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I feel like a friend-- a true friend, is more than a profile on a website. And peace is more than a handshake agreement brought by the outcome of a gruesome fight. I know that self worth is more than someone's opinion, and in no other dominion but mine own to foster and care for.   And I can see that happiness is more than having money, sure, cause most of us laugh everyday here, and come on, we're dirt poor. And I pray the human soul is more than Casper's counterpart, somewhere between the heart and the pancreas. And God, faith is so much more than cryin' and dyin' over spilt milk between religions. And in case you were confused, "I love you", is more than pet names, bed games, and *** Music is more than pimps, hoes, and MTV Shows, and T-Pain singin through a computer. Believe that life is more than grades and degrees, or drugs and disease, or the 'ABCs' of success that some old man wrote a thousand years ago. This poem has to be more than words strewn together to voice my discontent at the status-quo.. Hell, the word "more" itself is more than a one-syllable statment that what we lack in the present is just a larger quantity of the **** "we already have", and no! The power of your silent agreement is more than that of my voice alone, so... What is "more"? In many ways, "more" is the friend you never had. More peace in the world would end all the mindless bloodshed. More respect and selfworth would bring beauty back to youth, especially to the women in the world, that sell their unique souls to look like the cover of Cosmo. More faith, that grants serenity in the times of hardship, will be the soothing hand of an Angel on our shoulders as we say, "I love you" to our enemies, martyrs for a better world. More positive music will inspire us, to be the change we want to see in the world, today, instead of, "Waitin' on the World to Change "♫ ♪ ♫♪ So ladies and gentlemen, make a decision: if you want to be critics and vipers, war mongers and hope-snipers, ignore my intention, and live with more division. But, if any of you are artists starving for meaning and inspiration, if you envision a world of more than... THIS... Then let a word change a feeling, change a thought, change a meaning, change your mind... And get more out of life.
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
paul-3
It's More
I feel like a friend-- a true friend, is more than a profile on a website. And peace is more than a handshake agreement brought by the outcome of a gruesome fight. I know that self worth is more than someone's opinion, and in no other dominion but mine own to foster and care for.   And I can see that happiness is more than having money, sure, cause most of us laugh everyday here, and come on, we're dirt poor. And I pray the human soul is more than Casper's counterpart, somewhere between the heart and the pancreas. And God, faith is so much more than cryin' and dyin' over spilt milk between religions. And in case you were confused, "I love you", is more than pet names, bed games, and *** Music is more than pimps, hoes, and MTV Shows, and T-Pain singin through a computer. Believe that life is more than grades and degrees, or drugs and disease, or the 'ABCs' of success that some old man wrote a thousand years ago. This poem has to be more than words strewn together to voice my discontent at the status-quo.. Hell, the word "more" itself is more than a one-syllable statment that what we lack in the present is just a larger quantity of the **** "we already have", and no! The power of your silent agreement is more than that of my voice alone, so... What is "more"? In many ways, "more" is the friend you never had. More peace in the world would end all the mindless bloodshed. More respect and selfworth would bring beauty back to youth, especially to the women in the world, that sell their unique souls to look like the cover of Cosmo. More faith, that grants serenity in the times of hardship, will be the soothing hand of an Angel on our shoulders as we say, "I love you" to our enemies, martyrs for a better world. More positive music will inspire us, to be the change we want to see in the world, today, instead of, "Waitin' on the World to Change "♫ ♪ ♫♪ So ladies and gentlemen, make a decision: if you want to be critics and vipers, war mongers and hope-snipers, ignore my intention, and live with more division. But, if any of you are artists starving for meaning and inspiration, if you envision a world of more than... THIS... Then let a word change a feeling, change a thought, change a meaning, change your mind... And get more out of life.
