GPARSUNDA Posted January 28, 2006 Share Posted January 28, 2006 On a summer day you can hear her call,But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,On a summer day you can hear her call,But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,And I am home again In the autumn air,You can see her smile,But in a funny way she reminds you of a child, In the autumn air,You feel her soul unfold,And in a funny way you feel your own explode, Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,And I am home again On a winter day,You can hear her call,But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall On a winter day,You can hear her call,And in a funny way,You love her even more Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,And I am home again Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,And I am home again On a summer day you can hear her call,But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,On a summer day you can hear her call,But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall --------------------------------------------------------------------------------"When I was a kid I went from ground zero to Pluto" Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',I was layin' in bedWond'rin' if she'd changed at allIf her hair was still red.Her folks they said our lives togetherSure was gonna be roughThey never did like Mama's homemade dressPapa's bankbook wasn't big enough.And I was standin' on the side of the roadRain fallin' on my shoesHeading out for the East CoastLord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first metSoon to be divorcedI helped her out of a jam, I guess,But I used a little too much force.We drove that car as far as we couldAbandoned it out WestSplit up on a dark sad nightBoth agreeing it was best.She turned around to look at meAs I was walkin' awayI heard her say over my shoulder,"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"Tangled up in blue. I had a job in the great north woodsWorking as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that muchAnd one day the ax just fell.So I drifted down to New OrleansWhere I happened to be employedWorkin' for a while on a fishin' boatRight outside of Delacroix.But all the while I was aloneThe past was close behind,I seen a lot of womenBut she never escaped my mind, and I just grewTangled up in blue. She was workin' in a topless placeAnd I stopped in for a beer,I just kept lookin' at the side of her faceIn the spotlight so clear.And later on as the crowd thinned outI's just about to do the same,She was standing there in back of my chairSaid to me, "Don't I know your name?"I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,She studied the lines on my face.I must admit I felt a little uneasyWhen she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,Tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe"I thought you'd never say hello," she said"You look like the silent type."Then she opened up a book of poemsAnd handed it to meWritten by an Italian poetFrom the thirteenth century.And every one of them words rang trueAnd glowed like burnin' coalPourin' off of every pageLike it was written in my soul from me to you,Tangled up in blue. I lived with them on Montague StreetIn a basement down the stairs,There was music in the cafes at nightAnd revolution in the air.Then he started into dealing with slavesAnd something inside of him died.She had to sell everything she ownedAnd froze up inside.And when finally the bottom fell outI became withdrawn,The only thing I knew how to doWas to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,Tangled up in blue. So now I'm goin' back again,I got to get to her somehow.All the people we used to knowThey're an illusion to me now.Some are mathematiciansSome are carpenter's wives.Don't know how it all got started,I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.But me, I'm still on the roadHeadin' for another jointWe always did feel the same,We just saw it from a different point of view,Tangled up in blue. Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 (edited) It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIt don't matter, anyhowAn' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIf'n you don't know by nowWhen your rooster crows at the break of dawnLook out your window and I'll be goneYou're the reason I'm trav'lin' onDon't think twice, it's all right It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeThat light I never knowedAn' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeI'm on the dark side of the roadStill I wish there was somethin' you would do or sayTo try and make me change my mind and stayWe never did too much talkin' anywaySo don't think twice, it's all right It ain't no use in callin' out my name, galLike you never did beforeIt ain't no use in callin' out my name, galI can't hear you any moreI'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the roadI once loved a woman, a child I'm toldI give her my heart but she wanted my soulBut don't think twice, it's all right I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babeWhere I'm bound, I can't tellBut goodbye's too good a word, galSo I'll just say fare thee wellI ain't sayin' you treated me unkindYou could have done better but I don't mindYou just kinda wasted my precious timeBut don't think twice, it's all right Edited January 29, 2006 by Crowjack Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 She placed her ring on the sill,dishes piled highShe's on the front porch stepand the air smells like snowShe's thinking of the siege to comeand how she'll miss those weekendsin the park with the sun on her faceand her book by her side and thatlingering taste that he left on her tongue He lifts his glass from the tableIt leaves a ring where it stoodHe sees the light from the