<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768</id><updated>2026-04-19T21:06:15.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurie Lehner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-5648420081400631984</id><published>2013-03-07T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-19T20:52:21.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME.</title><content type='html'>So many people run for the train&lt;br /&gt;
Disheveled and breathless and desperate,&lt;br /&gt;
Complaining of lateness for whatever cannot begin&lt;br /&gt;
At a destination they have yet to be in&lt;br /&gt;
Whereas I walk my own pace&lt;br /&gt;
And in doing so&lt;br /&gt;
Cultivate presently all that I know&lt;br /&gt;
Which is; Time is illusory,&lt;br /&gt;
The clock is a grid &lt;br /&gt;
As at odds with itself as the ego and id&lt;br /&gt;
And when I walk with purpose&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m taking my time&lt;br /&gt;
Instructing the outcome events in my stride&lt;br /&gt;
Conscious that I am creating my world &lt;br /&gt;
Out of moments I carry with me and unfurl&lt;br /&gt;
Like I&#39;m splattering paint on a bare, empty canvas&lt;br /&gt;
Or spilling light into unknowable dark&lt;br /&gt;
And more often than not I have witnessed&lt;br /&gt;
The train tracks flooding with sparks&lt;br /&gt;
At the moment my feet touch the boarding platform;&lt;br /&gt;
My arrival&#39;s departure from what is the norm&lt;br /&gt;
Allowing me freedom and fluidity&lt;br /&gt;
To float through the threshold with unparalleled ease&lt;br /&gt;
As I hear &#39;Stand clear of the closing doors, please&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
I smirk to myself because I&#39;ve learned the secret&lt;br /&gt;
While holding the handrail or finding a seat,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll get there when I&#39;m meant to, I&#39;m certain of this&lt;br /&gt;
If I&#39;m clenching my jaw and squeezing my fists and&lt;br /&gt;
Fighting against that which has no existence&lt;br /&gt;
Outside the confines of my very own mind&lt;br /&gt;
Spinning and spitting and cursing my own time&lt;br /&gt;
It takes on a power in staunch opposition&lt;br /&gt;
To me til I&#39;m on an impossible mission&lt;br /&gt;
And soon won&#39;t comply to my petty resistance &lt;br /&gt;
And when I need help offers little assistance &lt;br /&gt;
To what I imagine, in ill-conceived notion,&lt;br /&gt;
That chaos should grant me it&#39;s utter devotion&lt;br /&gt;
Why so many struggle and so many fail&lt;br /&gt;
To recognize rational reason. The rail&lt;br /&gt;
Is as fictional now as an old fairytale; &lt;br /&gt;
A journey enchanted and every detail &lt;br /&gt;
Of it&#39;s plot strung together like cars on a cable&lt;br /&gt;
Fabled to run on a structured timetable&lt;br /&gt;
But time doesn&#39;t tell you and me what to do-&lt;br /&gt;
You make time when you make time work for you&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/5648420081400631984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2013/03/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/5648420081400631984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/5648420081400631984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2013/03/time.html' title='TIME.'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-6783066407276818285</id><published>2012-03-13T14:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2026-04-19T20:57:51.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations w/ my Better Self (Break Ur Mould)</title><content type='html'>I look at myself like I&#39;m somebody else&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m observing this situation from somewhere faraway &lt;br /&gt;
And I talk to myself like I am somebody else&lt;br /&gt;
Somebody tellin me that it&#39;s gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;
Somebody beggin me to fight the fight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been here before, when I was somebody else&lt;br /&gt;
And I might be back this way again&lt;br /&gt;
But by then I&#39;ll be someone new&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;ll give it another try cause that&#39;s all I can do&lt;br /&gt;
But if I come back I&#39;m comin back for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I know you&#39;re gonna take me to that other place&lt;br /&gt;
Cause I see the invitation written on your face&lt;br /&gt;
Tho I can&#39;t make out all your letters&lt;br /&gt;
I believe I&#39;m getting better now I know the way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;d like to think it&#39;s by your side where I belong&lt;br /&gt;
Cause I helped you write the lyrics to your siren song&lt;br /&gt;
And if you wanna get em all to know your name&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re still losin at your own game&lt;br /&gt;
You might be playin wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna blow on your dice before you throw your roll&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna send all your circuits into overload&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna spark your fuse then I wanna watch you explode&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna get out ya way so you could take your shot&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;ll bet your bottom dollar that it&#39;s all you got&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna break your silence and then I wanna break your mould&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna blow on your dice before you throw your roll&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna send all your circuits into overload&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna spark your fuse then I wanna watch you explode&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna get in your way so when you take your shot &lt;br /&gt;
