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Hot Ai Ballooooooooooon by BlueCynder

Artist BlueCynder [gallery]
Time spent 16 minutes
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Hot Ai Ballooooooooooon

Postby BlueCynder » Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:08 am

yeah, its rubbish. lol, i was bored and fet like smudging things. I LOVE the song Hot Air Balloon by Owl City.
We wrote a prelude
To our own fairy tale
And bought a parachute
At a church rummage sale

And with a mean sewing machine
And miles of thread
We sewed the day above L.A.
In navy and red

We wound a race track
Through your mom's kitchen chairs
And fought the shadows back
Down your dark basement stairs

I lit a match, then let it catch
To light up the room
And then you yelled as we beheld
An old maroon hot air balloon

I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean out and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down

La la la la la laaa
La la la la la laaa

We drank the Great Lakes
Like cold lemonade
And both got stomach aches
Sprawled out in the shade

So bored to death you held your breath
And I tried not to yawn
You made my frown turn upside down
And now my worries are gone

I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean out and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down

I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean out and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down
Image
Evening walks among the orchard,

She greets the dancing dusk,

A spirit of the air;

A lady, if you must,

Her dress a robe of twilight,

Her eyes awash with sun.

She places gems of water,

Along the grass, among

The apples fallen, withered

By her master, Autumn Sire,

Coloured in the lilac glow

Of Winter’s sharp satire.
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