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pumpchild's Homepage http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild Fri, 01 Jan 2010 22:41 EST Fri, 01 Jan 2010 22:41 EST Zorpia.com You Are Not My Friend http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1810893 You had a conversation with me here once or twice, you think you're my friend. I accepted your friend request, you think you're my friend. I took pity on you and gave you an e-smile, or said "thanks", you think you're my friend. You've read my profile and journals, you think you're my friend. I laughed out loud at a comment of yours, you think you're my friend. You respect me, you think you're my friend. I said that's hott, you believed me, you think you're my friend. You smile and laugh and agree with what i say, you think you're my friend. I remember you from another conversation, you think you're my friend. You like Australia, you think you're my friend. You can recognise me despite my crafty name and photo changes, you think you're my friend. You wish you were my friend, you think you're my friend.   But YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND, Cunt Food & Drinks http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1810893 Sun, 08 Jun 2008 12:08 EST A little Missy..... http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1783094 One of the most talented ladies of song today ..:: Enjoy ::..   I don't know what I've done Or if I like what I've begun But something told me to run And honey you know me, it's all or none There were sounds in my head Little voices whispering That I should go and this should end Oh and I found myself listening Cos I don't know who I am without you All I know is that I should And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you All I know is that I should Cos she will love you more than I could She who dares to stand where I stood See I thought love was black and white That it was wrong or it was right But you ain't leaving without a fight And I think I am just as torn inside And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you This is what I have to do Cos I don't know who I am without you All I know is that I should And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you All I know is that I should Cos she will love you more than I could She who dares to stand where I stood   Baby ballerinaâ€™s Hiding somewhere in the corner Where the shadow wraps around her And our torches cannot find her She will stay there till the morning Crawl behind us as we are yawning And she will leave our games To never be the same So grow tall sugarcane Eat that soil, drink the rain But know they'll chase you if you play their little games So run.. run fast sugarcane You see my peep-show booth is handy There's a one-way-only mirror So I can dance here with my hair down But I don't see if you get bitter And there's a button right beside me If I happen to want a wall to hide me If only the ballerina had one too And she said always be afraid She said always be afraid... To grow tall sugarcane Eat that soil, drink the rain But know they'll chase you if you play their little game So run fast sugar cane You better run... run fast sugarcane   Your warm whispers.. Out of the dark they carry my heart Your warm whispers Into the dawn they carry me through And I'm weeping warm honey and milk That you stay surrounding me...   Your warm whispers Letting me drown in a pool of you Your warm whispers Keeping the noise from breaking through And I'm weeping warm honey and milk That you stay surrounding me Honey...  stay surrounding me Oh my son look at what I've done But I am learning still Learning still Know that I am learning still And oh my wife you are my life And I am burning still Burning still Know that I am burning for you still And all of my light is for you And home... home's anywhere you are too So take this one fallen man on his knees         Saying please forgive me Oh my God how you make it hard Not to pick the apple And Lord I long to give it back. And I was on shakey land Lost and unsure I opened my hand          And she held it like sinking sand And all of my light is for you And home...  home's anywhere you are too So take this one fallen man on his knees           ...Saying please forgive me   I wanna dance the tango with chance I wanna ride on the wire Cos nothing gets done with dust in your gun And nobody respects a liar I wanna know where children would go If they never learnt to be cool Cos nothing's achieved when pushed up a sleeve Till nobody thinks you're a fool So goodbye for a while I'm out to learn more About who I really was before Up where the hunted hide with ease Under the arms of eye-less trees Up where the answers fall like leaves And your love is all I need I'm going north   Personal http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1783094 Thu, 13 Mar 2008 18:25 EST a song inside my head, a demon in my bed http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1771415 I am the wilderness locked in a cage I am a growing force you kept in place I am a tree reaching for the sun Please don't hold me down I am a rolling wave without the motion A glass of water longing for the ocean I am an asphalt flower breaking free but you keep stopping me Release me I am the rain that's coming down on you That you shielded yourself from with a roof I am the fire burning desperately but you're controlling me Release me  Personal http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1771415 Sun, 03 Feb 2008 21:19 EST Let The Drummer Kick http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1755075 Relations Creation Incarceration Determination Equation Humiliation Reincarnation Situation Elation Identification Retaliation Education Inspiration No substitution Solution Conclusion       Let the drummer kick     Music http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1755075 Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:06 EST Ma bohÃ¨me http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1746639 Je m'en allais, les poings dans mes poches crevÃ©es ; Mon paletot aussi devenait idÃ©al ; J'allais sous le ciel, Muse ! et j'Ã©tais ton fÃ©al ; Oh ! lÃ ! lÃ ! que d'amours splendides j'ai rÃªvÃ©es ! Mon unique culotte avait un large trou. - Petit-Poucet rÃªveur, j'Ã©grenais dans ma course Des rimes. Mon auberge Ã©tait Ã la Grande-Ourse. - Mes Ã©toiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou Et je les Ã©coutais, assis au bord des routes, Ces bons soirs de septembre oÃ¹ je sentais des gouttes De rosÃ©e Ã mon front, comme un vin de vigueur ; OÃ¹, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques, Comme des lyres, je tirais les Ã©lastiques De mes soulier blessÃ©s, un pied prÃ¨s de mon coeur ! --- Arthur Rimbaud Photography & Art http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1746639 Tue, 13 Nov 2007 02:01 EST This place is killing me http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1746345 Some things are never learnt. Either they can't be... or we just refuse to let them....     Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is    there's no-one else to blame Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me I am small and needy Warm me up And breathe me Ouch I have lost myself again Lost myself and I am nowhere else to be found, Yeah I think that I might break Lost myself again and I feel unsafe Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me I am small and needy Warm me up And breathe me     Personal http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1746345 Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:08 EST Kev Carmody tribute: Cannot Buy My Soul http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1716245 DROVING WOMAN She buried him down on the edge of town Where the brigalow suckers on the cemetery creep She stood with them children in a heavy brown gown What you want you just can't always keep "I'm sorry", I says, "I knew him so well" Though your body is young you just never can tell When the hand of fate rings the final death knell" She just turned with the saddest of smiles She says "At the start well we knewed it so hard We were always dealt the severest of cards Honeymoon spent droving Jamieson's stock Through the wildest winter you seen Romantic notions of horses and land They were soon dispelled as a fantasised dream Watching cattle at night in the mid-winter cold Turns a person, both wiry and old The flame of the breakfast fire'd be dead As the sun rose up he'd be miles up ahead I'd be breaking the camp there and rolling the beds While he fanned the stock wider for feed When the weather turned sour with the onset of rain An' the truck'd bog down to the axle mains He'd move ahead with pack saddles and chains And I'd wait in the mud by the road With the blankets and canvas there hung out to dry With nothing for heat 'cause you couldn't light a fire With no stock permit for the forthcoming shire The dog'd whimper in the winter wind rain Cattle don't camp where they're sloshing in rain They keep walking all night like a dog on a chain He'd be red eyed and weary with a pack horse gone lame I'd sit miles behind in the mud It was down through Charleville up to Julia Creek Living on syrup and damper and salted corn meat We had nothing but the 'roos and the mailman to meet We'd move up and down with the rains But them inland skies have the starriest of nights With the dance of the fire throwing flickering lights The beauty of it's sunsets were a constant delight I felt that nature had let me intrude The enormous vastness of them inland plains Gives you a lonely contentment to which you can't put a name It's satisfied glow city folks seldom attain They spend life on a right rigid rail The kids got their schooling from the government mail We posted their work in at each cattle sale They considered the learning a self imposed jail They'd rather help their father and fail Early last month at the end of the dry He was given a horse nobody could ride Alert were his ears with a fire in his stride He was young and his spirit was wild To catch him each morning was an hour long battle We had to collar rope his near side to throw on the saddle He'd bite and he'd strike, he made my nerves rattle Pandemonium reigned with each ride It was a hot summers' mornin' at the government bore There was stillness around that I'd never felt before How could he know it was fate at his door That was stealthily watchin' his moves He mounted up quick taking slack from the reins Grasped a full hand of hair from the horses long mane He'd just hit the saddle when the horse went insane Churning dust in a frenzy of fear The girth on the saddle let go at the ring The surcingle slipped it was impossible to cling The horse felt it go made a desperate fling He was thrown to the length of the reins I heard his spine snap like a 'roo shooters' shot He'd busted his back on the concreted trough Sickness and fear were the feelings I got For the doctor was a six hour drive I looked at his face and his colour turned white He turned slowly and said "I can't make it till night My body is broken, I'm bleedin' inside" And the life slowly drained from his eyes I'll sell up the plant and I'll move here to town Before the winter returns with a chill on the ground For what I've just lost can seldom be found I was blessed with the gentlest of men Eventually the children will move to the east But I couldn't stand the bustle of even a quiet city street I'll stay in the scrub here where my heart really beats For some dogs grow too old for change. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1716245 Mon, 13 Aug 2007 04:12 EST The 80's.... haha http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1682007   I GOT LOVE FOR YOU IF YOU WERE BORN IN THE 80's - THE 80s  I'VE GOT HUGS FOR YOU IF YOU WERE BORN IN THE 80's - THE 80's I'LL DO THINGS FOR YOU IF YOU WERE BORN IN THE 80's - THE 80's Personal http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1682007 Fri, 18 May 2007 03:54 EST The Sweet Escape.... http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1638751   If I could escape I would, but first of all let me say:  I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way, cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor. It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator - Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold... If I could be sweet - I know I've been a real bad girl. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. Forever, we can make it better, tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet???   Daydream...... I fell asleep beneath the flowers...... For a couple of hours ..... On a beautiful day Daydream.... I dream of you and meet the flowers..... For a couple of hours.... ...... Such a beautiful day   â€¢ How's my luck â€¢ â€¢ But somehow I'm with you â€¢ â€¢ Let's leave now â€¢ â€¢Let's leave them â€¢ â€¢ And their point of view â€¢ â€¢ My favourite place is me and you â€¢   â€¢ I wake up in darkest night â€¢ â€¢ Watch you breathe in shadow light â€¢ â€¢ A perfect world lies next to me â€¢ â€¢ And I don't need to sleep to dream â€¢ â€¢ I just hope I am good enough to keep you â€¢   â€¢ Morning sun warms our skin â€¢ â€¢ Distant sounds â€¢ â€¢ The day begins â€¢ â€¢ Soon their world will come calling for us â€¢ â€¢ But this is Space they cannot Touch â€¢   â€¢ I just hope I am good enough to keep you â€¢   Celebrities & Models http://www.zorpia.com/pumpchild/journal/1638751 Fri, 26 Jan 2007 18:51 EST