You dream you hear his footsteps, coming up the drive And you wonder half awake; is my love alive?... But there in your doorway, no shadow is cast... No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past... Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain... Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain... ************************************************************ ************************************************ Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above it's strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down. Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbereth not. Though weary, it is not tired; Though pressed, it is not straightened; Though alarmed, it is not confounded...*********************************************** ************************************************************ * This present tragedy will eventually turn into myth, and in the mist of that later telling the bell tolling now will be a symbol, or, at least, a sign of something long since lost.This will be another one of those loose changes, the rearrangement of hearts, just parts of old lives patched together, gathered into a dim constellation, small consolation.Look, we will say, you can almost see the outline there: her fingertips touching his, the faint fusion of two bodies breaking into light.****************************************************** ******************************************************
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MySpace Layouts***************************************************** *******************************************************nothi ng's true anymore...************************************************** ********************************************************** Yeah I know the sun is comin' up... And ya'll are probably gettin' ready for closin' up... But I'm trying to drown my soul... I'm tired of this life on a dirt road... And everything that I love is gone... And I'm tired of hangin' on.********************************************************* *************************************************** "He lives inside of his own heart. That's an awful big place to live in." ************************************************************ ************************************************ ...and in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make... ****************************************************** /center