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| Hey Bella the wires up my sleeve
Posted: 10/12/2006 10:14:54 PM | how well do you know me
do you think I just made this up
how much can I tell you
would you mind if I just gave up
well I just can't live without you
and i just don't give a damn
i just fell off the truck
i might need a helping hand
when the cards fall in my favour
would you lay down a buck or two
or if I can't decide which flavour
may I have a taste of you
how clearly do you see me
have I lost a day of youth
won't you please believe me
I'm a liar and that's the truth
did I mention how much i love you
i didn't mean to stand you up
you know how well I know you
ever since you first showed up
you know I think of forever
whenever you come to mind
I could never love another
or leave it all behind
so if you'll just hold out your hand
I'll lead you right this way
theres nothing to understand
I wouldn't explain it anyway
just find a trust in me
you have your ounce of proof
do you honestly believe
I'm a liar and that's the truth | |
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| whatafuk its past to anyway
Posted: 10/12/2006 10:48:39 PM | I moved this frame to catch up with my momentum
everything else is just too busy with my confusion
and if I was to pick apart my pace to resurrection
would that put me any closer to my intention
I don't know I think not or maybe not at all
I flip the switch and stared at the attraction
to see where I missed the turn off to inaction
but I'm a dumbfuk who can't take down direction
maybe I'd rather sit and play with my own reflection
I do know that things got a bit out of nothing at all
So how do I get out of this state of defection
do I hand in some sort of poetic resignation
can't I just disappear into my own reaction
why do I find you feel like my only obligation
my thinks are not maybes I can understand at all | |
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| Flight to Liverpool was full
Posted: 10/13/2006 10:04:03 AM | I found myself walking the streets of Memphis
they were right I was two feet off of Beale
I was trying to make my way to Elvis
had to tell him somehow he made it real
if I can't find the gates of Graceland
I'll catch him singing in those Tupelo fields
Now I'm flying over Vegas got myself a brand new plan
some blues dude told me how to find his spirit
said he heard he was haunting the MGM grand
All I found was some cheap imitation poet
she told some lies as only poets can
about Sedonas sunrise and how I had to see it
So I'm back on this plane to Buffalo
my heads in a bag in first class
what happened to the King I don't know
but the poet got medicated at last
got hooked to the blues dude in Tupelo
and writes poems about renting out her ass
I woke to the sounds of a snow storm
made me think it was all a dream
sure is good to be back home
where the sky is clear and air is clean
almost like I had been reborn
unbelieving all the shit or even where I'd been | |
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| snow no go
Posted: 10/13/2006 12:49:15 PM | hey there love no need to go
can't you see the winds do blow
most roads are moving way too slow
you see we go an inch of snow.
how many months since it went away
minds forget how to drive that way
so hang in its good for you to stay
I'm sure we'll find some nice fun play
I can fix the fire with the stoker
get the cards and toss the joker
I don't want us to get broker
so let's just play some strip poker
come over here and get warm by the fire
the radio playin some old Richard Pryor
roll up a big one to get a bit higher
while relaxing into those carnal desires
in morning we can just dig ourselves out
there might be a blue sky hangin about
if we need help to the neighbour we'll shout
no reason to go for that there's no doubt. | |
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| lil x lil n day by day
Posted: 10/13/2006 4:51:18 PM | got lil layered lyria
like a verbal diarrhea
a cradle of warm
to bury your new bone
lets talk about it
don't slam that phone
your lights are bright
but no body is home
lets shout about it
come on get it on
with all things wrong
lets give it a name
like your pet peeve vex
lets cut the shit
and get to the sex
sex is a weapon
sex is an art
sex is the one thing
that tells us apart
yeah deceptions a beginning
but truth is an end
if truth may be viewed on
as something to depend
is that a certain so
however would you know
what could be next
don't give it up now
get back to the sex
sex is a woman
sex is a trust
sex isn't anything
that's been shared between us
trust is like a tree
when it grows and it bends
if trust can be thought of
as something to defend
is that all ya got
I'll tell you what not
had enough yet
well here's one more shot
sex is effective
sex is a choice
sex is not something
that needs its own voice
time is elusive
when trying to be saved
