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Posted: 10/26/2006 5:37:17 AM | all of those lovely folk had to go forth
to find their way out thru the black back door
searching for what they lost last year
hoping to find it and bring it back here
what is it they lost, you might ask
a piece of their mind, and their brandy flask
sipping while slipping a rhyme to and fro
dying just trying to find which way to go | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 6:08:38 AM | dying just trying to find which way to go
crow about whatever thoughts do grow
fertile grounds are all around you know
seed will feed some and other will blow
As contemplation of having no dough
leads to having to take it in tow
then the nails fall rusy just like so
many are ashamed to even show | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 6:12:49 AM | ashamed to even show my rusty nails
livin on rotten meat, mold in my bread
riding the lines on the dusty trails
tryin to find a place to lay my head
knowing that i'm going, just not when
crowing with the thoughts that i'm raising
sometimes life is better just around the bend
where you don't have to put much thought into hazing | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 6:30:40 AM | where you don't have to put much thought into hazing
schooling comes first there so you go grazing
free to be the one you make yourself in a few years of study
knowledge and friendships being the best not thinking of money
as debts do pile up scandals roll on bye
hooking claws into some prospective try
ride the Ferris wheel of life after love
then off to work wearing protective gloves | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 6:35:42 AM | wearing protective gloves
i lay my hands to your waste
sitting by your coffin
drawing lines on your face
wondering aloud
if this was meant to be
imagine my horror
when you answered me! | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 7:00:02 AM | when you answered me
my heart rose from the dead
then unexpectedly I froze as you read
some thesis on changing space time quardinates
while locked in a booth by willing subordinates
dressed to the eyeballs with phosphoric recourse
with contingency plan layed out showing force
You lost me somewhere after you know
time just dissipates as my eyes grow
looking with lust from deep within my soul
I realize now that it will have to go | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 8:14:58 AM | it will have to go, that thought of time
that inconsolable effort it took
waking me up from this nightmare of mine
with teeth rattling hard as i shook
that booth has a thumb lock, turn it and see
the willing actors look like you and me
forgetting thier lines, still dying to be
the famous among the famous | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 9:58:20 AM | the famous among the famous is quite a concept
like and artist's artist may be what to expect
though public awareness is still very lacking
the imfamous louts will all be sent packing
to break through your lock with only my thumb
sounds oh so sexy that i want to come
over to your house and have lots of fun
doing parlor tricks as you sit on your bum | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 12:22:27 PM | doing parlor tricks as you sit on your bum
pulling coins from your ear with vanishing thumbs
I can turn a cup towel into a chicken
and I walked on water once while fishin
but I guess it was only a trick if someone saw it
like you saw my failed back button trick
you were right ,the only way is to edit
slap on the back ,how bout that for politically correct | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 4:14:43 PM | how'bout that for politically correct
guess ya ain't seen nothin' yet
come on now children place your bets
what you see is what you may get
yer ma an pa don't wan'ya here
yer pretty good at not able ta hear
though what ya doin' ain't too clear
lessin yer tryin ta get some beer. | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 6:45:32 PM | trying to get some beer
somehow wound up here
happens all the time
toss out a quick 8 lines
one thread leads to another
I don't know why I bother
later is forever or never
whatever the case may be | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 8:31:59 PM | whatever the case may be
the violin inside is priceless
found at a cheap market flea
on a day I was feeling lifeless
It was back in a corner looking tragic
I took it home, thought it may be majic
And I could suddenly play like a master
But the first songs were disaster
and realised my thoughts were insane
'cause I sounded like chickens on the roof in the rain | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 8:50:55 PM | chickens on the roof in the rain
and who are you to complain
when the price is at 4 bucks a pound
you should be eating chuck ground
or better yet check wit the vet
and see what hes got layin around
see ..I can easily justify drive thru
its the taste I can't get past or through | |
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Posted: 10/26/2006 9:04:28 PM | its the taste I can't get past or through
stale old rubber mixed with glue
thats what you call a pot roast?
when did that cow give up the ghost?
How long you been cooking here?
No wonder people only order beer.
