"In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite. " - Paul Dirac (1902-1984) "A poem is never finished, only abandoned. " - Paul Valery (1871-1945) Everything incomplete. A miscellany of random ideas, rhymings, and non-sensitries that have not yet come to anything near completetion. The songs. Bourbon Street A story about a girl I haven't met. She lives on the streets and as much as I try to save her from her life, she won't let herself be helped. Your Sleeves Are Empty Another story about a girl, and this time she happens to be real. This is about how she took my good nature and abused it for her own needs. Hero This is dedicated to my father, although I haven't told him yet. Dreams This one is about a guy who thinks what everyone else thinks, does what everyone else does, and so forth. Leave This Sleep Behind Three people with great futures who somehow manage to mess it up. It Rains This was originally about a girl I thought I knew, but now it's become so much more to me. Lois Lane This, too, was supposed to be about a girl I thought I knew. And it, too, was for a long time about that girl. Now, it's just a love song devoted to nobody in particular. Supposed To Feel? Again, about my first 'hurdle' in life. Heh. It has no meaning to that any more, though. Last Man Standing About the evils of technology. My Placebo This song is in reminiscent of Kurt Cobain and has that whole 'Nevermind' feel to it. It's about media whores. Doing Nothing Yet This one is about a girl that I never quite had the courage to talk to, but that's all well and good... we've actually became pretty close friends instead. And I Fall This song is reminiscent of Kurt Cobain in the 'In Utero' era... it was written after listening to that album for the third consecutive time and I must have tried to cram every element I enjoyed about tha album into one piece. Untitled A quite subtle romantic song. Hoola Hoops & Yo Yo's Absolute gibberish and nonsense. Credible Incredible About growing up, moving on, and the problems in-between. At Your Hatred's Cost In the spirit of songs pointing out the evils in the world. Under The Moon About how shyness often gets in the way of one's love life. King Me A rock song in the spirit of Eric Clapton's 'Lonely Stranger' and James Taylor's 'Walking Man.' Life Is Like War Everyone'll meet assholes in their life, and this is about the ones I met on a fateful Thanksgiving weekend party. Are You Pretty Today? A girl I knew who was much too hard on herself. She's gotten past that stage in her life though, and now she's fantastic. Fade About religion... it was so long ago that I don't remember any other notes I wanted to put on it. We're All One This was written for my class's graduation. We never used it because I don't think I pushed it enough, but I still like it. Makeshift World More problems in society. You know, for every song about the evils of society, there's hundreds more problems. Take Me Away Another love song I wrote after Savage Garden's 'I Want You' came out. You can really tell, too. Cumberland Random rhymes without much organization. Basically I just wanted to throw in as many celebrity references as possible without being obvious. My Children Nothing you could ever hear could possibly rip off The Offspring more... except, perhaps, a lot of crap out there today. I would personally never use this song on any album I make. Just Like You About something, but I'm not quite sure what. fragments About nothing. Hello, Man About something, but I've forgotten what. Sacrifices A heavy metal song I don't like. Fire Another heavy metal song I don't like. The poems. Grown Since One about a bad girl. New Form An angel's redemption. A fantasy tale. Sympathy The same bad girl. 'Tis Fair A friend of mine, his former girlfriend, and myself. Covered Vietnam. Shadows From Nowhere The same bad girl. Nowhen From Nowhere The same bad girl. Heat (Her) About a different girl I knew a long time ago. solace A poem without any soulful meaning that I whipped up for a contest. All are copyright Michael Lagace. Steal any portion and you shall will miraculously become penniless and homeless. Isn't law great?