| T O P I C R E V I E W |
| Cheeseman1000 |
Posted - 07/14/2004 : 15:46:06
Fairly self-explanatory. Any good ones?
'Disintegration'
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery,
The shameless kiss of vanity,
The soft and the black and the velvety,
Up tight against the side of me,
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed,
And run in thickening streams of greed,
As bit by bit it starts the need,
To just let go my party piece.
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery,
The aching kiss before I feed,
The stench of a love for a younger meat,
And the sound it makes when it cuts in deep,
The holding up on bended knees,
The addiction of duplicities,
As bit by bit it starts the need,
To just let go my party piece.
But I never said I would stay to the end so I leave you with babies,
And hoping for frequency,
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy,
Screaming me over and over and over I leave you
With photographs, pictures of trickery,
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery,
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams,
When we both of us knew how the ending would be...
So its all come back round to breaking apart again,
Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again,
Making it up behind my back again,
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again,
Holding it up behind my head again,
Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again,
Round and round and round and itscoming apart again,
Over and over and over.
Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces,
I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone,
Crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry,
For the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone,
Dropping through the sky through the glass of the roof,
Through the mouth of your eye,
Through the eye of the needle,
Its easier for me to get closer to heaven,
Than ever feel whole again.
I never said I would stay to the end,
I knew I would leave you with babies and everything,
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity,
Screaming me over and over and over I leave you,
With photographs, pictures of trickery,
Stains on the carpet, stains on the memory,
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams,
When we both of us knew how the end always is...
How the end always is...
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
Specialist In Broken Hearts |
| 35 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 03/16/2005 : 11:12:58
Welcome to your new job,
hope you have a wonderful first day
We are so happy to have you join the team,
you are so lucky on your first day
And they say
This is the job that people die for,
i hope you're ready for the next stage
A lot of people work in the same place,
don't let them get in your way
Dinner time you go to the cantine,
you make a new friend at the dinner break
You like to talk when you're eating,
but today you listen to him
And he says like it or not,
you have to do what they say
And it is something that you would like to talk about,
but it's only your first day
And they say
This is the job that people die for,
i hope you're ready for the next stage
Alot of people work in the same place,
don't let them get in your way
And they say faster faster
It's time to take you to the next stage,
but it's only your first day
And you're not ready for the next stage
And they say faster faster
It's time to take you to the next stage, and it is something that you would like to talk about
But it's only your first day(first day),
you are so lucky on your first day (first day)
You feel so happy on your first day (fisrt day),
you are so lucky on your first day (first day)
This is the job that people die for,
i hope you're ready for the next stage
A lot of people work in the same place,
don't let them get in your way
Welcome to your new job (first day),
hope you have a wonderful first day (first day)
We are so happy to have you join the team (first day),
you are so lucky on your first day (first day)
Lucky lucky lucky on your first day (people die for people die for) [x4]
Hansel and Gretel have formed a band, .....And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Breadcrumbs!!!
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| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 01/14/2005 : 13:30:37
Since Yesterday
Just close your eyes and then remember
The thoughts you've locked away
When tomorrow comes you'll wish
You had today
And as we sit here alone
Looking for a reason to go on
It's so clear that all we have now
Are our thoughts of yesterday
If you're still there when it's all over
I'm scared I'll have to say
That a part of you has gone
Since yesterday
And as we sit here alone
Looking for a reason to go on
It's so clear that all we have now
Are our thoughts of yesterday
Well, maybe this could be the ending
with nothing left of you
A hundred wishes couldn't say
I don't want to
And as we sit here alone
Looking for a reason to go on
It's so clear that all we have now
Are our thoughts of yesterday
It's so clear that all we have now
Are thoughts of yesterday
http://www.thefutureheads.co.uk/ |
| starmekitten |
Posted - 01/13/2005 : 16:18:40
Keys cut, three for the price of one
Nothing’s free but guaranteed for a lifetime’s use
I’ve changed the locks
And you can’t have one
You, you know the other two
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
Hey love, look into your glovebox heart
What is there for me inside? this love is tired
I’ve changed the locks. have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take
You, me, we used to be on fire
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline
Just fuck me kitten
You are wild and I’m in your possesion
Nothing’s free so, fuck me kitten
I’m in your possesion
So, fuck me kitten
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| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 01/13/2005 : 03:51:43
Not lyrics, just poetry.