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I've gotta knife in my hand, My life's dissolving like sand, I don't know what imma do this time, I'm just waitin for the bells from heaven to chime, I put the knife to my wrist, I wanna restrain but the knife is saying "no I insist", I wanna close it, But he's my bestfriend and everyone knows it, My arm shows it, I have one chance and I'm about to blow it, Drip drip drip the blood flows out of the slit, I can't stop.... Oh ****
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
bradley-jenkins
Bestfriend
I've gotta knife in my hand, My life's dissolving like sand, I don't know what imma do this time, I'm just waitin for the bells from heaven to chime, I put the knife to my wrist, I wanna restrain but the knife is saying "no I insist", I wanna close it, But he's my bestfriend and everyone knows it, My arm shows it, I have one chance and I'm about to blow it, Drip drip drip the blood flows out of the slit, I can't stop.... Oh ****
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BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM waitin for the mornin to open its eyes, Shes waitin for me, but dosent know that dawn has found me, she mocks the sun, your ignorance is a bliss, one step from a kiss, i guess i should have known better, so beautiful as love itsself, But inside, evil as sin, when, when will the morning come, love aint going anywhere, im always here.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
arcassin-burnham
"The - Cut Of Dawn"
BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM waitin for the mornin to open its eyes, Shes waitin for me, but dosent know that dawn has found me, she mocks the sun, your ignorance is a bliss, one step from a kiss, i guess i should have known better, so beautiful as love itsself, But inside, evil as sin, when, when will the morning come, love aint going anywhere, im always here.
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EVERYBODY got ‘em a cell phone pissant with not a nickel to pay his rent got him one i ain’t got one or the quarter to use this pay phone sittin’ there behind me waitin' for me to feed it and hear that jingle like some slot machine that always pays out temptin’ me like some shiny new toy but i got two pennies and i ain’t even rubbin' them together back then, back when nobody had no cell phone i filed pennies down on the street to make them the size of dimes when one of them dimes could by me a marshmallow pie from a vendin’ machine at the bowlin’ alley that ain’t there no more but some cell phone store is but that don’t matter i don’t want no cell phone i would like me one of them marshmallow pies and an extra quarter to give this hungry phone yesterday, some lady give me three quarters and i give two of them to Jose to call his mama and sister he gave me two smiles i kept that other quarter to make a call but couldn’t think of no number or no soul want to hear my voice so i give that quarter to a little boy who was all alone and didn’t have no cell phone
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Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 8:33 PM UTC
spysgrandson
the pay phone for the weary and cell-less**
EVERYBODY got ‘em a cell phone pissant with not a nickel to pay his rent got him one i ain’t got one or the quarter to use this pay phone sittin’ there behind me waitin' for me to feed it and hear that jingle like some slot machine that always pays out temptin’ me like some shiny new toy but i got two pennies and i ain’t even rubbin' them together back then, back when nobody had no cell phone i filed pennies down on the street to make them the size of dimes when one of them dimes could by me a marshmallow pie from a vendin’ machine at the bowlin’ alley that ain’t there no more but some cell phone store is but that don’t matter i don’t want no cell phone i would like me one of them marshmallow pies and an extra quarter to give this hungry phone yesterday, some lady give me three quarters and i give two of them to Jose to call his mama and sister he gave me two smiles i kept that other quarter to make a call but couldn’t think of no number or no soul want to hear my voice so i give that quarter to a little boy who was all alone and didn’t have no cell phone
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if you stop following the rules they say you have disorder even if it's just a little bit and they can't pinpoint who you are to them borderline personality disorder everything's either evil, or good people are placed in categories to the extreme then it calms down it's called hyper mood swing bi polar tri polar quadruple by pass aint savin me **** the rules manic impressive your diagnosis is depressive can't handle a little love a little chat a little quiet some existence you can't see or feel hyperbole turned real is a psychopath's mind errrr i'm like a dog on a leash waitin to bite the first ************ i see if he acts up
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
b-3
Crazy
if you stop following the rules they say you have disorder even if it's just a little bit and they can't pinpoint who you are to them borderline personality disorder everything's either evil, or good people are placed in categories to the extreme then it calms down it's called hyper mood swing bi polar tri polar quadruple by pass aint savin me **** the rules manic impressive your diagnosis is depressive can't handle a little love a little chat a little quiet some existence you can't see or feel hyperbole turned real is a psychopath's mind errrr i'm like a dog on a leash waitin to bite the first ************ i see if he acts up
