57 Year Old
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Male
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From Tulsa, OK·
Invited by: fuqtoo·
Joined on November 15, 2006
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Born on January 26th
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I have a crush on someone!
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My name is Scott Butler, drummer, Songwriter, Poet, and yes I'll say it Philosipher. Recently I have felt a calling to use my "gifts" to make this a better world tomarrow than it is today. My lyrics have always had a possitive message. Now, I want to imphasize this aspect of what I have always done. My message is simple. "Live well", Care more for the world, care more about future generations, care about total strangers. I believe it is human nature to genuinely care for each other. Why else would we give money we can't afford to help disaster victims. Why else would we wonder through brush and forrest in hopes of finding a child we have never met. In a world that forces us to move faster, to do more, to work harder just to keep our heads above water, we must stop to listen to the voice in our hearts. Start small. Hold a door for someone with a smile on your face. This simple act of kindness may be a bright moment in an otherwise dreery day. The potencial look of surprise and the likely warm-hearted thank you will feel better than you think.Such a small act may inspire you to try other small ways to improve the world. Everytime we makes someone smile we make difference.
57 Year Old
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Male
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From Tulsa, OK·
Invited by: fuqtoo·
Joined on November 15, 2006
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Born on January 26th
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I have a crush on someone!
Interests
I am a musician and song writer. I have a job but Music is what drives me.
Music
RUSH "Subdivisions"
Rush Subdivisions
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions ---
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions ---
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...
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