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07-28-2006, 05:19 AM | #24 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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'Her Old man, he don't like blacks or queers... yet he's proud we beat the nazis....how queer' Arbeit Macht Frei-The Libertines
'And if a double decker bus crashes into us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die' There is a light that never goes out-The Smiths 'And into the sea goes pretty England and me' This is a low-Blur 'Are you supposed to be doing what you do' Worry-Nizlopi 'One to treasure the rest of you days and give you pleasure in so many ways finally you have found someone perfect and finally you have found... yourself' Hard to Concentrate-Red Hot Chili Peppers 'One Day Though it might aswell be someday you will rise up high and take us all away, all because of what you are.... the prettiest star' The Prettiest Star-David Bowie |
07-28-2006, 11:26 PM | #26 (permalink) |
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Time, time, it's so sublime
Well they say it's non-existent but it's playing with my mind Some people do it, Some see right through it Some wear po-jama's If only they knew it! Mom and dad I'm sorry, Mom and dad don't worry I'm not the son you wanted- what did you expect? I made my world of hapiness to combat your neglect My smile is stuck I cannot go back to your frownland A prickly line of sweat covers enthusiast's forehead as the realization hits him that the same government him and his now dead neighbor voted for and backed and talked of on cream porches have tricked him into their war against the people who enthusiast and dead hunter would have wished torture on a servant of government walks in and arrests wireless fan in kitchen for murder of his neighbor I'm tired of looking Out the window of the airplane I'm tired of traveling I want to be somewhere This isn't some kind of metaphor... Goddamn, this is real! I'm waiting for a postcard that you won't write Just hoping there's a chance that you might Well Jesus was married on the cross My father was married to my mother And I am married to a cigarette butt Lying in the gutter Then Richard, Richard said: "Hey man, let's dress up like cops Just think of what we could do" But something, something said, You better not Have you heard about this house? Inside, a thousand voices talk and that talk echoes around and around The windows reverberate The walls have ears A thousand saxophone voices talk |
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