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Eggnog and whiskey, eggnog and whiskey Come on baby whisk me ....... Away Holiday cheer and Holiday beer Come on maybe take their ....... Blues away Toast to life's disappointments Life's disappointments today I got those, we got those, we got yo Holiday blue,  blues, .... blues I got the Christmas bluuuuse Those family.... Those Holiday Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse We got the Holiday blues Santa's a comin', drummer boys drummin' I make my simple .... list That you will forgive me and just stop bein' .... ****** I made mistakes but baby it's you that I miss I'll stop the drinkin' if you stop thinkin' That I'm the devil .... to you That's why my white Christmas ... is blue Forget the gifts and the mistletoe I just don't want you to go No, I just don't want you to go Eggnog and whiskey, eggnog and whiskey Come on baby whisk me ....... Away Holiday cheer and Holiday beer Come on maybe take their ....... Blues away Toast to life's disappointments Life's disappointments today I got those, we got those, we got yo Holiday blue,  blues, .... blues I got the Christmas bluuuuse Those family.... Those Holiday Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse We got the Holiday blues A new year's a comin' but you keep on runnin' New year's a time for fresh starts So baby I get 365 ...  new hearts I'll give them to you So you so can  keep tearin' 'em apart On midnight I'll be waitin' I've got my faith in your heart If you don't show, my heart will moan But I won't be kissin' alone 'Cause I got my friends in a ... glass They'll fight the blues When I'm stuck kissin' your ... *** Eggnog and whiskey, eggnog and whiskey Come on baby whisk me ....... Away Holiday cheer and Holiday beer Come on maybe take their ....... Blues away Toast to life's disappointments Life's disappointments today I got those, we got those, we got yo Holiday blue,  blues, .... blues I got the Christmas bluuuuse Those family.... Those Holiday Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse We got the Holiday blues
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
chuck-1
Holiday Blues (Blues Poem)
Eggnog and whiskey, eggnog and whiskey Come on baby whisk me ....... Away Holiday cheer and Holiday beer Come on maybe take their ....... Blues away Toast to life's disappointments Life's disappointments today I got those, we got those, we got yo Holiday blue,  blues, .... blues I got the Christmas bluuuuse Those family.... Those Holiday Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse We got the Holiday blues Santa's a comin', drummer boys drummin' I make my simple .... list That you will forgive me and just stop bein' .... ****** I made mistakes but baby it's you that I miss I'll stop the drinkin' if you stop thinkin' That I'm the devil .... to you That's why my white Christmas ... is blue Forget the gifts and the mistletoe I just don't want you to go No, I just don't want you to go Eggnog and whiskey, eggnog and whiskey Come on baby whisk me ....... Away Holiday cheer and Holiday beer Come on maybe take their ....... Blues away Toast to life's disappointments Life's disappointments today I got those, we got those, we got yo Holiday blue,  blues, .... blues I got the Christmas bluuuuse Those family.... Those Holiday Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse We got the Holiday blues A new year's a comin' but you keep on runnin' New year's a time for fresh starts So baby I get 365 ...  new hearts I'll give them to you So you so can  keep tearin' 'em apart On midnight I'll be waitin' I've got my faith in your heart If you don't show, my heart will moan But I won't be kissin' alone 'Cause I got my friends in a ... glass They'll fight the blues When I'm stuck kissin' your ... *** Eggnog and whiskey, eggnog and whiskey Come on baby whisk me ....... Away Holiday cheer and Holiday beer Come on maybe take their ....... Blues away Toast to life's disappointments Life's disappointments today I got those, we got those, we got yo Holiday blue,  blues, .... blues I got the Christmas bluuuuse Those family.... Those Holiday Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse We got the Holiday blues
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$                                       $ ^ <•>     /  \     /      \ 0        0 ### Wilderness The Sound of                                        the Coming Days //// Ain't no trails                               thru these Mountains ain't so easy to find the Streams But we go there                                   anyway • if you love if you love • I had me a woman in Boston Had me a woman in New Orleans Now I got me a million women Dancing                              in my                                               Dreams • So come to the wilderness  my brothers And all my sisters too Bring together all the children The gods are waitin for you There's somethin we gotta do Somethin we just gotta do
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
Valhalla
$                                       $ ^ <•>     /  \     /      \ 0        0 ### Wilderness The Sound of                                        the Coming Days //// Ain't no trails                               thru these Mountains ain't so easy to find the Streams But we go there                                   anyway • if you love if you love • I had me a woman in Boston Had me a woman in New Orleans Now I got me a million women Dancing                              in my                                               Dreams • So come to the wilderness  my brothers And all my sisters too Bring together all the children The gods are waitin for you There's somethin we gotta do Somethin we just gotta do
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When the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights, yeah When the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights For the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside The face in the mirror won't stop The girl in the window won't drop A feast of friends "Alive!" she cried Waitin' for me Outside! Before I sink Into the big sleep I want to hear I want to hear The scream of the butterfly Come back, baby Back into my arm We're gettin' tired of hangin' around Waitin' around with our heads to the ground I hear a very gentle sound Very near yet very far Very soft, yeah, very clear Come today, come today What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down I hear a very gentle sound With your ear down to the ground We want the world and we want it... We want the world and we want it... Now Now? Now! Persian night, babe See the light, babe Save us! Jesus! Save us! So when the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Well the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end!