You get all a this cause all of this is what you got

I wanna break your silence 
I wanna break your silence
I&#39;m gonna break your silence 
And then I&#39;m gonna break your mold</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/6783066407276818285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2012/03/conversations-w-my-better-self-break-ur.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/6783066407276818285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/6783066407276818285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2012/03/conversations-w-my-better-self-break-ur.html' title='Conversations w/ my Better Self (Break Ur Mould)'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-2315427533472920203</id><published>2012-02-11T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T02:39:38.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arson</title><content type='html'> /&gt;
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All I remeber is the smell, the taste of embers in my face, the wall of yellow light, the crackle, the height, the song that I was humming as I detonate the night. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I&#39;m dancing in this cage and I bang my knees up and they bruise for days and I don&#39;t know why there&#39;s blood on the floor and I don&#39;t recall the sound of my own breath anymore. And I looked to you, and you showed me the sky and said, &quot;I shot you down because you flew too high&quot;. And the key turned and my eyes burned and I heard the music play, Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
If there&#39;s a chance I could get away&lt;br /&gt;
It passed long before this song I sing today. &lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t fly, run, got no shotgun then I heard the voices say... &#39;Arson&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
Keep breathing into the flame. It isn&#39;t real, it&#39;s just a game and we&#39;re all gonna die anyway. Keep breathing with your face to the floor. It&#39;s only believing that you aren&#39;t you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
I will not act or play stupid for fools, blind to the machine can&#39;t see we&#39;re just working tools while you use me to my full extent, while I say &#39;Please&#39; and &#39;Thank You&#39; and wonder where I went. And you can&#39;t take it. And you can&#39;t take it down. And you can&#39;t take this fire from me until I burn this shit to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
All I remeber is the smell, the taste of embers in my face, the wall of yellow light, the crackle, the height, the song that I was humming as I detonate the night. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/2315427533472920203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2012/02/arson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/2315427533472920203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/2315427533472920203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2012/02/arson.html' title='Arson'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-5943267253969599790</id><published>2011-04-30T17:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T02:16:08.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hell Of An Open Mic Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;(article excerpt. on Examiner.com!!!)&amp;nbsp; :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;...host Jason Liles singing an outstanding cover of The Black Crowes &quot;Oh Josephine,&quot; with harmonizing vocals from Laurie Lehner. Lehner, who would also have a gorgeous, powerful solo set, will be filling in for Liles as host while he tours with his band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;dart-ad dart-ad-300x250&quot; id=&quot;dart-ad-3-3-606454567&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dart-ad-title&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In a perfect summary of the community feel, Lehner says, &quot;It&#39;s like a Monday night on Broadway -- people come when they&#39;re not with their regular work, just to jam out with each other.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;VIDEO- http://www.examiner.com/local-music-in-new-york/a-sample-of-hell-gate-social-s-open-mic-night-video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;dart-ad dart-ad-300x250&quot; id=&quot;dart-ad-3-3-606454567&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;dart-ad-content&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Continue reading on Examiner.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.examiner.com/local-music-in-new-york/one-hell-of-an-open-mic#ixzz1L2rdEjXb&quot; style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;One Hell of an Open Mic Night - New York Local Music | Examiner.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.examiner.com/local-music-in-new-york/one-hell-of-an-open-mic#ixzz1L2rdEjXb&quot; style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;http://www.examiner.com/local-music-in-new-york/one-hell-of-an-open-mic#ixzz1L2rdEjXb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was out with my girls in the summer, after dark&lt;br /&gt;
We were uptown, the 70&#39;s, near Central Park&lt;br /&gt;
Friday night cocktails, cool breeze in the air&lt;br /&gt;