Shy of the gatepost
we turned for the stars
Leapfrogged transgressions
over Saturn and Mars
Trapped all our worries
laughed them asleep
Poured false conversation
down drains in the street
Climb the sterile biscuit moon!
Inflate the carnival balloon!
Remember when we'd just begun?
Remember when we rode the sun?
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate |
| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 01/11/2005 : 10:12:02
I have a feeling that when you, Surfer and I have this drinking session, this band is all you are gonna talk about.
Anyway, here are some non-MLB lyrics.
Step right up, step right up, step right up,
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes in before the name goes on
One-tenth of a dollar, one-tenth of a dollar, we got service after sales
You need perfume? we got perfume, how 'bout an engagement ring?
Something for the little lady, something for the little lady,
Something for the little lady, hmm
Three for a dollar
We got a year-end clearance, we got a white sale
And a smoke-damaged furniture, you can drive it away today
Act now, act now, and receive as our gift, our gift to you
They come in all colors, one size fits all
No muss, no fuss, no spills, you're tired of kitchen drudgery
Everything must go, going out of business, going out of business
Going out of business sale
Fifty percent off original retail price, skip the middle man
Don't settle for less
How do we do it? how do we do it? volume, volume, turn up the volume
Now you've heard it advertised, don't hesitate
Don't be caught with your drawers down,
Don't be caught with your drawers down
You can step right up, step right up
That's right, it filets, it chops, it dices, slices,
Never stops, lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn
And it mows your lawn and it picks up the kids from school
It gets rid of unwanted facial hair, it gets rid of embarrassing age spots,
It delivers a pizza, and it lengthens, and it strengthens
And it finds that slipper that's been at large
under the chaise lounge for several weeks
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master,
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up, it's only a dollar, step right up
'Cause it forges your signature
If not completely satisfied, mail back unused portion of product
For complete refund of price of purchase
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery, don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
Swim in it, sleep in it,
Live in it, swim in it, laugh in it, love in it
Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets, that's right
And it entertains visiting relatives, it turns a sandwich into a banquet
Tired of being the life of the party?
Change your shorts, change your life, change your life
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy, get rid of your wife,
And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack, see you later alligator
See you later alligator
And it steals your car
It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking
It's a friend, and it's a companion,
And it's the only product you will ever need
Follow these easy assembly instructions it never needs ironing
Well it takes weights off hips, bust, thighs, chin, midriff,
Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job, it is a job
And it strips the phone company free take ten for five exchange,
And it gives you denture breath
And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion
And it gets rid of your traveler's checks
It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned
Well it takes care of business, never needs winding,
Never needs winding, never needs winding
Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis,
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy,
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective, it creates household odors,
It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection
It gives you an erection, it wins the election
Why put up with painful corns any longer?
It's a redeemable coupon, no obligation, no salesman will visit your home
We got a jackpot, jackpot, jackpot, prizes, prizes, prizes, all work guaranteed
How do we do it, how do we do it, how do we do it, how do we do it
We need your business, we're going out of business
We'll give you the business
Get on the business end of our going-out-of-business sale
Receive our free brochure, free brochure
Read the easy-to-follow assembly instructions, batteries not included
Send before midnight tomorrow, terms available,
Step right up, step right up, step right up
You got it buddy: the large print giveth, and the small print taketh away
Step right up, you can step right up, you can step right up
C'mon step right up
(Get away from me kid, you bother me...)
Step right up, step right up, step right up, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Step right up, you can step right up, c'mon and step right up,
C'mon and step right up
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate |
| n/a |
Posted - 01/11/2005 : 09:07:52
I found out two damned days too late that he played sheffield. gutted.
(my favourite changes day today, today it's a toss up between wedding dress and methamphetamine blues)
Frank Black ate my hamster |
| Cheeseman1000 |
Posted - 01/11/2005 : 08:50:09
I think thats my favourite on the album. When he did it live he got the girl to sing it. I don't know if I liked it or not...
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure and the privilege is mine. |
| n/a |
Posted - 01/11/2005 : 08:43:15
because I'm a girl obsessed......