if our time is only remembered
as a goodbye wave | |
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| one more silva victim dollah
Posted: 10/13/2006 9:08:21 PM | I got taste I got things to do
you know I can sit anywhere
I no waste and I'm being true
I can't quite lose my hair
isn't that typical
ain't that a shame
when she tries to tickle
she leaves a silent stain
I give face ,I shake hands
you know its made to sit on
I no place and no where to
I try to make it fun
isn't that pitiful
I'm the one to blame
everytime shes spiteful
she leaves a silent stain
the things she can not hide
the things way deep inside
she leaves them on my skin
and they find their way in
inside my heedless head
dire warnings of her dead
she does it to pass the time
a corruption of the mind
she lives to share the pain
she leaves a silent stain | |
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| one more dollah for tha victumz
Posted: 10/14/2006 12:41:14 PM | one last tear-stained melody
one last fond good-bye
one last time to say to me
you never loved me high
one more time to say that
one more time is all you need
one more fulfilled product
of all my needy greed
one more is never good enough
one last time is all it takes
to find the stuff inside the fluff
before drowning in the lake
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mmm....
but before the bus
before the kids
doing things
i never did
except alone
all by myself
screaming aloud
to no one else
how you take me there
to that place
the pleasure of pain
alights my face
takin me down
way down south
fingers dripping
to my mouth
aahhhhhhh....
the sweet nothings
how sweet they
really are
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lost in a world
of my own creation
deciding on a fate
of lies and imitation
i'm wearing my new mask
i wear it very well
the Shadow Queen enters
with a brand new tell to
tell..........
sitting naked, alone,
misinformed
thinking that sex is
the well-rounded norm
not knowing i do it
to stay true to form
i am a creature of habit, i tell you
i give and i give, i take none
for myself
i lie the good lie, lay down in this
hell
revealing no feeling, as i
hopelessly fell
into this creature of habit
i'm good, i say, as your face
flushes red
you know it's the truth, i'm the
queen of the bed
just knowing you know that's not
all there is in my head
helps this creature of habit do die
i don't want to be habit, i want just
to be
the one that i know, there inside of
me
who has much more to say than, "fukk me
fukk me"
some creatures never, ever die | |
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| habits
Posted: 10/14/2006 2:15:59 PM | habits form and habits die
don't even ask me why
come have a smoke and relax a while
I'll stroke you in passion's style
bring you up and set you down
bridge the gap between the crowns
ride the serpent through hell fire
until you cannot go no higher
flush with flowing dreams that run
across the fields to setting sun
quickly stopping what's just begun
to start all over again for fun.
habits come and habits go
taking all that boredom knows
leaving better ways to show
that which used to feel too slow
habits rise and habits fall
waiting for that next time call
when you've nothing on your mind
then it just happens so you find
kind consideration has no place
when that habit becomes your face
everyone knows you for these things
its doesn't really matter what you sing
its more to do with what your bringing
to set this table without even thinking | |
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| habits are hard to come by
Posted: 10/14/2006 3:02:21 PM | i bring it all, to the breakfast table
ready and willing,
young and able
not to be outdone
by the shows on cable
it's all in jest, you understand
habits die
when we tell them to
when we have no use
for what they do
i'm a creature of habit
but i fall, too
deep into the shadows of my mind
i don't care what they see
when they're lookin my way
if that's what they're noticing
then "have a nice day"
if they see none of the real shit
they need to go away
cuz bullshit's not on the menu
when i sing, it's a sorrowful,
hateful sound
like someone riding
a horse underground
so, i'd rather not
sing just now
besides, i've lost my lyrics | |
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| and hearts are easy to bleed
Posted: 10/14/2006 4:21:11 PM | there's a promise to fulfill
outside the crayon lines
beyond what was all too real
out there transcending time
promises to keep, and yes
time to fulfill the dream
working ways to make them
everything they seem
so sometimes i drown
in the things i must do
what does that mean to anyone
when i sit down here and spew
while i vomit up the lies
the lines, the lyrics, the show
revealing who you think i am
you're not even in the know
i've sold my soul twice now
just for a shoulder to lean on
too much information for you?