windowcaress her like he knows he shouldHe's remembering the first time he kissed herand how he'd wakeand immediately he'd miss her,like a spell, with each breath,he'd taste her breath like a haunting,irritating as hell Do you remember when you'd prayto never see the daywhen someone would make you feel this way'Cause you knewthey would cut right through youand once inside, you were afraid they'd findnothing to hold on to He puts her ring on her finger,she brushes back his hairHe takes a sip from his glass,she inhales the cold fall airAnd they're thinking of the long road aheadand the strength that they will needjust to reach the end And there in the silence they search forthe balance between this fear that they feeland a love that has graced their lives Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 She's waitin' for mewhen I get home from workoh, but things ain't just the sameShe turns out the lightand cries in the darkwon't answer when I call her name On the stairs I smoke acigarette aloneMexican kids are shootin'fireworks belowHey baby, it's the Fourth of JulyHey baby, it's the Fourth of July She gives me her cheekwhen I want her lipsbut I don't have the strength to goOn the lost side of townin a dark apartmentwe gave up trying so long ago On the stairs I smoke acigarette aloneMexican kids are shootin'fireworks belowHey baby, it's the Fourth of JulyHey baby, it's the Fourth of July What ever happened Iapologizeso dry your tears and babywalk outside, it's the Fourth of July On the stairs I smoke acigarette aloneMexican kids are shootin'fireworks belowHey baby, it's the Fourth of JulyHey baby, Baby take a walk outside Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 The right of callous goes to maliceMolder in the graveThe scene to witness inner fitnessLeaves without a waveTo turn about inside the outerLayer that we saveBecomes apparent when we wear itSuch is the beauty that you gave You hypnotize my bloodshot eyesthe night life's latest crazethey twist their shouts and jump aboutour memory isn't fazedby doucumentors recent assentinto the freakish phaseremember that we are the purposeof this human race and oh so slowly turn to show mewhere our points are shavedto them that simplysee us emptybut for not ouramber waves of sin a dialogue is half created out of our own wordswe like the texture and pretendthat this we haven't heardits up to here in good defenseanother loss is cruelbut some how with the help ofpills, I remain a pillar calm lets guess the number of regretsour good life will acquirethere seems to be some smalldiscrepancy between the truth and liebut somehow we should work around the better half of deadwake up wake up my little one my little sleepy head Link to post Share on other sites
M. (hristine Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Well, I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow And wangity-wang, wangity-wang I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow And wangity-wang, wangity-wang I'm a little airplane nrrrow I fly in the dark (nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow) Over baseball parks (nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow) Well I fly late at night (nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow) I got my little red light (nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow) And wangity-wang, wangity-wang I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow You know, I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow And wangity-wang I go everywhere Wangity-wang I'm a little airplane nrrrow Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 I look at you all see the love there that's sleepingWhile my guitar gently weepsI look at the floor and I see it needs sweepingStill my guitar gently weeps I don't know why nobody told youHow to unfold your loveI don't know how someone controlled youThey bought and sold you I look at the world and I notice it's turningWhile my guitar gently weepsWith every mistake we must surely be learningStill my guitar gently weeps I don't know how you were divertedYou were perverted tooI don't know how you were invertedNo one alerted you I look at you all see the love there that's sleepingWhile my guitar gently weepsI look at you allStill my guitar gently weeps Link to post Share on other sites
timbits Posted January 29, 2006 Author Share Posted January 29, 2006 I became a thin blue flame Polished on a mountain range And over hills and fields I flew Wrapped up in a royal blue I flew over royal city last night We're fighting the harms of a new moon light Caesars ghost I saw the wartime tides The prince of Denmark's father's still unquiet The whole world was looking to get dreamt Dreams were a fist shaking themselves at the clouds I looked over curtains all thing that I knew That only a full house gonna make it through I became a thin blue wire Held the world above the fire And so it was I saw behind Heaven's just a thin blue line Your God's up there he's in a cold dark room The heavenly host or just the cold dark moons He then bent down and made the world in seven days And ever since he's been walking away Mixing with nitrogen and lonely holes Where neither seraphim or raindrops go I see an old man wandering the halls alone But only a full house gonna make a home And I became a thin blue stream The smoke between asleep and dreams And in that clear blue undertow Is a royal city far below Borders soft with refugees Streets are swimming with amputees It's a bible or bullet that they put over your heart It's getting harder and harder to tell them apart The days are nights and the nights are long Beating hearts blossom into walking bombs And those still looking to the clear blue sky for a sign Get missiles from so high they might as well be divine And now the dogs are howling at your door Singing