{"id":222,"date":"2004-03-28T15:22:49","date_gmt":"2004-03-28T14:22:49","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=222"},"modified":"2004-03-28T15:22:49","modified_gmt":"2004-03-28T14:22:49","slug":"whistling-an-ol-tune-on-a-sunny-sunday-mornin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/03\/28\/whistling-an-ol-tune-on-a-sunny-sunday-mornin\/","title":{"rendered":"whistling an ol&rsquo; tune on a sunny sunday mornin&rsquo;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Cubscouts are screaming,<br \/>\nNeeding icescreaming and all the pleasures of June<br \/>\nI&rsquo;m in a parked car.<br \/>\nFlowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls.<br \/>\nNow it is night time maybe we&rsquo;re cruising avoiding the anti-cruise.<br \/>\nOh I don&rsquo;t really know where we are.<\/p>\n<p>If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,<br \/>\nBy the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.<\/p>\n<p>Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears,<br \/>\nLike a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid.<br \/>\nHypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear.<br \/>\nWell I&rsquo;ll just go under the water.<\/p>\n<p>If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,<br \/>\nBy the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.<\/p>\n<p>So don&rsquo;t leave me here on my own.<br \/>\nSo don&rsquo;t leave me here on my own.<br \/>\nIf things get real promise to take me somewhere else,<br \/>\nBy the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion<\/em><\/p>\n<p>turin brakes &#8211; feeling oblivion<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cubscouts are screaming, Needing icescreaming and all the pleasures of June I&rsquo;m in a parked car. Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls. Now it is night time maybe we&rsquo;re cruising avoiding the anti-cruise. Oh I don&rsquo;t really know where we are. If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-222","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-unfinished-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/222","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=222"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/222\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=222"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=222"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=222"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}