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
When the music's over ( Jim morrison) lyrics
When the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights, yeah When the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights For the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside The face in the mirror won't stop The girl in the window won't drop A feast of friends "Alive!" she cried Waitin' for me Outside! Before I sink Into the big sleep I want to hear I want to hear The scream of the butterfly Come back, baby Back into my arm We're gettin' tired of hangin' around Waitin' around with our heads to the ground I hear a very gentle sound Very near yet very far Very soft, yeah, very clear Come today, come today What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down I hear a very gentle sound With your ear down to the ground We want the world and we want it... We want the world and we want it... Now Now? Now! Persian night, babe See the light, babe Save us! Jesus! Save us! So when the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Well the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end!
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"May I introduce to YOU! "  Wee Willie Frog of Mine.      JUST because you're Green,  You think you're "SO-FINE" !    Sittin with your nose STUCK-UP in the air,   Jumpin here and Jumpin There!___ .    Just WAITIN for the chance to "SNAP-OUT" your Tongue ,,   Even as we sit here listening to the RIPPITING  Song you've sung !    NO longer do they call you the Polly ***   OR even the Tadpole swimmin under the Log.    NOW _You're the GREAT BULL FROG  of all time,   Wee Willie Frog of Mine.   Just because you're Green,   YOU think You're So Fine !   From Lilly Pad to Lilly Pad You jump so Neat,   Landing Perfectly on all Four feet.    Looking around for Dinner to come Your WAY,   Croakin OUT your songs all the day  .   Jumpin here and Jumpin there !   Sittin with Your Nose stuck UP in the air  !   ALL can hear YOU in the night,   Bellowing out your Songs with All your might.    Wee Willie Frog of Mine,  Just because You're Green,, You think you"re so fine  !    The LORD  Made You my favorite Pet,   But I haven't seen you Jump in my Pocket YET !   MAYBE,  JUST  Maybe  with some practice  YOU'LL learn ALL the tricks,  even the one with yellow Building Bricks....   " I Really Like It,  That when I Call,   * YOU Call RIGHT-BACK",   Could it be ,   You want to see what's in my sack ?    A  SNACK for You is what I've brought,   *SOME  "Y U M M Y - B U G S * ,   is what I caught. "just for you ! !  Yes you're  GREEN ,   yes You're SO FINE! !                 "WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE"   "RIBBITT"
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Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
barnoahmike
* " WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE " (#27)
"May I introduce to YOU! "  Wee Willie Frog of Mine.      JUST because you're Green,  You think you're "SO-FINE" !    Sittin with your nose STUCK-UP in the air,   Jumpin here and Jumpin There!___ .    Just WAITIN for the chance to "SNAP-OUT" your Tongue ,,   Even as we sit here listening to the RIPPITING  Song you've sung !    NO longer do they call you the Polly ***   OR even the Tadpole swimmin under the Log.    NOW _You're the GREAT BULL FROG  of all time,   Wee Willie Frog of Mine.   Just because you're Green,   YOU think You're So Fine !   From Lilly Pad to Lilly Pad You jump so Neat,   Landing Perfectly on all Four feet.    Looking around for Dinner to come Your WAY,   Croakin OUT your songs all the day  .   Jumpin here and Jumpin there !   Sittin with Your Nose stuck UP in the air  !   ALL can hear YOU in the night,   Bellowing out your Songs with All your might.    Wee Willie Frog of Mine,  Just because You're Green,, You think you"re so fine  !    The LORD  Made You my favorite Pet,   But I haven't seen you Jump in my Pocket YET !   MAYBE,  JUST  Maybe  with some practice  YOU'LL learn ALL the tricks,  even the one with yellow Building Bricks....   " I Really Like It,  That when I Call,   * YOU Call RIGHT-BACK",   Could it be ,   You want to see what's in my sack ?    A  SNACK for You is what I've brought,   *SOME  "Y U M M Y - B U G S * ,   is what I caught. "just for you ! !  Yes you're  GREEN ,   yes You're SO FINE! !                 "WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE"   "RIBBITT"