outside a trendy new lounge with a club downstairs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it was cosmos and gossip amid Marlboro smoke&lt;br /&gt;
then a stranger leaned over as I was tellin&#39; a joke&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You guys got a cigarette?&quot; were the words he spoke&lt;br /&gt;
it was Keanu Reeves, sippin&#39; on a Jack and Coke&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then we said, &quot;Sure!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
And then he said, &quot;So, what&#39;s the occasion?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And we talked with Keanu a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;
And found ourselves tossing him cigarettes &#39;til a quarter to...&lt;br /&gt;
2, 3, 4! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Keanu, I need to sit here all night waitin&#39; for you &lt;br /&gt;
to bum another smoke from me&lt;br /&gt;
Keanu, the time flew. It&#39;s been great, now it&#39;s late&lt;br /&gt;
but it was awful nice to hang with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then he held my hand in a lengthy embrace&lt;br /&gt;
And a sad, sad smile came across his face&lt;br /&gt;
And as he stood from his chair to wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
I could have sworn I saw a tear in Keanu&#39;s eye...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then he said, &quot;...Whoa&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And then he just started quoting Shakespeare &lt;br /&gt;
And we said, &quot;Hey, Keanu, it&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
Just imagine we&#39;re sittin&#39; here next to you for the rest of the night&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause, Keanu I&#39;d love to sit here all night waitin for you &lt;br /&gt;
to bum another smoke from me&lt;br /&gt;
Keanu, how I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause now you&#39;re so much more to me&lt;br /&gt;
than just &#39;that guy who starred in Speed&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Keanu...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Laurie Lehner&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/6769226923060812434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2011/02/keanu-by-laurie-lehner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/6769226923060812434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/6769226923060812434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2011/02/keanu-by-laurie-lehner.html' title='KEANU by Laurie Lehner'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-5205826723225640982</id><published>2011-01-14T02:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T04:35:25.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
All I remeber is the smell, the taste of embers in my face, the wall of yellow light, the crackle, the height, the song that I was humming as I detonate the night. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I&#39;m dancing in this cage and I bang my knees up and they bruise for days and I don&#39;t know why there&#39;s blood on the floor and I don&#39;t recall the sound of my own breath anymore. And I looked to you, and you showed me the sky and said, &quot;I shot you down because you flew too high&quot;. And the key turned and my eyes burned and I heard the music play, Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
If there&#39;s a chance I could get away&lt;br /&gt;
It passed long before this song I sing today. I can&#39;t fly, run, got no shotgun then I heard the voices say... &#39;Arson&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Just keep breathing&#39;, that&#39;s what I say. It isn&#39;t real, it&#39;s just a game and we&#39;re all gonna die anyway. Keep breathing with your face to the floor. It&#39;s only believing that you aren&#39;t you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
I will not act or play stupid for fools, blind to the machine can&#39;t see their just working tools while you use me to my full extent, while I say &#39;Please&#39; and &#39;Thank You&#39; and wonder where I went. And you can&#39;t take it. And you can&#39;t take it down. And you can&#39;t take this fire from me until I burn this shit to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
All I remeber is the smell, the taste of embers in my face, the wall of yellow light, the crackle, the height, the song that I was humming as I detonate the night. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/5205826723225640982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2011/01/arsen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/5205826723225640982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/5205826723225640982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2011/01/arsen.html' title='ARSON'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-7839080451499717308</id><published>2010-12-15T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-19T21:05:56.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;Live from the Bathroom&#39; Sessions 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/misslaurielehner&quot;&gt;http://www.myspace.com/misslaurielehner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/558111504/music-player?sindex=-1.0&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;amix=false&amp;amp;pmix=false&amp;amp;plid=1159907&amp;amp;artid=46466939&amp;amp;profid=558111504&amp;amp;friendid=558111504&amp;amp;sseed=0&amp;amp;ptype=3&amp;amp;stime=0&amp;amp;ap=1&amp;amp;rpeat=false&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/7839080451499717308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/12/live-from-bathroom-sessions-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/7839080451499717308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/7839080451499717308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/12/live-from-bathroom-sessions-2007.html' title='&#39;Live from the Bathroom&#39; Sessions 2007'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-1442539767842223270</id><published>2010-10-12T23:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T02:41:42.