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Je ne suis pas un heros [Jan. 26th, 2008|11:52 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
Des coups de poing dans l'me
Le froid de la lame qui court
Chaque jour me pousse
Un peu plus vers la fin
Quand je monte sur scne
Comme on prend le dernier train
Mme les soirs de drame
Il faut trouver la flamme qu'il faut
Pour toucher les femmes
Qui me tendent les mains
Qui me crient qu'elles m'aiment
Et dont je ne sais rien
C'est pour a qu'aujourd'hui je suis fatigu
C'est pour a qu'aujourd'hui je voudrais crier
Je ne suis pas un hros
Mes faux pas me collent la peau
Je ne suis pas un hros
Faut pas croire ce que disent les journaux
Je ne suis pas un hros un hros
Je ne suis pas un hros
Mes faux pas me collent la peau
Je ne suis pas un hros
Faut pas croire ce que disent les journaux
Je ne suis pas un hros un hros
Quand les cris de femmes
S'accrochent mes larmes, je sais
Que c'est pour m'aider
A porter tous mes chagrins
Je me dis qu'elles rvent
Mais a leur fait du bien
A coups de poing dans l'me
J'ai trouv la flamme qu'il faut
Pour mourir clbre
Il ne faut rien emporter
Que ce que les autres
N'ont pas voulu garder
C'est pour a qu'aujourd'hui je suis fatigu
C'est pour a qu'aujourd'hui je voudrais crier
Je ne suis pas un hros
Mes faux pas me collent la peau
Je ne suis pas un hros
Faut pas croire ce que disent les journaux
Je ne suis pas un hros un hros
Je ne suis pas un hros
Mes faux pas me collent la peau
Je ne suis pas un hros
Faut pas croire ce que disent les journaux
Je ne suis pas un hros un hros
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Quand revient l'ete? [Oct. 8th, 2007|12:19 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
Mon Amie, au mois de Mai
Vient le moment où je renais
Mon Chagrin s’en est allé
Soufflé par tous les Vents Sacrés

Vive la Vie, je T’aime fort
Chaque jour, c’est comme un Trésor
Je t’invite au Voyage
Dans mon Linceul lit-cage
Quand revient l’Eté

Mon Amie, mon Inspirée
Dans tes Parfums viens me bercer
Me Voici, le Coeur léger
Mère Nature nous a gâté

Vive la Vie, je T’aime fort
A jamais, tu es mon seul Trésor
Tu as mille fois mon Age
Mais j’ai plus de Courage
Quand revient l’Eté

Mon Amie, mon Echappée
Belle comme les hommes au coeur de femmes
De l’Amour tu sais donner
A qui vient danser dans tes Flammes

Vive la vie, je t’aime fort
A jamais, tu es mon seul Trésor
Tes milliers de visages
Ne livrent qu’un Message
Quand revient l’Eté

Mais par Amour, je dois rentrer
Nous ne verrons pas nos Fleurs fâner
Ni l’ennui nous dévorer
Car l’Automne vient te chasser
Je te dis Adieu à Jamais…

Et Vive la Vie, je T’aime fort
Chaque jour, je Renais encore
Car mon plus grand Pêché
Serait de Regretter
Adieu à Jamais, Jamais, à Jamais, non Jamais…
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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2007|05:34 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
since i know no one reads this, i can write what i want


I honestly feel dead inside now
I want to be with Josh so badly, he must be in hell and instead im sitting here in Boston while he is with his family
I feel useless and unable to do anything but be depressed.....why am I so affected?

I dont know what else to do?
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(no subject) [Apr. 8th, 2007|10:38 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
If I were to ever meet a man who understands Ivri Lider, I really just might internally implode


his words speak to my soul
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Another One [Mar. 6th, 2007|10:31 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
Tracks that aren't real or make zero sense excluded.

Sort by song title:
First Song: ?Y Tú Qué Has Hecho?- Bueno Vista Social Club
Last Song: Zombie- The Cranberries

Sort by time:
Shortest Song: If I Were A Girl- Blink-182 (0:05)
Longest Song: Seek Up- Dave Matthews Band (24:21)

Sort By Artist:
First Song: I Gave My 24/7 To You- 2gether
Last Song: Maldon- Zouk Machine

Top Five Most Played Songs:
1) The Start of Something- Voxtrox (163)
2) Ditto- Cassie (161)
3) On The Water Line- Ivri Lider (117)
4) La Tortua- Shakira (90)
5) Te Regalo- Carlos Baute (79)

First song on Shuffle: A Passing Feeling- Elliott Smith

Search ....
"sex", how many songs come up? 36
"love",how many songs comeup? 135
"death", how many songs come up? 62
"you", how many songs come up? 434
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And You [Feb. 8th, 2007|10:55 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
The day that shattered over me,
made me too tough
I forgot myself and surely
I was, I was not me.