Can you stay here next to me?
We'll just keep drivin'
Because of you I see a light
The Buick's a Century, a '73 like you
Some strange religion
I get my hands on some money momma, and a shot in the night
Stared down the past and just scarred my eyes
Now I know there's no easy ride
She's been the kind who would take it in stride
Some jack of diamonds kicked her heart around
Did they know they were walking on holy ground?
Almost called it a day so many times
Didn't know what it felt like to be alive
'Til you been a friend to me, like nobody else could be
Keep my hands on the wheel now momma
Gonna honestly try
She looked past the scars and the burned out eyes
You could see I'm no easy ride
She's just the kind who might get you to buy
Some strange religion
This jack of diamonds kicked her heart around
Shoulda known they were walking on holy ground
This life might eventually just be the end of me, will I still be with you
Get in next to me, just keep driving
Cause of you I been alive
And this Buick's a Century, '73 like you
Some strange religion
The Buick's a Century, '73 like you
Some strange religion
Frank Black ate my hamster |
| frank black conspiracy |
Posted - 01/11/2005 : 07:56:12
Come out with your hands on your head
Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo,
Put the rap album down,
Leave MC Hammer alone,
Turn it off.
Look, guns don’t kill people rappers do,
Ask any politician and they'll tell you its true,
It’s a fact music makes you violent,
Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent,
You don’t believe me, Here's my hype,
Offer me the record and I’ll show you the type ,
of criminal this rap shit is breeding,
It’s the fact that Mc Hammer left me bleeding,
Vanilla Ice made my mother say fuck,
If I stuck by UB40 then I would 'a be in luck,
But I didn’t I got it wrong,
Cypress fucking Hill told me to make a fucking bong,
Well, I started. I bought another tape,
The Power by Snap made cock and balls ache,
So remember kids, to the head double tap,
Guns don’t kill people, it's just raP.
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
(sound 'a the police woo woo woo)
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
I seen it on in documentary on BBC 2,
Shot to death outside hyper value,
Guns blazing, like Michael Caine in Zulu,
Government statistics are sometimes misleading,
The type of criminal rap is breeding,
Shot in the chest, No-wonder you stopped breathing,
2-4 to base, over. are you receiving?
Remember rap tracks in '87? Scot the Rock's up in hip-hop heaven,
Biggie and 2pac R.I.P, Even Jam Master J's in the cemetery.
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
(sounda the police, woo woo woo)
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
I'm a fucking rapper and I might kill you,
As a rapper I'm teaching you a lesson,
AK-47, To Smith-and-Wesson,
Just say 'no', Just like Zammo,
Bullet-proof vest, To guns and ammo,
Hip hop gangster trippin',
Even Eminem's into pistol whippin',
S’like Cluedo, murder one,
P-Diddy J-Lo in a nightclub with a gun,
Heard Snoop Dogg now wants to bust a cap,
Guns don’t kill people, it's just rap,
1-2, Your face, my shoe,
My name’s Mike Balls and I'm coming through,
Gun-crime, stabbing and burgalarisation,
It's on the rise all across the nation,
The safety’s off and the pistol's aimed,
The yardies and the mafia always get blamed,
Politicans ashamed, and they haven’t got a clue,
Rap is more deadly than fucking Kung-Fu,
Guns don’t kill people, Rappers do,
(sounda the police, woo woo woo)
Guns don’t kill people, rappers do,
From Bristol zoo, to B&Q,
I wanna rap, I wanna rhyme,
Heard it in a song now I’m into gun crime,
It’s a sign of the times, like Prince changing his name,
Got to have a shooter to be in the rap game,
Like Micheal Ryan, about to snap,
Guns don’t kill people, it's just rap.
Guns don’t kill people,
Rappers do,
(sounda the police, woo woo woo)
Guns, Rappers, Guns, Rappers,
Guns, Rappers, Guns.
I, I love you Mum, I love you Dad,
BANG!
maybe not  |
| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 01/10/2005 : 15:27:32
Hayatatatacha!