so what..i need these demons gone
i write them out, call them out
feel them out of my head
i don't care what others think
about the things i've said | |
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| and hearts are easy to bleed
Posted: 10/14/2006 6:46:18 PM |
ah the metaphors that fall from my head
others may at time wish them dead
least of all not publicly said
though it my head they fell from
my little smell at the crumbs
that plum reached for yet never touched
that pot of shyte some others might
in the heat of a night where a fight is thought
nothing gets right in the writes that are rot.
Guilty we be of being us
no need for apologies or any fuss
they can all catch the next bus
riding good intentions to hell
hope they like the smell
to putrefy their kind
petrify the mind
find nothing
everywhere
its in the pits
we find the bits
that mean the most
raise a toast for that host
the purveyor of human frailty
the keeper of that jail key
not laughing at me and you
not crying too but with the dues comes the blues
the news may make us snooze then we lose.
Now closing the door on a metaphor
leaves the moonlight turned off
I see the poor guy trying to score
by feigning a sensitive cough
Then I think back to that snack in the sack
so many many eons gone bye
Twas and enjoyable time not put into rhyme
then we got up and left with a sigh
many many eons later
we passed the time of day
smiled in that place of the other space
embraced before walking away
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| hacking away at the keyboard
Posted: 10/14/2006 6:57:48 PM | the road to hell
paved with good intentions
is that where i found
my noble mention
thorb, you're wicked with the ink...
everytime i write a few lies
or lines as we'll call them
i find i repeat myself
then i try to stall them
stop them from flowing
from thought to fingertip
while i'm on my own
on this lonely ego-trip
fighting with my demons
making shit up as i go
it's not all truth i spew
in case you didn't know
ideas form in the back
of this thing i'll call a brain
they repeat, repeat, repeat
til i'm on the edge of insane
if i don't write them down
they'll eat me up, all gone
then what am i to do with me
without all this carrying on? | |
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| hacking away at the keyboard
Posted: 10/14/2006 7:39:22 PM | Ah the shadows of our smiles
disguising that class and syle
you are a queen of illusion
if only to us delusioned
we love the verse so terse and warm at the same time
lying in the crying for sake of buying time in the rhyme
line after line deflects the emotionl emptiness I feel
I don't want it to be real so I squeel at others now and then
knowing the endearment of friends has always demanded it
the mush ah shucks man stuff we need to pull off the bluff
Still the love shows within every creation
even under sedation of sleep deprivation
I love the pictures a woman can paint
in words I've heard so many times before
yet never with that tainted metaphor
where a guy choosed gore and grime
she will focus on sublime crime in mind
slipping between lines of rhyme
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| a shaved monkey dressed up as a blond
Posted: 10/15/2006 4:17:54 PM | it was full of geeks and freaks
and those crazy's with two feet
and still we did them all
in the heart shaped waterbed
looking used as a battle field
disguising silhouette impressions
as if a ball had been held there
some wilted gift shop roses
throw shadows of doubt over two plastic rings
the hollow candlelight exposed those petty prizes
exchanged for loonies in a vending machine
those past and pleasant images
get played out before my eyes
reflected back to me three fold
by carefully positioned mirrors
around my heart shaped water bed
it has a built in wonderment
that plays itself in stereo
drag you're not still around
shame I use it all alone
In my heart shaped waterbed
purchased from the stardust motel
padded bumpers hold the silken sheets
and kingsized pillows for my kingsize head
drawers underneath hold some things
for now should go unmentioned
more recent exchanges with vending machines
something that caught my attention
some long and lost encounters
have been played out on that stage
some recorded on video
by the overhead cameras
around my heart shaped waterbed
it's goddamned light show
better heard in stereo
I miss you now you're not a round
shame I use it all alone | |
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| don't live to fast
Posted: 10/15/2006 7:13:24 PM | ssshhh don't look at me ....it's painful
no don't hold my hand it trembles
you can help me by looking away
I'm not hiding here to be sought after
I do this so as not to be found out
I've heard stories bout lions and tigers
and how some are King of all beasts
ruling with sinewy claw to maim in defeat
yet still they shrink from men like me