I'll turn my back behind me,
it will not be able to touch me again,
in the depths of my heat
I erred, I was not myself

As the emptiness will not hit me again
the reality that awaits
I will not cry again
that I'd be consoled
a little

And you,
who are you laughing with when,
you're no longer embracing
you almost came to mind for a moment
I'd be different if I knew
that you,
who are you getting close to
who are you falling in love with
who are you not leaving
if only you stayed,
I'd have made you happy.

I walk again, the same city, same faces
I know the smells in the air
I made a mistake, I didn't see you

All the women are suddenly more alike
each song makes me remember
my heart stops from every ring
I touched, I didn't feel you

And I never want to fall in love again
may love rot
the sensitivity
may it be burned
slowly

And you...

And you, who are you touching slowly,
who are you hurting
almost like back when you wounded me
you revealed the whole world
and took yourself
from me
and who is it that's touching you now
I hope he's happy that he has you
he doesn't cause you pain
doesn't hurt you
I'd be like that if I knew.
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Paris [Dec. 25th, 2006|12:18 am]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
I wish I could return to the summer I had, early mornings running on nothing but a big bowl of hot chocolate and half a banana. Mocking all the people who took our internship seriously, Jean-Renault and Chris who taught me the essence of inner-cool. Knowing that come 4pm I wouldnt be sober till 6 am the next morning, and repeating the whole cycle over.

Being the inner eurotrash i always was
Waking up in the suburbs on the metro...alone...not knowing how I got there
Realizing that the French honestly know how to live life.
To 10 euro wine that didnt taste like 10 dollar wine
To living on nothing but ciggarettes and w/e was at Chandrolants
To not being able to express how it felt to be out of America!

to hopefully reliving some part of it...but now being able to wear scarfs and peacoats!
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Night [Dec. 22nd, 2006|08:42 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
_____The Middle of The Night In The Village_________

In the middle of the night in the village
I light another cigarette
I'm guarding and a man prays from the neighboring tower

Between others dressed in black
I pass another fence, more difficult than the last
I'm trapped betwen enemy cities

Its the middle of the night
And perhaps its late
But you're not calling
Than maybe I'll come tommorow
Look at the clouds
Painted themselves gray
Due to our situation

In the middle of the night in the village
The moon illuminates, time has passed
A solider stands in his doorway, praying

The smell of fires
Its hard to see again
As the smoke acompanies us

Its the middle of the night
And perhaps its late
But you're not calling
Than maybe I'll come tommorow
Look at the clouds
Painted themsleves gray
Due to our situation

The minute before the dawning
The morning light returns and night has passed
I return and the man still prays from his tower.



________Sometimes Dreams Come True__________

Hope is packaged already
In a box, deeper shades of pink
And it all seems strange
That in an unknown land
The circle spins again
Above a smoke screen
And the flickering light glows on me now

Sometimes dreams come true
sometimes, when the heart is still pure
sometimes, on a hot summer night
sometimes dreams come true.


The paths that lead
to the land of dreams
open up and reveal
all the moments of purity
the city lights are lit up now
in all the heart chambers,
inside me there's a feeling
of approaching bliss.

Flowers of the heart wake up
in a million colours,
and the heavens glow
against the gate of wonders
another minute in the darkness
and many voices,
maybe now, maybe tomorrow,
I'll wake up into a dream.

Sometimes dreams come true
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(no subject) [Dec. 16th, 2006|06:03 pm]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
Ivri lider makes me warm inside......
He also makes me feel like I should be starring in a gay melodrama
Well.... I guess I am in the middle of a gay melodrama

Does it matter?
Do I want to go to the A-school holiday party?
Do I?

Maybe?

Maybe?


Or do I want to escape the country, as I soon plan to, in search of greener pastures

and damn McGill application....stupid intergrated Calculus!!!!
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(no subject) [Dec. 3rd, 2006|12:31 am]
Samuel Andrew Kuttner
*after reading "Perks of Being A Wallflower" I felt the need to write a poem...specifcally about a conversation held tonight


I told him I loved him
And he let is pass with a gentle laugh
subtle denial
he let it pass
and as I held my head up he said
"its okay... I had a hunch"

he confesed tonight
he let the words slip through the air
but it wasnt what I had hoped to hear
but it was what needed to be said

we sat in silence
discussing self-discovery
lies of the past
betryals of the future

its not the same here
i need to reinvent
no more lies
no more pressured changes

he told me how he let good things pass
valued those to which he had no value before
"you always want what you cant have"
does that include this?

i told him i loved him
and he just stared into my eyes
smiled and pushed his hair back
"it's okay, i had a hunch"
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