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AS 4/23/07</title><content type='html'>4/23/07&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A swirling aura of calm and light. Surrounding. This innate sense of quiet beauty. Private and intimate.&amp;nbsp; Incubating it until I&#39;m ready to share it with the world&amp;nbsp;as now it may be contaminated. Inevitabilities of that which is Universal, revealing themselves&amp;nbsp;AS a secret whispered between two connected souls and, in understanding have always been one, presently acknowledge. AS a soft inviting beam of light rises of a dark place. AS a first meeting of eyes in a world where we do not see each other. The ultimate understanding. Acceptance. Approval. of everything I am. Clouded with self-doubt, these years of uncertainty absolved. AS. You kneel before the son of God asking only permission to celebrate Him.&amp;nbsp;He places His palm&amp;nbsp;upon your humble forehead and echoed in your mind you hear, as if hearing were for the first, Child, You Are Worthy. And you arise AS one filled with love, and power of mind,&amp;nbsp;with soul enriched&amp;nbsp;and so, with capability of hand. A freedom, a wisdom allowing purest accessibility to that which you have only dreamed could be. Imagined so. A state of being long awaited with a faith which betrays the skeptic.&amp;nbsp; With a truth which invalidates the jaded.&amp;nbsp; With such certain divination, which annihilates the cynic.&amp;nbsp; An all-devouring apocalyptic renaissance beginning within and spreading outward in concentric circles.&amp;nbsp; AS rippling kinesis bleeds illumination to the farthest reaches of the Universe and back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/1442539767842223270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/10/as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/1442539767842223270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/1442539767842223270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/10/as.html' title='AS 4/23/07'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-4089403738764125032</id><published>2010-10-12T23:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T04:53:35.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip to Mars 2008</title><content type='html'>
My little prophet on guitar coming through
must be millions of me&#39;s here for only one you
so you waited and you weighed it and the heavier that it grew
on your mind made you want to, made you wonder
What if. Is this some kind of a rouse
but you keep singing your blues
to your brown haired, green eyed, seventh row muse

Do you steal her aside no you just wave from your ride
so if you meant what you said then i think that you lied
Cause we were LIVE! from Here comma Here, USA
where you just rolled in today so they can all scream while you&#39;re playing
with my depth perception between here and the moon
til the gravity lifts and when there&#39;s none left in the room
I&#39;ll float upside down til my eyes fill with stars and the
people around me drive their hybrid cars on my
Road Trip to Mars you got me hitchin to Venus
but I don&#39;t need their gasoline cuz it flows intravenous
He found me in the stratosphere that you kept in between us
now you look back down to earth to see me straddling his genius

Inside your disaster and fighting to get just a little bit closer is
not what I&#39;m after. I&#39;ve loved you from here but I&#39;m here for the show,sir
If you can&#39;t escape from the jaws of the image you had that you never proposed her
It isn&#39;t my bad. Still I&#39;m just a smiling face on a poster

Strangely confused, she&#39;ll no longer excuse all the things you don&#39;t do despite the
words that you choose to be the man that you are living light years apart
in your fantasy lost and forsaken your art to me
you all are the same cuz you&#39;ll all fuckin tease us but you all like to fuck
and don&#39;t you all look like Jesus up there breaking our bread and bleeding our wine when your Bordeaux drips from the same vine as mine

My little prophet on guitar coming through
must be millions of me&#39;s here for only one you
so you waited and you weighed it and the heavier that it grew
on your mind made you want to, made you wonder
What if. Is this some kind of a rouse
But you&#39;ll keep singing your blues</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/4089403738764125032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/10/paint-by-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/4089403738764125032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/4089403738764125032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/10/paint-by-number.html' title='Road Trip to Mars 2008'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-3925186613018188093</id><published>2010-10-07T12:08:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T02:03:37.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>You brought me to her house and we sat around with the crew&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, you brought me to her house and went off and made music like you do&lt;br /&gt;