about vengeance like it's joy of the Lord Bringing justice to the enemies, not the other way around The guilty were killed and they're killed where they're found If what's loosed on earth will be loosed up on high It's a hell of a heaven we must go to when we die Where even Laurel begs Hardy for vengeance please The fat man's crying on his hands and his knees Back in the peace time he caught roses on stage Now he twists indecision, takes Bourbon for rage Like pellets peppering aluminum Halcion, Laudanum , and opium Sings "Kiss Thee Hardy" this poison cup His wind up sheet is busy winding him up And doctors he looks for the lights that have died You need faith for the same reasons that it's so hard to find And this whole thing is headed for a terrible wreck And like tragedy that's what we expect And then I made plans for a city laid down The hips of a girl on the spring covered ground Spirals and capitals and the twists of a script Streets named for heroes that could almost exist Fruit trees from Eden and the gardens that seem To flow like the smoke from a lithium dream Cedar trees growing in the cool of the squares Young women walking in the puddles of prayer The future glass buildings and the past in a dress The wedding's in pollen and the wine bottomless And all wrongs forgotten and all vengeance made right The suffering verbs put to sleep in the night The future descending like a bright chandelier The worlds just beginning and the guests have good cheer In royal city I fell into a trance Cause it's hell to believe there ain't a hell of a chance I woke beneath the clear blue sky The sun had shot the breeze aside The old hometown and the streets I knew Wrapped up in a royal blue I heard my friends laughing-out across the fields Girls in the gloamin' and the birds in the wheel The raw smell of horses and the warm smell of hay Cicadas electric in the heat of the day A run of Three Sisters in the flush of the land and the lake was a diamond in the valley's hand The straight of the highway in the scattered out hearts They were coming together they were pulling apart And angels everywhere were in that midst The ones that I loved and the ones that I kissed I wondered what it was I'd been looking for above Heaven's so big there aren't no need to look up So I stopped looking for royal cities in the air Only a full house goanna have a prayer Only a full house... Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 She colourblind tired eyesHer hallway achingShe'll never move him - likes it that wayHe's just a walker and he'll never stop walking awayIt's not too soon he said, it's not too soon at allYou might as well be dead he saidIf you're afraid to fall, I said -, I know herShe said - why do you stare so hardWrapped up like a doll in bad dreams and broken armsMake these old bones shiverIt's not too soon he said, it's not too soon at allYou might as well be dead he saidIf you're afraid to fall, I said - I know herThe last time I saw you, you were standing in the darkAnd with a freezing face, I watched you fall apartIt's not too soon he said, it's not too soon at allYou might as well be dead he saidIf you're afraid to fall, I said,Done your time, been in your placeI couldn't look you in the faceAnd tell you that it turns me onIt makes my stomach turnI know her Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 This must be the placeSecond place in the human raceDown in the basementNow I know what he meantSecondary modernBut there won't be a problem till the girls go home This is the hand that you never shookYou never gave me the chance that I tookSecondary modernBut there won't be a problem till the girls go home Is it out of the questionBetween you and meIs it pleasure or businessOr a packet of three? Nobody makes me sad like youNow my whole world goes from blue to blueSecondary modernBut there won't be a problem till the girls go home... Link to post Share on other sites
Saint Genevieve Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Golden rod and the 4-H stoneThe things I brought youWhen I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephoneAnd he drove his car to the Navy yardJust to prove that he was sorry In the morning through the window shadeWhen the light pressed up against your shoulder bladeI could see what you were reading Oh the glory that the Lord has madeAnd the complications you could do withoutWhen I kissed you on the mouth Tuesday night at the Bible studyWe lift our hands and pray over your bodyBut nothing ever happens I remember at Michael's houseIn the living room when you kissed my neckAnd I almost touched your blouse In the morning at the top of the stairsWhen your father found out what we did that nightAnd you told me you were scared Oh the glory when you ran outsideWith your shirt tucked in and your shoes untiedAnd you told me not to follow you Sunday night when I cleaned the houseI find the card where you wrote it outWith the pictures of your mother On the floor at the great divideWith my shirt tucked in and my shoes untiedI am crying in the bathroom In the morning when you finally goAnd the nurse runs in with her head hung lowAnd the cardinal hits the window In the morning in the winter shadeOn the first of March on the holidayI thought I saw you breathing Oh the glory that the Lord has madeAnd the complications when I see his faceIn the morning in the window Oh the glory when he took our placeBut he took my shoulders and he shook my faceAnd he takes and he takes and he takes Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 (edited) And I hate candyBut I like rain And I like substance To tickle my brainAnd I'd like to see you And I'd like to saythat I can't waitTo see you today Wheres my little trouble girl?Theres no real trouble girlCmon cmon cmon And I get serious And I get sadAnd I get nervousWith the problems