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You can honk,,honk if you want to.. It won't make her come to the door any sooner,,,She'll keep you waitin,,Just you wait and see,,you might as well join the congregatiuon..Sit right there and  wait,You know She RULES the nation..She's a Real Tall,,,Honeysuckle Baby!! Thats why she wears only,,Yellow,Red and White..Her fragrant style turns heads with each and every step,..She's a Real Tall,,,Honeysuckle Baby...When it comes to action,,There ain't NO Maybes.....I Know this Lass,,and,,,She's my Baby,,...It's a SECRET where we met,,,but I'll tell you this Much....**She's a Real--Tall--"HONEYSUCKLE BABY"!!                By ;barnoahMike
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Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 6:54 AM UTC
barnoahmike
*HONEYSUCKLE BABY* (#4)
You can honk,,honk if you want to.. It won't make her come to the door any sooner,,,She'll keep you waitin,,Just you wait and see,,you might as well join the congregatiuon..Sit right there and  wait,You know She RULES the nation..She's a Real Tall,,,Honeysuckle Baby!! Thats why she wears only,,Yellow,Red and White..Her fragrant style turns heads with each and every step,..She's a Real Tall,,,Honeysuckle Baby...When it comes to action,,There ain't NO Maybes.....I Know this Lass,,and,,,She's my Baby,,...It's a SECRET where we met,,,but I'll tell you this Much....**She's a Real--Tall--"HONEYSUCKLE BABY"!!                By ;barnoahMike
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1. Janet Jackson - Let's Wait A While 2. Ralph Tresvant - Love At First Sight 3. En Vogue - Waitin' On You 4. Meshell Ndegeocello - Let Me Have You 5. Jade - Give Me What I'm Missing 6. Janet Jackson - Anytime Anyplace 7. El DeBarge - Love Me Tonight 8. Michael Sterling - Lovers & Friends 9. El DeBarge - You Are My Dream 10. Floetry - Imagination 11. Tevin Campbell - Shhh 12. Keith Martin - Never Find Someone Like You 13. Meshell Ndegeocello - Soul Searchin 14. TLC - Red Light Special 15. En Vogue - Everyday Erotica epitome, your lips so soft, I am standing on my toes Beautiful and ****** sensual sensational music playing in the background and with a kiss we were high and turned on, submerged in ******** tones Beeping and aroused ***** But then the songs ended. May the memory melismatic in every sense that permeates colour and oozes flavour... Live on, long after the songs have ended. Erotica Epitome
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
moment-momeant
Erotica Epitome
1. Janet Jackson - Let's Wait A While 2. Ralph Tresvant - Love At First Sight 3. En Vogue - Waitin' On You 4. Meshell Ndegeocello - Let Me Have You 5. Jade - Give Me What I'm Missing 6. Janet Jackson - Anytime Anyplace 7. El DeBarge - Love Me Tonight 8. Michael Sterling - Lovers & Friends 9. El DeBarge - You Are My Dream 10. Floetry - Imagination 11. Tevin Campbell - Shhh 12. Keith Martin - Never Find Someone Like You 13. Meshell Ndegeocello - Soul Searchin 14. TLC - Red Light Special 15. En Vogue - Everyday Erotica epitome, your lips so soft, I am standing on my toes Beautiful and ****** sensual sensational music playing in the background and with a kiss we were high and turned on, submerged in ******** tones Beeping and aroused ***** But then the songs ended. May the memory melismatic in every sense that permeates colour and oozes flavour... Live on, long after the songs have ended. Erotica Epitome
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I run a dotted line around this block, traces of me are everywhere though they are hidden under the footsteps of 100 feet stamping my poor identity in to the ground. C'mon, You know me. You've seen my face many a times I'm the one with the earbuds in smokin' the cigarette strolling through the park, And the one with the white collar sittin' at the bus stop waitin' to start another Tuesday. I'm the one with the fist in the air and a joint between my lips at the rock show. You know me. Maybe you haven't seen me because you just look right through me every time you walk past me. I am just another face in your daily grind, Not even a familiar smile or a friendly display Just eyes, a mouth and a nose placed in contemporary fashion to give enough background color for your masterpiece painting. How thoughtful, You're really using just one piece of me.