And she handed me a cup of water and I never knew&lt;br /&gt;
that she expected you to stay, cuz she thought she was with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And how can I still be tormented by how you are and what you&#39;ve done?&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I look around the room and see myself in every one&lt;br /&gt;
of the beautiful and dutiful girls who&#39;ve sacrificed a soul&lt;br /&gt;
to the lost cause that is searching for your light in the blackest hole&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz all of us in love, and once in love, with you just wanna be&lt;br /&gt;
sure that what it is about you that we love will someday see&lt;br /&gt;
the sunlight someday when you emerge from underneath that weight&lt;br /&gt;
and I&#39;ll be standing in the back and smiling because it&#39;s fate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day you meet a guy who takes your breath away from you&lt;br /&gt;
and you fall madly, and gladly, too&lt;br /&gt;
And you think that he&#39;s &#39;the one&#39; and something&#39;s finally gonna work&lt;br /&gt;
and a year and a half later you&#39;re still finding out how wrong you were&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I brought me to her house and we sat around discussing you&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah I brought me to her house and wound up making music like we do&lt;br /&gt;
And the bigger picture here resides outside the frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;
that pits woman against woman for the sake of all mankind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz all of us in love, and once in love, with you just wanna be&lt;br /&gt;
sure that what it is about you that we love will someday see&lt;br /&gt;
the sunlight someday when you emerge and I can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;
to be standing in the back and smiling&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe I&#39;ll be dancing in the front and smiling at you&lt;br /&gt;
cuz I do believe it&#39;s fate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~by Laurie Lehner</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/3925186613018188093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/10/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/3925186613018188093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/3925186613018188093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/10/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-8862568555810364456</id><published>2010-09-06T15:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2026-04-19T20:48:12.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys</title><content type='html'>
I lived my life out one summer.  I was born, I lived and I died.&lt;br /&gt;
He said, &#39;I&#39;m the drummer&#39;.  And he took me for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;
I said, &#39;Where is this going?&#39; He said, &#39;I just wanna hang&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
I said, &#39;No, I meant your music&#39; He said, &#39;I just wanna bang&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You set it up for what you lack&lt;br /&gt;
You hit the road and it hit you back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dead of winter the air is frozen to my face&lt;br /&gt;
My cold heart melted when I saw him slap his bass&lt;br /&gt;
The only thing I had a handle on was holdin on to something of it&#39;s own&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I holding court in jest, playing second best to the successor of the throne?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I threw off my crown and ran into the night&lt;br /&gt;
So I begged you a little, that&#39;s okay, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I showed you yourself, you showed me the door&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, that&#39;s okay, maybe you won the battle but, Im&#39;a win the war&lt;br /&gt;
Was mid-November, fall. He was handsome. He was tall.&lt;br /&gt;
The people travel wide and far to hear him shred on his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Piano man, Baby please, don&#39;t take me home, just give me your keys...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~by Laurie Lehner</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/8862568555810364456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/8862568555810364456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/8862568555810364456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled.html' title='Keys'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-6411802110295171893</id><published>2010-09-04T14:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2026-04-19T20:50:22.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waterfall</title><content type='html'>When the boundaries of my world collapsed&lt;br /&gt;
Space expanded, time elapsed&lt;br /&gt;
and the matter and anti-matter shook&lt;br /&gt;
Now only she and I know how&lt;br /&gt;
how our mind altered the radio&lt;br /&gt;
And only you can see the real me but you don&#39;t look&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I give it, the less I get it&lt;br /&gt;
So I just live it and let it all go&lt;br /&gt;
Nine years to the day before&lt;br /&gt;
What have I done? What is it for?&lt;br /&gt;
I must have learned here more than I&#39;ve earned here&lt;br /&gt;
But I don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe I can&#39;t make a dime&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I don&#39;t even like this rhyme, you know&lt;br /&gt;
