Austin (/ˈɒstɨn/ or /ˈɔːstɨn/) is the capital of the U.S. state of Texas and the seat of Travis County. Located in Central Texas on the eastern edge of the American Southwest, it is the fourth-largest city in Texas and the 14th most populous city in the United States. It was the third-fastest-growing large city in the nation from 2000 to 2006. Austin has a population of 790,390 (2010 U.S. Census). The city is the cultural and economic center of the Austin–Round Rock–San Marcos metropolitan area, which had an estimated population 1,783,519 (2011 U.S. Census), making it the 34th-largest metropolitan statistical area in the United States.
In the 1830s, pioneers began to the settle the area in central Austin along the Colorado River. After Republic of Texas Vice President Mirabeau B. Lamar visited the area during a buffalo-hunting expedition between 1837 and 1838, he proposed that the republic's capital then located in Houston, Texas, be relocated to the area situated on the north bank of the Colorado River near the present-day Ann W. Richards Congress Avenue Bridge. In 1839, the site was officially chosen as the republic's new capital (the republic's seventh and final location) and was incorporated under the name, Waterloo. Shortly thereafter, the name was changed to Austin in honor of Stephen F. Austin, the "Father of Texas" and the republic's first secretary of state.
"austin" ~Blake Shelton~
She left without leavin a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone back
to Austin
Cause she talked about it
all the time
It was almost a year
Before she called him up
Three rings and
an answering machine
Is what she got
If you're calling bout the car
I sold it
If this is Tuesday night I'm bowling
If you got something to sell
You're wasting your time
I'm not buyin
If it's anybody else
Wait for the tone
You know what to do
And P.S if this is Austin
I still love you
The telephone fell to the counter
She heard but she couldn't believe
What kind of man
would hang on that long
What kind of love that must be
She waited three days
And then she tried again
She didn't know what she'd say
But she heard three rings and then
If its friday night
Im at the ball game
And first thing Saturday
If it don't rain
Im headed out to the lake
And I'll be gone all weekend long
But I'll call you back
When I get home
On Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is Austin
I still love you
This time she left her number
But not another word
Then she waited by the phone
On Sunday evening
And this is what he heard
If you're calling about my heart
It's still yours
I shoulda listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't ah
Taken me so long
To know where i belong
And by the way boy this is no machine you're talking to
Can't you tell this is Austin
And I still love you
She left without leavin' a number
Said, she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone back to Austin
'Cause she talked about it all the time
It was almost a year
Before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine
Is what she got
If you're callin' 'bout the car I sold it
If this is Tuesday night I'm bowling
If you've got somethin' to sell
You're wastin' your time, I'm not buyin'
If it's anybody else, wait for the tone
You know what to do
And P S if this is Austin
I still love you
The telephone fell to the counter
She heard but she couldn't believe
What kind of man would hang on that long
What kind of love that must be
She waited three days
And then she tried again
She didn't know what she'd say
But she heard three rings and then
If it's Friday night I'm at the ballgame
And first thing Saturday, if it don't rain
I'm headed out to the lake
And I'll be gone, all weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home
On Sunday afternoon
And P S if this is Austin
I still love you
Well, this time she left her number
But not another word
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evenin'
And this is what he heard
If you're callin' 'bout my heart, it's still yours
I should've listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way, boy
This is no machine you're talkin' to
Can't you tell, this is Austin
And I still love you
I was born in Austin
on a summer day
met a saint from Georgetown
made me strong, on my way
I would go to the chamber room
on a Tuesday eve
I was only fourteen
Kept my age up my sleeve
Yeah
Everyday, we would celebrate
and play some music with friends
Lookin' through such a different sky
way back then
Oh we made some magic
Through the night 'til noon
We sat in the sad room
from the smoke in the room
yeah, yeah
yeah
All those days, down by the lake
Wind streaming through your hair
Had no reason to complicate
Not a care
See the time expand now
Nothin' gonna stay the same
Why do shakers seize love?
Who's in charge? Who's to blame?
When I was a young man
So many memories
One way Austin is unique is his ability to be creative. He can turn the most boring projects, activities, games, etc. into something fun. He sees every situation as a chance express his feelings or personality. When he is assigned a project in school, he puts way more effort into it than most people would. He uses symbols to represent words or objects, such as using crosses for “Ts” or baseballs for “Os”. He creates acronyms that nobody even thinks of. He uses really cool pictures, hand-drawn or copied from a computer or book. He makes lots of “graffiti-style” letters and pictures.
Austin is also creative on the computer, more than anyone I’ve ever seen. He puts together slideshows that look almost professional. He includes pictures from his favorite music groups, sports teams or players, food, and pretty much anything he thinks of, he makes it fit. He always adds music that fits the pictures. If he has lots of “crazy” pictures, he will have rock or rap music playing in the background. He adds captions to all of the pictures as if he’s going to present it to someone at a business meeting. Some of them are funny, some are informative, and some are just there to let you know who’s in the picture. The transitions and movements are perfect, he never makes a mistake. He can change the pictures to make them look however he wants them to. He makes them look 3-D, blurred, torn, he can even make them look neon. He can do anything he wants to when it comes to making “art” on the computer.
I said you always forget
In a bad, bad way
You think that you'll never die some day
But I'll tell you right now
And it's always true
That mean old graveyard has its eye on you
I said this feeling just won't go away
And I put it aside
I might go another day
Now you know what they say
These days won't last
But the bad days go slow
And the good days go fast
I don't know about heaven
And I don't know about hell
But that long black cloud is always on my trail
I said this feeling just won't go away
And I put it aside