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mikumiku Jul 2018
Don’t release your *******
Just release my single
I don’t think it’s stunning
When that thing is jingle
******* taste like Pepsi-Cola
******* taste like Marabou
See a ***** – I say hola
Eat that thing like caribou
Her lips taste like Pepsi-Cola,
Our eyes are wide like cherry pies;
I got a taste for that lack of innocence,
It's always been like this, soaring high.

Lucy's in the sky with diamonds and she's making us crazy (come on, we're alive).
All I want to do is party with my pretty baby (while she's by my side).

I wrapped us up in the American flag.
Pepsi diamonds shining and we're smiling like mad.
One dollar bill to rule them all! (Insufflate, exhale.)
We're patriots without a nation (living under The Entheon's great sail).

Lucy's in the sky with diamonds and she's making us crazy (come on, we're alive).
All I want to do is party with my pretty baby (while she's by my side).

Come on, baby, let's ride
We can escape to the great starshine.
Forget all strife and let cleanse our mind:
We can escape to the great starshine,
Break on through to the other side,
Escape to the great starshine.

Come on, baby, see it eye-to-eye,
Look to the burning suns and sigh.
Time is but a theory warped by the mind,
Break on through to the other side.


Come on, baby, we'll fly
We can escape to the great starshine.
We'll make it out to the other side,
Break on through to the other side.

Come on, come on
Come on, baby
Come on, come on
Come on, baby

Whoa ah
Pepsi-Cola
Oh... ah
That's right
Oh....
Think I'm, whatever
Oh... whoa...yeah/that's right.

(Say what you will.)
Original song written by Elizabeth Woolridge Grant and Rick Nowels

Quote:
Lines Seventeen, Twenty-Two & Twenty-Six from Break On Through (To The Other Side) by The Doors (written by Jim Morrison)
Caroline Lee Oct 2015
I'm filtering you through the crack of light that universally seeps through all hotel room doors at the tender hour of 3am.
That is to say,
this isn't a sonnet of love
Or an overly romanticized image of a 21st century youth,
This is realism
In that I am trying to process everything around me like it will disappear tomorrow
Sipping tepid cola watching the day fade through the trees
Losing track of time or when the hell I'm supposed to be anywhere
Because lately I've been going no where
Tracing my veins and driving in circles around your block
Trying to remind myself that though we live in an infinite universe,
And though we are all alone in our own skin
we're still connected through the cracks in the concrete and the curve of the earth.
And I think about all the river water I drank in trying to get to your shore
All the time I've waisted hanging just outside your door
And I know I tend to get stuck on the little things like the songs we sang or the arch of your foot
But I'm just trying to ******* process you so I don't have to spend one more night on my best friends couch staring at my skin wondering where all the time went,
Wondering if I had cleaned up a little better
then my mind wouldn't be so spent
So I'm staring into the light coming through the hotel door at 3am so I can filter you out of my chest and onto paper
So if I disappear tomorrow
I can know your memory for today.
Sometimes I get stuck on the little things
Cola and Crown
Cola and Crown
Burns coming up
But, smooth going down

Cola and Crown
Cola and Crown
Burns coming up
But, smooth gong down

Sitting at the tavern
Needed courage
Drank four shots
Downed them in six seconds
Now, I didn't feel so hot

Stumbled to the dance floor
Room was spinning
So was I
Four shots in just six seconds
Felt like I was gonna die

Waitress pushed on by me
Saw that I had paid my dues
Four shots in just six seconds
I threw up on her new shoes

Cola and Crown
Cola and Crown
Burns coming up
But, smooth going down

Cola and Crown
Cola and Crown
Burns coming up
But, smooth gong down

She screamed and i just wobbled
Then she socked me with her tray
She gave me four shots in six seconds
Now, on the floor I lay

From now on when I'm drinking
I'm drinking beer, no matter what
I've got two black eyes to show me
Four in six ain't that hot
Chris T Dec 2014
Coke holiday commercials got me drinkin',
New Years day, expect to pass a kidney stone.
Nina Dec 2014
Bubbling up inside me
Fizzy cola
Beach breeze
One hand on my knee
The other dangling a cigarette
Lost traveler
No home
Will you stay here with me
I'd like eternity
But one night will do
Free of charge
Except my sanity
And while you're at it
Leave a tip
The broken ends of what I was
Warm bubbles
Champagne lover
Twirling and twirling under the unforgiving stars
Better than my favorite dream
But how quickly, my dear,
Dreams become nightmares
Broken glass
Echoing screams
Twirling and twirling
Come and rest with me
Leave your bags
I've always got room
For maybe one more
But this one is the right one
I know it for sure
Pure white underwear
The darkest intentions
And dusty sheets
And a brown eyed boy
With a passion for nothing in the world
Except a ****** drink
And me
Or so I tell myself
As I lie awake and listen to the sound of his breathing
Warm body
Greedy hands
Fizzy cola
Fizzy cola

— The End —