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07-23-2004, 01:34 PM | #2 (permalink) |
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ummm, if you feel like reading, this song i wrote was sorta in the mood you're in now
Debonaire I'm coming home, yea back to massachusetts looking out the window watching all the street lights they fly past me like birds of grace like the energy in lighting has crossed by my face and I'm holding my hands together pretending one is yours cuz I can't hold still knowing I can see you soon I call you up to tell you I'll be here soon and then you don't pick up where are you, where are you I hit redial praying in agony because I know right now I need you its been too long without you and a dial tone just means im screwed The green grass in my head draws you onto my window in the reflection of the sun and now I want to get out and run just to see you again would mean so much just to hold your hand again and to sense your touch like a pillow against my skin your soft body brushes up like air and i feel so debonaire I have everything I want now just you right here, please this is all I want, everything You are priceless to me. Other than that I'de say anything from Saves the Day...lol...as usual. and probably the best fallin in love songs....hmmm Third Engine...Holly Hox, Forget me not.
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07-24-2004, 04:38 PM | #5 (permalink) | |
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07-25-2004, 04:35 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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Woman, Nature's Punching Bag- Anal ****
WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG YOU DIDN'T GET ME A BEER YOU WHERE ONE MINUTE LATE WHIT DINNER YOU BOUGHT THE WRONG KIND OF BEER YOU WANTED A CAREER YOU FORGOT TO CASH MY UNEMPLOYMENT CHECK YOU'RE HAVING YOU'RE PERIOD YOU WANT TO VISIT YOU'RE MOTHER YOU WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER KID WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG WOMAN, NATURE'S PUNCHING BAG |
07-26-2004, 01:50 AM | #8 (permalink) |
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^ damn, thats just about the most romantic song ever. play that for the girl, tell us what happens, i could use some amusement
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07-26-2004, 03:45 AM | #10 (permalink) |
Freeskier
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seriously, it'd be great entertainment for the rest of us. ahh I can see the scene now....
David Frost: you know, I was looking for a while, and I found a song that I think really describes how I feel about us... Girl: Really? wow, thats so sweet, what song is it? David Frost: Here, i'll play it for you.... *plays song* this followed by a slap in the face, kick to the groin, string of swears, or just storming out of the room, or any combination of the aforementioned actions resulting in David confused and/or in pain, and all of us enjoying a good laugh that can only come from this sort of situation that happens so rarely in real life.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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