we haveBut I will want youThrough the leisure and lossI will want youNo matter the cost And I want you near meYes Ineed you by my sideAnd I guess this trouble will passSo I'll take the good with the bad Wheres my little trouble girl?Theres no real trouble girlCmon cmon cmon Wheres my little trouble girl?Theres no real trouble girlCmon cmon cmon ............................................"So fucked, I can't believe it" -J. Mascis Edited January 30, 2006 by GPARSUNDA Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Let the night air cool you offTilt your head back and try to coughDon't say nothing 'bout the things you never sawLet the night air cool you off I ain't living like I shouldA little rest might do me goodGot to sinking in the place where I once stoodNow I ain't living like I should Can you hear that singing? Sounds like goldMaybe I can only hear it in my headFifteen years ago we owned that roadnow it's rolling over us instead Richard Manuel is dead God forbid you call their bluffLike the nightmares ain't enoughRemember when we used to think that we were tough?God forbid you call their bluff First they make you out to bethe only pirate on the seaThen they say Danko would have sounded just like me"Is that the man you want to be?" Can you hear that song? It sounds like goldMaybe I could make it bigger overseasFifteen years ago we owned this roadnow it only gives us somewhere else to leave Something else you can't believe Can you hear that singing? Sounds like goldMaybe I can hear poor Richard from the gravesingin' where to reap and when to sowwhen you've found another home you have to leave Something else you can't believe Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 31, 2006 Share Posted January 31, 2006 I heard a rumor that I'm sad or at least that I feel badwhoever said that doesn't knowI'm pretty sure that I don't know And if a case was made for thisCould it be something that we missedLet's let the cat out of the bagLet's let the neighborhood go bad It take some time but there you goIt takes a lot of guts to showThe silly side of who we areAs if we'd ever go that far So we can put away the watchAnd we can throw away the cane And we can walk through god's own willBecause he's crying crying still today What are the odds that you are rightWhat will we have to eat tonightWhat if I told you it's okTo be my action figure I've swatted bugs all afternoonI've swallowed beer like a cartoonand if old Waylon hung the moonWill we be singing with him soon And I will learn to look awayWhen there are thing I cannot bearPerhaps you'll sing a diferent tunePerhaps well learn to tell the diference There are people that I knowWho live content within their limitsAnd we are lucky to be soCompletely interactive Link to post Share on other sites
Nobody Girl Posted January 31, 2006 Share Posted January 31, 2006 Put me in your suitcaseLet me help you pack'Cause you're never coming backNo, you're never coming back Cook me in your breakfastAnd put me on your plate'Cause you know I taste greatYeah, you know I taste great At the hop, it's greaseball heavenWith candy pants and Archie too Put me in your dry dreamOr put me in your wetIf you haven't yetNo, if you haven't yet Light me with your candleAnd watch the flames grow highNo, it doesn't have to tryIt doesn't have to try Well, I won't stop all of my pretendingThat you'll come homeYou'll be coming home, someday soon Put me in your blue skiesOr put me in your grayThere's gotta be somewayThere's gotta be someway Put me in your tongue tieMake it hard to sayThat you ain't gonna stayThat you ain't gonna stay Wrap me in your marrowStuff me in your bonesSing a mending moanA song to bring you home Link to post Share on other sites
M. (hristine Posted January 31, 2006 Share Posted January 31, 2006 Are you out thereCan you hear meCan you see me in the dark I don't believe it's all for nothingIt's not just written in the sandSometimes I thought you felt too muchAnd you crossed into the shadowland And the river was overflowingAnd the sky was fiery redYou gotta play the hand that's dealt yaThat's what the old man always said Fallen AngelCasts a shadow up against the sunIf my eyes could seeThe spirit of the chosen one In my dream the pipes were playingIn my dream I lost a friendCome down Gabriel and blow your horn'Cause some day we will meet again Fallen AngelCasts a shadow up against the sunIf my eyes could seeThe spirit of the chosen one All the tearsAll the rageAll the blues in the nightIf my eyes could seeYou kneeling in the silver light Fallin', fallin', fallin' downFallin', fallin' downFallin', fallin', fallin' downFallin', fallin' down Fallen AngelCasts a shadow up against the sunIf my eyes could seeThe spirit of the chosen one All the tearsAll the rageAll the blues in the nightIf my eyes could seeYou kneeling in the silver light If you're out there can you touch meCan you see me I don't knowIf you're out there can you reach meLay a flower in the snow Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 Angel came down from heaven yesterdayShe stayed with me just long enough to rescue meAnd she told me a story yesterdayAbout the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue seaAnd then she spread her wings high over meShe said she's gonna come back tomorrow And I saidFly on, my sweet angelFly on through the skyFly on, my sweet angelTomorrow I Link to post Share on other sites