Kick! Punch! It's all in the mind
If you wanna test me, I'm sure you'll find
The things I'll teach ya is sure to beat ya
But nevertheless you'll get a lesson from teacher
Kick, Punch, Chop - Block
Once more now
Kick, Punch, Chop - Block
Don't get cocky, it's gonna get rocky
We gonna move down to the next ya jockey now
Duck, Jump, Turn - Pose
Listen carefully
Jump, Pose, Duck - And turn
Hm, yeah I see you're gettin' better
Kick to the limit in order to get her now
Kick, punch, Chop, block, Chop, kick, Punch, block
It's gonna get harder now
Duck and jump, Turn and pose, Duck and turn, Jump and punch
Come on now, why don'tcha follow my words
Because we're almost done, I'll make it easy at first
I wanna see if you wanna see what it takes
To be the man with the master plan
Are you the man now?
Kick, punch, block
Chop, kick, block
Block, turn, and kick it
Block, duck, punch
Duck, duck, turn
Jump, kick, chop
Punch, punch, punch
Hatatatacha! That's it for today.
Good job, Parappa, you can go on to the next stage.
"All music if folk music. I ain't never heard no horse sing a song."
Louis Armstrong |
| n/a |
Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:43:22
The prior one was the Kings of Leon, song called soft from the second album. My housemate started playing youth and young manhood today and then the old thread popped up so I thought I post a lyric
Frank Black ate my hamster |
| KimStanleyRobinson |
Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:41:50
Hmm, tre.
Who's that? |
| n/a |
Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:41:49
This she did in public for us to see
She came in here too drunk to do the show
Between the trains and cars
Broken glass and lost hubcaps, images of a gun
Row house row house pass through
Let the city rise up to fill the screen
Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off
The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs
With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip
The girl started out in red patent leather
Very I’m in a band with knee pads
We watch her fall over and lay down,
Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers
Row house row house pass through, let the city rise up
Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I’ll see you, see you
See you on the highway
Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image
Poised, yet totally screwed up
Yes sir, yes sir, step right up
None of us know, where we're trying to get to
What sort of live where we trying to build
Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I’ve ever been to
I'm from New York City, breath it out and let it in
Where are you now?
When your broken eyes are closed
Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats
Borrowed and never returned
Emotions, books, outlooks on life
Hello 20 15!
Hello, 20, 15!
Frank Black ate my hamster |
| n/a |
Posted - 12/23/2004 : 16:37:35
I used to see you every day
used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
i danced to all your fucking soul
i left you with your nose a bleedin'
and your toes a creepin' around
ahhh so mundane and incomplete
hand my down my pants and get me off this street
I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
mutiliating cat like eyes
and in your nose blood decadence
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipple show
I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft
Frank Black ate my hamster |
| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 12/23/2004 : 12:17:45
Evil by Interpol
Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
Coming with me
Through the aging, the fear and the strife
It's the smiling on the package
It's the faces in the sand
It's the thought that holds you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Write, we'll take you places
Yeah maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them how your pleasure's set up on slow-release
Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive to faith not
Denial
But hey whose on trial?
It took a life spent
With no cellmate
The long way back
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
He speaks about travel
Yeah, we think about the land
We smile like all people
Feeling real tan
I can take you places
Do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces
Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van
Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive to faith not
Denial
But hey whose on trial?
It took a life spent
With no cellmate
Find a long way back
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
You've come to love me nightly
Yeah you've come to hold me tight
Is this motion everlasting
Or do shutters pass in the night?
Rosemary
Oh heaven restores you in life
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate
The long way back
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, semi-erotic
You need someone to take you there
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
Why can't we just play the other game?
Why can't we just look the other way?
Help me! He keeps making me post!
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| Cheeseman1000 |
Posted - 12/07/2004 : 07:32:48
I just heard a great one, so I thought I'd resurrect this:
"When he drools, it's like he's spitting jewels"
Kristin Hersh - Some Catch Flies
 "4000 posts I reach/And still not look as good as Dean, hmm?" |
| ObfuscateByWill |
Posted - 08/29/2004 : 16:41:17
If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?
*Shka-pow! You're Dead! |
| n/a |
Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:49:30
Ok, last one I promise, I have a black country feast of faggots chips and mushy peas awaiting me
*rubs tummy*
I just had a whole heap of lyrics to share....
Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
"Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet,"
he said, and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
"Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather."
"Well, some joker didn't cure it."
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
"Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream.
"I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
"I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer
and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!"
The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical.
The Priest's expression did not change.
The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you."
"All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk,
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
"These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.
He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
"Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door."
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.
A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed.
"What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
"It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor."
The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest,
there was no need to call one.
the room smelled like cupids gym
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| n/a |
Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:44:19
I'm crazy flowing over with ideas
A thousand ways to woo a lover so sincere
Love & hate, what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers up & down my spine
For every Casanova that appears
My sense of hesitation disappears
Love & hate, what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers up & down my spine
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
Oh, you really still expect me to believe
Every single letter I receive
Sorry you, what a shameful situation
Sending shivers up & down my spine
Ooh, I like to read a murder mystery
I like to know the killer, is it me?
Love & hate, what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers, make me quiver
Feel it sliver up & down my spine
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you...
I love to hate you
the room smelled like cupids gym
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| n/a |
Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:38:35
I lied I love you
The screw that nailed the final whore
It comes as simple as a T.V. plot
But not
Before they killed the villian off
I lied I love you
I'm buying everything I've sold
And taught
Like angels dipping into sin and love
'Cos you're the queen and I'm the king
Dark is the moonlight
That hangs around your eyes
I see your light
I need your light
To keep me blinded
I don't care whats going on
I lied I love you
To start the party with a bang
But it's
Exploded in my about face of yours
The cup of love you must have laced tighter with your heart strings
And how the cliche stings
I see your light
I need your light
To keep me blinded
I don't care whats going on
How can I be sure
How can I be sure
Love the only war
Love the only law
Keep me seeing red
Make me understand
I couldn't put it down
Burns off
It's bigger than the moonlight
That crowds around your eyes
I see your light
I need your light
To keep me blinded
I don't care whats going on.
the room smelled like cupids gym
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| n/a |
Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:24:01
You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm calling out your name?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
Can't you hear me, I'm bleeding on the wall?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
Can't you hear me when I'm calling out your name?
When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I'm sure we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm beating on your wall?
Cant you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
the room smelled like cupids gym
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| n/a |
Posted - 08/29/2004 : 06:20:44
They hung a sign up in out town
"if you live it up, you won't
live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.
Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
You're falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record
That's playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.
the room smelled like cupids gym
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| n/a |
Posted - 08/17/2004 : 10:31:59
I love that song apesy, I'm going to put it on now
 I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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| Little Black Francis |
Posted - 08/17/2004 : 10:03:17
Decoration Day - the Drive By Truckers
It’s Decoration Day.
And I’ve a mind to roll a stone on his grave.
But what would he say.
“Keeping me down, boy, won’t keep me away”.
It’s Decoration Day.
And I knew the Hill Boys would put us away,
but my Daddy wasn’t afraid.
He said “We’ll fight till the last Lawson’s last living day”
I never knew how it all got started
a problem with Holland before we were born
and I don’t know the name of that boy we tied down
and beat till he just couldn’t walk anymore.
But I know the caliber in Daddy’s chest
and I know what Holland Hill drives.
The state let him go, but I guess it was best
cause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive.
Daddy said one of the boys had come by
the Lumber Man’s favorite son.
He said, “Beat him real good but don’t dare let him die
and if you see Holland Hill run.
Now I said, “they ain’t give us trouble no more
that we ain’t brought down on ourselves”
But a chain on my back and my ear to the floor
and I’ll send all the Hill Boys to hell.
It’s Decoration Day
and I’ve got a family in Mobile Bay
and they’ve never seen my Daddy’s grave.
But that don’t bother me, it ain’t marked anyway.
Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale south
and I got dead brothers in east Tennessee.
My Daddy got shot right in front of his house
he had noone to fall on but me.
It’s Decoration Day
and I’ve got a mind to go spit on his grave.
If I was a Hill, I’d have put him away
and I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.
I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.
I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.
Floops quesedillas zijn te vergelijken met het likken van fatsige Albert's aars nadat hij een fles laxeermiddel heeft leeggedronkenhehehahhahehehaha |
| Apesy |
Posted - 08/16/2004 : 20:04:57
"Country Feedback" -- R.E.M.