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 1:20 AM UTC
amanda-fletcher
Estranged
I run a dotted line around this block, traces of me are everywhere though they are hidden under the footsteps of 100 feet stamping my poor identity in to the ground. C'mon, You know me. You've seen my face many a times I'm the one with the earbuds in smokin' the cigarette strolling through the park, And the one with the white collar sittin' at the bus stop waitin' to start another Tuesday. I'm the one with the fist in the air and a joint between my lips at the rock show. You know me. Maybe you haven't seen me because you just look right through me every time you walk past me. I am just another face in your daily grind, Not even a familiar smile or a friendly display Just eyes, a mouth and a nose placed in contemporary fashion to give enough background color for your masterpiece painting. How thoughtful, You're really using just one piece of me.
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(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!) Rockin country genre "Big Mouth Surgery"       (by david John Clare) (rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix) Wow!  She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot But we don't get... just what she's trying to say We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet Guess all them new school-words get in the way We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician But he wanted more... than we could pay So we took her down to see... our local town physician And here's what old doc... had to say Boys... "She needs Big Mouth Surgery" Her tongue is on the blink She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more 'Cause she don't know how to think So please don't be stallin' Her brain is now corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' And she just can't ''shut-up!" Big Mouth Surgery Cause no pills seem to work Hurry please now doctor Before she drives us all berserk Big Mouth Surgery But will it work without a doubt? Better make it a lobotomy Before she starts to shout! (solo) Our reputations are expensive While her talk is **** cheap You just can't tell her nothin' 'Cause a secret she can't keep No one seems to know What the fuss is all about We're just waitin' for her brain To catch up with her mouth She needs Big Mouth Surgery Her mind is on the blink She always talks, talks and talks all day Why can't she just please stop & think? So please don't be stallin' Her head is all corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' Her fat-mouth can't shut-up! Big Mouth Surgery We need to find her a shrink Hurry please there doctor Before she drives us all to drink Big Mouth Surgery She's heard north, east, west & south Who gave her brain a laxative? Got diarrhea of the mouth! Big Mouth Surgery No pill can take effect Hurry please now doctor She is a mental wreck Our minds: she made us loose Her words: just seem to ooze It's so hard: to take a snooze We just drown all-day in ***** Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . . To wash away our ear-ache blues! Yip Yip Zip Lip!  ...Yee Haw! (c) 2009    David Wayne Clare CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI all rights reserved in perpetuity
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
david-w-clare
Big Mouth Surgery
(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!) Rockin country genre "Big Mouth Surgery"       (by david John Clare) (rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix) Wow!  She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot But we don't get... just what she's trying to say We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet Guess all them new school-words get in the way We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician But he wanted more... than we could pay So we took her down to see... our local town physician And here's what old doc... had to say Boys... "She needs Big Mouth Surgery" Her tongue is on the blink She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more 'Cause she don't know how to think So please don't be stallin' Her brain is now corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' And she just can't ''shut-up!" Big Mouth Surgery Cause no pills seem to work Hurry please now doctor Before she drives us all berserk Big Mouth Surgery But will it work without a doubt? Better make it a lobotomy Before she starts to shout! (solo) Our reputations are expensive While her talk is **** cheap You just can't tell her nothin' 'Cause a secret she can't keep No one seems to know What the fuss is all about We're just waitin' for her brain To catch up with her mouth She needs Big Mouth Surgery Her mind is on the blink She always talks, talks and talks all day Why can't she just please stop & think? So please don't be stallin' Her head is all corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' Her fat-mouth can't shut-up! Big Mouth Surgery We need to find her a shrink Hurry please there doctor Before she drives us all to drink Big Mouth Surgery She's heard north, east, west & south Who gave her brain a laxative? Got diarrhea of the mouth! Big Mouth Surgery No pill can take effect Hurry please now doctor She is a mental wreck Our minds: she made us loose Her words: just seem to ooze It's so hard: to take a snooze We just drown all-day in ***** Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . . To wash away our ear-ache blues! Yip Yip Zip Lip!  ...Yee Haw! (c) 2009    David Wayne Clare CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI all rights reserved in perpetuity