tkleist Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed floor.Leave the death lecher under city hall.Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet.Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet.Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain. Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel.Leave the dead starlit on her pedestal.Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today. Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case.Leave the worried look on your lover's face.Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere.The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs.Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell.Leave the widower in his private hell.Leave the liberty in that broken bell today. Leave the epic poem on its yellow page.Leave the grey macaw in his covered cage.Let the traveling band on the interstate remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere.Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square.Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here. Leave the secret tops on the trundle bed.Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today. Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.Let the painted horse on the somber carousel remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere.Just like the gold around your finger and the silver in his hair.Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. In truth, the fullest tears resound.Each blade of grass as it lies down.The world requires no audience.no witnesses, no witnesses. Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today. Leave novelist in his daydream tune.Leave the scientist in his rubik's cube.Let true genius in the padded room remain. Leave horses hair on the slanted bow.Leave the slot machines on the riverboat.Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today. Leave the hot white-trash in their shopping malls.Leave the hawks of war in their capitals.Let the organs moan in the cathedral remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere.You lock the devil in the basement, God up into the air.Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.I know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here.I know it's true, why don't you leave me here? Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 Some kind a strange kind of feelings coming over meI bled from the back to the front for the world to see You gotta runYou gotta stayCause I'll be screaming to have had my wayI got my head in the gutterand it looks as if it's gonna stay I, just can't take itI, don't you say itI, I can't take it, oh I, fuck me down nowI, run me down nowI, run around now, oh I now have hit the groundAnd just look at what I foundEverything is alright when you're down, hey hey Strange as it can seemLike livin' in a screamEverything is alright when you're down, hey hey Everything I say is going wrong................................................................."So fucked I can't believe it"- J. Mascis Link to post Share on other sites
mpolak21 Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 I want to sleepunderneath the weeping willowas it cries all night quietly It's tears all around meI'll sleep there so soundlyuntil I Link to post Share on other sites
embiggen Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 I am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my day. I bid farewell to old Kentucky, The place where I was born and raised. (The place where he was born and raised ) For six long years I've been in trouble, No pleasures here on earth I found. For in this world I'm bound to ramble, I have no friends to help me now. (He has no friends to help him now.) It's fare thee well my old lover. I never expect to see you again. For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad, Perhaps I'll die upon this train.(Perhaps he'll die upon this train.) You can bury me in some deep valley, For many years where I may lay. Then you may learn to love another, While I am sleeping in my grave.(While he is sleeping in his grave.) Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger My face, you'll never see no more. But there is one promise that is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore. (He'll meet you on God's golden shore.) Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted February 2, 2006 Share Posted February 2, 2006 My best friend knows this old guy whoWho keeps a picture in his shoeHe takes it out after a spellSays -seeShouldn't stare that way so long baby...Stare holes into the wallsMy dress hangs here for you to wear outI walked in beauty too, till I met youHere hangs this chainThis thing this old girl keepsWe got it easySo why do you stare that way so longStare holes into the wallsWe're all honeyDripping through the honey chainAnd lay our lives downDown and prettyIn the honey chainPlease don't stare that way so hard baby...Stare holes Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted February 2, 2006 Share Posted February 2, 2006 I'll write you a letter tomorrowTonight I can't hold a penSomeone's got a stamp that I can borrowI promise not to blow the address again Lights that flash in the evening,Through a crack in the drapes Jesus rides beside meHe never buys any smokesHurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuffAshtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes See you're high and lonesomeTry and try and try Lights that flash in the evening,Through a hole in the drapesI'll be home when I'm sleepingI can't hardly wait I can't wait, hardly waitI can't wait, hardly waitI can't wait, hardly waitI can't wait, hardly waitI can't wait, hardly wait Link to post Share on other sites
timbits Posted February 2, 2006 Author Share Posted February 2, 2006 So ambition cut you down Ain't a love as perfect Everybody knows it Something drove you down Something as good Something new Somebody good Our ambition cuts us down There's not a love that's perfect But I, I live in hope Somebody good Somebody new Something as good Something that's mine Ain't a love that's perfect Everybody knows it Ambition cuts us down Link to post Share on other sites
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