The Plays the Thing (by me) Sometimes she is wistful for that girl from Neverland, she was a constant source of who knows what, a night bird in the streets. Flapping her cape of mysteries at that corner cafe, enticing passerbys with blueberry scones, on lazy daisy Sunday mornings. Music was always playing from painted …
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Famous Blue Raincoat (live) :: Tori Amos Jane left in the middle of the night, leaving no note, no reason or why, though I knew very well where she had gone. She had tried to warn him at the start, that night in back of that smoke filled bar, her red lipstick staining the glass …
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She Cries Your Name :: Beth Orton "Your lonely voice, calls across the star lit coast, reaching out to be seen."
Keep Art Alive :: "Feathered" :: Art by Kelly Haigh I remember falling in love with acting, with performing, with the sound of my own voice echoing from the walls of a stage, with the sound of applause, and, most of all...most definitely of all...being able to slip into the skin and words of someone …
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