Alive

“We are alive, our skin is leaving these bones
Fire in the wind, we’re burning out of control
We are the children chasing wondrous thrills
Chasing a vision, baby, like we’re running downhill, oh” – NEEDTOBREATHE

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Dying Breed

“From the coveted touch of a girl in love
I was lifted by the sound of a spirit in need
Baby, we’re a dying breed” – The Killers

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Pac-Man

“I’m a mad Pac-Man
Livin’ in a leveled world” – The Gorillaz

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Elaborate Attractions

“I got habits that you had
I’ve been waiting on you to ask for ’em back
They’re old, elaborate attractions
Ending poorly, without action.” – more

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Ordinary People

“Held my waist to your own
Danced all night and kissed me slow
Morning comes and you text me
“We should go somewhere that we
Can hang our souls by our teeth
Falling quickly and ever deep” – Blake Rose

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*Alabama A&M*

*From Alma Mater Vol 4: The South*

*Alabama A&M* 

Why do they do it? 

Where do they find the passion? Where does it come from? 

Why do the Bulldogs at Louis Crews put in the time, and those in Elmore put in the grind? 

They’re not in front of a sold-out audience of 100,000. You won’t find the ESPN GameDay crew on this campus. So why do these weight rooms stay full? What gives their inner drive its pull? 

What brings it out onto the intramural courts and recreational sports that might not be sold out, but has the same feel of a high-stakes bout? 

These Bulldogs won’t be in Madison Square Garden. They aren’t under the bright city lights. And won’t have standing-room fans chanting their names. 

What they do have are instilled southern values.  

They have learned from southerners like Ali who didn’t fall upon fame, they overcame, and  

Today what they have is a love for their game.  

You’ll see it in the batting cages across Alabama. When a teenager is out late practicing her swing not because of any big-dream aspirations, but for reasons even she herself is unaware. 

You’ll see it on volleyball courts, softball parks, and in every D2 and even D3 sport across the country. It’s even in the little leagues like Huntsville Eastern League, where a receiver isn’t running to the end zone in Cove Park thinking about how it will help him come contract time, only how he wishes he could just keep running.  

Bulldogs have a quality that no athlete, no matter how great they were in their prime can honestly say: 

They are never over The Hill. 

This is home. And this home births love. 

Along with the sports in Huntsville there is a love for knowledge. At A&M, the competitive nature of Bulldogs is also in the library as they study not to compete to be better than others…but to better themselves. And when you yourself have found yourself to be a champion, 

Who in the world can contest that? 

You are a triumph undisputed. 

If you will it so. 

Perhaps that is why many turn to education to compete instead of sports, 

Because the mind is an even playing field.  

The smartest person you’d ever know could be somewhere buried in the books of Drake, or a nameless avatar in an online discussion board who did not go to Princeton or Harvard, 

But here at A&M University, 

Where through Service to the mind: 

Gained Sovereignty. 

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Scrapbook

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy

*Scrapbook* 

Precious carats of time cannot be restored— 

Not even by 

Chips off the Block. 

We can only pick up the scraps 

and protect this lasting jewel, 

Even when the next generation 

Falls Apart.   

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The Inspiration

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy

*The Inspiration* 

When life hands them lemons,  

They make Masterworks.  

Days that begin as tomatoes— 

They grind into Heinz Field. 

You see tomato, 

They say tomato— 

But they don’t simply say, “tomato,”  

but rather, “Fried Green Tomatoes.” 

This is a world where everyday 

Walks of Life  

become 

Motion Pictures— 

Given the right lens. 

How can so many seemingly ordinary days inspire so many proverbs, aphorisms, poems, movies, songs, and 

Art 

Among So Many People? 

It is the different strokes of man that allow aesthetes to paint such pretty pictures. At this instant the inebriated lovers who strip art from the aesthetes are inspired by all too extraordinary days— 

Thus it is their works that engulf art the most.  

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Alabama Crimson Tide

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South

*Alabama Crimson Tide*

<Set to the Melody of “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd Skynyrd 

<Guitar Intro> 

Turn it up… 

…. 

Warm reels keep on turnin’… 

Pull for Crimson; Team, bring it in… 

What a catch for Alabama… 

Take it home, and then do it again, 

Now that’s another win… 

Yes. 

Well, their Aubie talked about us… 

Well, we had to put him down… 

When her owners came to teach us… 

They learned a lesson ’bout how to fight—showed ’em how. 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

White & Crimson rush on through… 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

<12 second guitar solo> 

In Auburnland they love the Tigers (boo, boo, boo), 

They failed but did all they could do… 

The Iron Bowl record does not: boootther us… 

Tigers, does it bother you? 

Tell the truth. 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

Here the Red burns Auburn Blue… 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

Here they come, 

Roll, Alabama 

<12 second Guitar Solo> 

Now, the Capstone feels the Tide rise, 

And yeah, we’re known to sing a tune or two, 

Rama Jama; Yea Alabama, 

This gives us fuel to scorch the Blue 

And that’s what we do. 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

(Oh, Roll Tide) 

Here the Red burns Auburn Blue, 

(Now ain’t that true…) 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

White & Crimson rush on through, 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

Any questions—Roll Tide’s the answer. 

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Bug Eyes

“I’m always waiting for you girl
I’m always waiting
So maybe I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
And maybe I’ll wait too long
You were the first but you won’t be the last if I keep traveling on
Always, look forward, and may all your love be returned.” – Mt. Joy

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