Though that last line suggested says
that could be taken in other ways
decided I would keep it clean
and not talk about unbathed persons dream | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 3:24:42 AM | unbathed persons dream in color, too
they had it once, then lost
what i would if i could do
something to offset the cost
of housing them all,feeding each one
making sure there's a smile in place
i know it can't be done by just this one
out here in this dead rat race | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 6:13:29 AM | This dead rat race, the place they call a city
Where the traffic crawls and you cant see nuthin pretty
Its a stagnant life where drivers all sit wearing a frown
Stereos turned up hoping that lifeless noise will drown
Turn their eyes away if you look them in the face
And crawl down that 5 lines fastway at a deathly slow fast pace
I'm not surprised that he lost hope in a place of concrete joy
Where neon signs and flashing lights replaced the dreams of a boy | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 7:12:14 AM | Where neon signs and flashing lights replaced the dreams of a boy
bikini wax and silicone stacks became his new fantasy toys
down at the local constabulare the crowd was starting to roar
some ladies if you can call them that were really not being bores
that story it can come later on when the kids have all gone to bed
we'll sit back and laugh at the sexy faux pas drinking teas just to clear our heads
let the idiot box determine the changes in idle conversations
the hours will slowly drift away as we avoid undue reverberation | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 10:07:50 AM | the hours will slowly drift away as we avoid undue reverberation
working in the underground avioding all taxation
living in the shoping malls and abandoned railway station
One with all the nightpeople who live for lifes temptaion
this is how the woman spent her whole years vacation
understandinf freedom found living outside social ways
finding that the world provided enough to get by for days
and kindness still exists and loyalty of kind
though it's hard on the body, it's not bad for the mind
to see a world thats not conformed to others expectations
A real stretch of the mind with brilliant revelations. | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 1:35:50 PM | a real stretch of the mind with brilliant revelations
sounds a whole lot like some medieval meditation
I'd be down with that after a little provocation
a tad more companionable than simple polarisation
so what you got in the tool box sage friend of mine
a couple old 8 tracks from a better vanished time
I once had Houses of the Holy and Band on the run
my early education shows where this all comes from | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 1:44:17 PM | A real stretch of the mind with brilliant revelations
A magnitude of stength pondered by a deep imagination
Temptation, anticipation, immancipation proclamation
Longing for the never-ending erotic senses vacation
Continuing to overwhelm ourselves with venturous sensations
Reading scripts of our four fathers, the ever fictional proclamations
Understanding nothing when it consumes our infinite expectations
But the end draws near and finding the truth far, beyond our most hoped anticipation
~~every time I get on U get me .....lyric..ly speaking...lol
last line to lyric ..... | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 2:16:47 PM | the end draws near and finding the truth
far beyond our most hoped anticipation
I offer all apologies with a clearer view
finding you with a more eloquent oration
its hard to keep up my bubbly buttercup
but the fun is in the shared participation
but you know what ? super sugar butt
thats what prevents our constant frustration | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 2:23:20 PM | Thats what prevents our constant frustration
When i "cant" keep up with lyrics expectations
I try and try but always have to edit
What to do but try again with the sh*t
If I gotta come back, oh well
Ill try again and Never dwell
So Lyric~ly speaking lets try this again
Here goes nothing, Let the push of the button begin | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 2:45:28 PM | Let the push of the button begin
though I prefer the oppositions prefix
I will attempt the language therein
As I was saying my dear
and not at all that clear
it matters not if you get caught
posting one behind
we are all the same in this edit game
we do it all the time | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 3:13:39 PM | we do it all the time
as we post and post these lyrical rhymes
We race to catch the last line
before we have to edit and consume more time
but it is all in fun and laughter its true
we consume our days with lyrics and muse
we laugh and play and soemtimes get discouraged
but in the end we begin again and bring back the courage......... | |
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Posted: 10/27/2006 3:35:18 PM | but in the end [ butt is the end ] we begin again and
bring back the courage to hold your ideals
enter the exit for all the best deals
take off your shirt and shoes at the door
then ask the waitress
please sir ... can I have some more? | |
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