They say in myths Gods are fearless
they're full of wonder and all things holy
we are selective and if we don't believe
they could never possibly be
when you look at me .....I'm sorry
no don't hold it against me it's over
you can hurt me by staying the same
I'm not hiding here to be thought over
I do this so as not to be found out
I say things about lovers and madness
some I know others I pretend to believe
repeating them here for you to misuse or delete
yet somehow they still get back to me
I know I am my very own worst enemy
so full of shit I pretend I'm oh so lonely
but I'm a detective for my own deceit
a sound I can conceivably see
ssshh don't listen to me ...its shameful
no don't touch my soul its hollow
you can see me by looking around
I'm hiding here to be brought in
I do this now before I'm found out | |
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| think I'll just post a don henley song.
Posted: 10/15/2006 10:35:16 PM |
Artist: Don Henley
Album: I Can't Stand Still
Title: Them And Us
One finger on the button
One finger up his nose
Johnny's in some cornfield
The early warning blows
Bigger is better
More is more
Look up, america!
Gonna even up the score
Get ready boys
Third times a charm
Don't need no sweater
It's gonna keep you warm
If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner
This time
Them and us
Them and us
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
If forty-five minutes
It'll all be done
We'll all be good and crispy
But we'll still be number one
And if things go from bad to worse
We can still kill them if they kill us first
If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner
This time
Hell-bent
Heaven sent
It all got started by an accident
If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner
This time
Them and us
Them and us
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Them and us
Them and us
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
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| don't dive into the sun
Posted: 10/16/2006 1:39:28 PM | the pantomiming princess
the convoluted queen
i am the fulfillment of prophecy
the time between the dream
i am the beast of burden
the shameless cheating whore
i am the maker of life
til i crave it no more
i see what i want to
and hear what i need
i see no reason
to bite the hand that feeds
i'd rather bite the tongue
so the shit will all dry up
no more self-serving lines and
lies
to fill this buttercup
if i said i love you
and if you said it, too
would that be the real thing
or another convoluted truth
i lay witness to the past
i strike down the men of means
i am the pantomiming princess
inside the mind-controlling queen
lovin some don henley | |
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| let the sun dry your fear
Posted: 10/16/2006 4:41:21 PM | I asked and she called me her man of lines
that broke my stride and caught my eye
do we think of each other at the same time
when I answer yes she asks me why
I don't know or I hadn't looked at it that way
but if she was here now I'd know the future
as it arrives on my welcome mat of sunny days
but then again she may have the very last say
sing for me angel
slay me with that tool of destruction
take me apart honey
play me to the point of reconstruction
pick it pick it pick me
its your number ninety nine love potion
I bask in her magic music man accusations
I break a sweat and am reduced to a sigh
are we worlds apart or in the very next room
shes got my heart in a slim hand of no lies
I'm resting here to save up all my good days
gonna share them with her when my time comes
been practising my lines and changing my ways
imagining me at arrivals with a neck full of leis | |
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| it's always sunny in my mind
Posted: 10/16/2006 4:52:10 PM | have no fears, quell the doubt
only you know the truth
as we wallow in the gout
of fallen misbehavin youth
i am the queen, i can slay none
i have no sword to swing
you are the majik man, the one
who tears my heart up as you sing | |
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| on the south side of forever
Posted: 10/16/2006 5:07:23 PM | the mind is willing
the body is cold
waiting forever
just to get old
will i ever get back
all that i've sold
on the south side of forever
wondering, wanting
enough is enough
i want what i need
but the asking is tough
never believed i'd be
reduced to just fluff
here on the south side of forever
nesting the instincts
that got me this far
wondering if you know
just what you are
the light on the corner
of lonely and scars
on the south side of forever
in love with a muse
with the image of you
knowing i can't stop
though i never want to
because in the end,
we're the when
and the who
on the south side of forever | |
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| laugh at this........