Honest work and honest words are so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe I can&#39;t fall in line&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe I could show you a good time&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I&#39;ll show you that there&#39;s no time&lt;br /&gt;
Let me blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me it&#39;s &#39;Yes. I wanna do it.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
So I&#39;m a mess, I&#39;m working through it&lt;br /&gt;
Haven&#39;t we all been less than we wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;
Still baby it&#39;s you, who wins the glory, and me,&lt;br /&gt;
who can&#39;t even tell the story,&lt;br /&gt;
On the sidelines with the plot lines,&lt;br /&gt;
Too linear. I&#39;m free.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See, I could watch but I won&#39;t view it&lt;br /&gt;
when I could just seep right into it&lt;br /&gt;
But I just can&#39;t seem to bring myself to do it, no&lt;br /&gt;
And I feel the weight of this inertia,&lt;br /&gt;
Not just a feeling when it hurts ya&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a stop sign that you decline, go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I met you a new world began&lt;br /&gt;
and it was written by your hand&lt;br /&gt;
And I didn&#39;t try to understand&lt;br /&gt;
I just gave you everything I had&lt;br /&gt;
I gave you love, I gave you space&lt;br /&gt;
Man, I gave the land on which I stand&lt;br /&gt;
Now I don&#39;t know this place&lt;br /&gt;
I have no ground at all&lt;br /&gt;
I am The Waterfall you chase&lt;br /&gt;
and I wanna rain over your body&lt;br /&gt;
while I&#39;m dripping down your face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~by Laurie Lehner&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*1st recording. Rough. A few days after i wrote it &lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/feeds/6411802110295171893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/09/waterfall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/6411802110295171893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195756348522853768/posts/default/6411802110295171893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurielehner.blogspot.com/2010/09/waterfall.html' title='The Waterfall'/><author><name>Laurie Lehner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453453475960411859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4X7plVPfvA/TP7wwSykkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_y5XyYmaxfI/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195756348522853768.post-6276230829568191130</id><published>2010-07-19T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T04:32:26.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;ve Got Nothing 2009</title><content type='html'>I can make you think that you&#39;re the congruent equation&lt;br /&gt;
I can make you wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;
I can make your mark, regard the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;
I can make you feel anything at all&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel a slight reserve tonight to go to any detail&lt;br /&gt;
I hold the cards close to my chest&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s more or less the words, I guess, that help it sound peculiar&lt;br /&gt;
So I&#39;ve heard, or so I&#39;ve inferred and so I&#39;ve deterred&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But there&#39;s something in the air out there that gives a girl the feeling&lt;br /&gt;
She isn&#39;t gonna live forever long&lt;br /&gt;
And &#39;what ifs&#39; only weaken you if the &#39;what&#39; is unappealing&lt;br /&gt;
And what it is ain&#39;t never been wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See I have danced in the devil&#39;s fire&lt;br /&gt;
And I think he wishes he were more like you&lt;br /&gt;
Baby I have held the hand that held the hand of doom&lt;br /&gt;
And I was ten steps ahead before you walked in the room&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or I&#39;m bluffing. And I&#39;ve Got Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t have a clue and I can&#39;t tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;
Think I&#39;m bluffing? It&#39;s all or nothing so&lt;br /&gt;
Throw &#39;em down and look around for the joker&#39;s goof&lt;br /&gt;
See, all you needed was a little proof&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That panic-stricken look of shock enjoys your face as&lt;br /&gt;
you think about what you have seen&lt;br /&gt;
I can turn your red sevens into black Jacks or Kings or Aces&lt;br /&gt;
And you can win this one on me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can make our stars collide, convince the sun to suicide&lt;br /&gt;
if I think the moon deserves her day&lt;br /&gt;
Got a way to make the mighty winds engage, the seas enrage&lt;br /&gt;
I can make it rain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or I&#39;m bluffing and I&#39;ve Got Nothing&lt;br /&gt;
You can&#39;t see it with your eyes is it&#39;s only disguise&lt;br /&gt;
So I&#39;m bluffing. If you feel nothing then&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what to do to get through to you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, you know I&#39;m a fool and what I&#39;m sayin isn&#39;t new but&lt;br /&gt;
You know I got it. And I got it all over you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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