This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same
You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out
We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this
-=Apesy |
| n/a |
Posted - 08/16/2004 : 15:25:28
asks permission to roll eyes
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 08/16/2004 : 15:22:49
Aaaah yes Tre, I love Dido!
_________________________________________________________
Live every day as if it were your last. Eventually you'll be right
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| n/a |
Posted - 08/16/2004 : 13:49:50
Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
3 days a week,
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
no more microwave dinners and saturated fats,
a patient better driver,
a safer car
baby smiling in back seat,
sleeping well
no bad dreams,
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
never washing spiders down the plughole,
keep in contact with old friends
enjoy a drink now and then,
will frequently check credit at
moral bank hole in the wall,
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants,
car wash
also on Sundays,
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned but powerless,
an empowered and informed member of society
pragmatism not idealism,
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
shot of baby strapped in back seat,
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
the ability to laugh at weakness,
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 08/16/2004 : 12:18:17
ah Hicks. I love him. Hmm, i think i may have to dig upsome of his wonder too. He looks like elvis in your pic. haha
I drink and smoke
Until I choke
Until I'm broke
Cos' I want too
If We Sleep Together, Will You Like Me Better? |
| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 08/15/2004 : 13:45:01
NYC
I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
But
[Chorus]
New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)
The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
It is up to me now, turn on the bright lights
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Live every day as if it were your last. Eventually you'll be right
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| n/a |
Posted - 08/13/2004 : 11:22:06
The pic is bill Hicks, I'm re entering my bill hicks phase, I just read the biography and listened to the CD's again..
And yeah shady lane is such a good song to wail along too pissed... a hem
And yeah ebb, you're all I think about in those late night moments of onanism, really..
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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| Monsieur |
Posted - 08/13/2004 : 08:49:27
Fuck those lyrics, here is the best poem of the 20th century :
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering 5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie, 15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock, 25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; 35
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, 45
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations. 50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. 55
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City, 60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. 65
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again! 75
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'
II. A GAME OF CHESS
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion; 85
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, 95
In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms 105
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 110
'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alley 115
Where the dead men lost their bones.
'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing. 120
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes. 125
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten. 135
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said—
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, 145
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling. 155
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME 165
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
III. THE FIRE SERMON
THE river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. 175
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept...
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear 185
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year. 195
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd. 205
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back 215
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays, 225
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
I too awaited the expected guest. 230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses, 235
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall 245
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows on final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit...
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, 255
And puts a record on the gramophone.
'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. 265
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails 270
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach 275
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores 285
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala
'Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.' 295
'My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start".
I made no comment. What should I resent?'
'On Margate Sands. 300
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.' 305
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest 310
burning
IV. DEATH BY WATER
PHLEBAS the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea 315
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
AFTER the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying 325
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink 335
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water 345
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring 350
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock 355
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together 360
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you? 365
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only 370
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London 375
Unreal
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings 380
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains 385
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one. 390
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves 395
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
D A 400
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed 405
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
D A 410
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours 415
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
D A
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded 420
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order? 425
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins 430
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
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| Ebb Vicious |
Posted - 08/13/2004 : 08:49:10
aww i think somebody has a crush on me. luckily i'm easy if you give good head.
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| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 08/13/2004 : 08:44:33
tre, whats your little pic of? I cant really see it? Also, I was just about to post shady lane!
I drink and smoke
Until I choke
Until I'm broke
Cos' I want too
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Posted - 08/12/2004 : 10:58:47
Low Ebb
I heard a calling
From mile beyond the grave
What was it saying
I could not make out a word
Shiver in the cold light
And in your troubled mind
Darkness has enveloped your heart
And stile the lustre from your eyes
Still hold on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
It feels like the last strand of summer
Feels like the end of the day
Nothing to get up for tomorrow baby
Everything caught in decay
Shiver in the cold light
And in your troubled mind
Darkness has enveloped your heart
And stile the lustre from your eyes
Still hold on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Thinking staring out the window
There's one thing she can never know
You can never tell her
How close you are to letting go
Still hold on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Although there's still pulsing in you veins
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Ebb-ing away
Ebb-ing away
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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