Posted: 10/16/2006 6:44:14 PM | we're a nasty pair
you and i
what fun we shall have
doing all the nasty things
we ever thought of
while silently masturbating
to porn
that's a night in, for sure | |
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| laugh at this........
Posted: 10/16/2006 7:36:57 PM | and who's the wicked one in the ink
nothing would stink in your presence
odorous enticement to meld into reality
that is the true essence I think
smiling to my self
checking for cameras
hidden on a shelf
that elf was here a time ago
the snow came
I saw him go
though I'm not sure what he was carrying
it looked real light
disappeared in the night
as he passed out of sight
at the time I thought nothing of it
like so many things in life
no push came to shove it
just a normal kitchen knife
found in the parlor
underneath a chair
the maid had cleaned but missed it
now .... who was sitting there? | |
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| its what it is
Posted: 10/16/2006 8:18:06 PM | distance is a bytch ,she said times a basturd
if I could get off on this ticket I'd have it made
but I let stupid people play all my cards for me
and pretend they're the only reason I get laid
she spits heartfelt obscenities at my liquid ears............... >>>>>>>>layer
shes everything you could want except the leaving
sometimes the uncontrollable bits of life disappear
and it takes everything else but her to believe in
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pittance for the rich 'it said whine for the cancer
when you get on and lick it you may want to bathe
little attempts deals the day and retards my being
I'll defend my own homely pleasing and still get paid ............... >>>>>>>>>>lyria
he grins smart alec obscurities through wicked sneers
hes a changeling we need to inject and reappear in
sombre lines in believable skits too ripe to miss the ear
jail bait play singing elves put upon to conceive in
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hidden from the itch ,we're dead or blind to the danger
try to get over and kick it maybe not be so afraid
our tiny muted pleas fade away being hard to see
then offend the holy treason by trying to make the grade,,,,,,,,,,>>>>>>>>>>layered
we rip apart ourselves absurdly with layered lyrias
we sing along and grieve to connect and deceive in
sweet sublime slightly chilled in splits of fine crystal clear
mistakes dismayed on shelves too high to retrieve them
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I think that's it Shadow
funny how the two nonsensical ones
ended up saying things we talked or heard about eh ?
I cheated a bit but since we made it up we'll say its OK | |
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| its what it is
Posted: 10/17/2006 10:15:11 AM | oh, oh, OH!!!!!
holy shit
and way to go!!
all over walking
eggs' hysteria!
fukking miracle
the birth of
the lyria!
i am truly impressed
floored
wowed
wooed
omg.....i'll have to be back for this one
you are a modern-day freak..... | |
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| the north side of never
Posted: 10/17/2006 11:08:59 AM | kk.....i don't have the mind at the moment
to do the hysteria of lyria
but i gotta write this down
somewhere
before i go insane
so bear with me, buttercup
come on over
before i close the door
find me in the corner
drooling on the floor
screaming all my wisdom
in simple lines of four
on the north side of never
writing all the lies
we're accustomed to hearing
knowing i'm not satisfied
with photographic leering
still, the clock is ticking
the time is always nearing
to the north side of never
i've been down and out
sunny and smilin
i can scream and pout
be wary and wilin'
but you'll never see me
out past the first mile in
the north side of never
i will be back....i will i will | |
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