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i've got me a ***** black cadillac, stretched out—front windows rolled right down—on the curb. with a French girl waiting inside, legs long as sin, sitting against the wide dark window legs extended 'cross the backseat. hiding her eyes behind big round sunglasses, smoking oily moroccan cigarettes —writing about the way i talk. there's a whole lotta crisp, cold money in the trunk, waitin' to be spent on the furs she wants; old books for me.                                                 and why not?? old books on art, and i can't even paint! just sit around not talking—read about Brughel or som'thin, wishing my over-large, complacent hands knew to render the face a fifth so well. a fifth of whisky's 's close 's i get, i get drunk and further away, out now in that devil of a car, parked presently out by the shed where i go most nights to sit in musty chairs 'n scratch ink lazily on pages nobody ever reads..             —but it feels ******                        g  o  o  d  . my frenchwoman would like to know what i think of old Proust... REPLY: he took too ****** long! // (a sigh can be a story) —one could write a novel in the time it takes to toss your load on a pair of trembling ******* held up in offering—oh i can't help but be uncouth!! —i mean just the other day fr christ's sake i moved a friend in Waterloo to her new apartment and when carrying up the stairs two bags of clothes and a toaster saw wonderful little second year heading up as well so i let her go first (at first glance you may think me chivalrous) and while climbing up behind her composed in my head the following pome, which i dashed off later on a post-it and dedicated to her exquisite *** “all legs blonde climbin' the stairs, lamp in hand, yoga pants hot & clinging like wee-ooo / hot enough in this cramped old stairwell as is, carrying all these bags & boxes & couches up for a friend. —hey when you're all moved in / you could come sit that thing on my lap. share a cigarette while i carve slices of apple & offer them to you, impaled on the end of the knife.”
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Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
alloyddavies
GG/OO/NN/GG
i've got me a ***** black cadillac, stretched out—front windows rolled right down—on the curb. with a French girl waiting inside, legs long as sin, sitting against the wide dark window legs extended 'cross the backseat. hiding her eyes behind big round sunglasses, smoking oily moroccan cigarettes —writing about the way i talk. there's a whole lotta crisp, cold money in the trunk, waitin' to be spent on the furs she wants; old books for me.                                                 and why not?? old books on art, and i can't even paint! just sit around not talking—read about Brughel or som'thin, wishing my over-large, complacent hands knew to render the face a fifth so well. a fifth of whisky's 's close 's i get, i get drunk and further away, out now in that devil of a car, parked presently out by the shed where i go most nights to sit in musty chairs 'n scratch ink lazily on pages nobody ever reads..             —but it feels ******                        g  o  o  d  . my frenchwoman would like to know what i think of old Proust... REPLY: he took too ****** long! // (a sigh can be a story) —one could write a novel in the time it takes to toss your load on a pair of trembling ******* held up in offering—oh i can't help but be uncouth!! —i mean just the other day fr christ's sake i moved a friend in Waterloo to her new apartment and when carrying up the stairs two bags of clothes and a toaster saw wonderful little second year heading up as well so i let her go first (at first glance you may think me chivalrous) and while climbing up behind her composed in my head the following pome, which i dashed off later on a post-it and dedicated to her exquisite *** “all legs blonde climbin' the stairs, lamp in hand, yoga pants hot & clinging like wee-ooo / hot enough in this cramped old stairwell as is, carrying all these bags & boxes & couches up for a friend. —hey when you're all moved in / you could come sit that thing on my lap. share a cigarette while i carve slices of apple & offer them to you, impaled on the end of the knife.”
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*Remember Jerry 'cross the street? He never said much But I've placed my life in his hands Time and time again He's no longer a boy, Ma But I don't know how to say He'll never be a man And Thomas, who stayed with us last summer He was part of my squad Was as straight-laced as ever But we were knee-deep in wickedness I hope he met God And Andy was my partner Always making me feel small So I had a man's resentment for him But he was truly very kind Putting my safety first Because he left me behind to re-wrap my bandages to stop my stump from bleeding, right? Oh, and we fought see, my pride was hurt I was no pantywaist, I still had a leg But he just laughed, said he'd come back so, I've been lying in bed alert 'cause I'm still waitin' for that man lying face-down in the dirt But Ma, I'm coming back to Canada And I only want you cryin' happy tears But know that I won't visit our little town Not for a long, long while And maybe never our street Not that home-road of the twelve ambitious young men and little Peter, sneaking into the bustle While only fifteen Mother, please believe me I love Newfoundland But I'm heading over to Alberta So try to pretend I'm fully gone as well Please don't tell ~ the only one to survive the shell was your boy who's gone through hell I hope the rest were sent to heaven.*
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
emily-pidduck
Mother, keep this letter quiet.
*Remember Jerry 'cross the street? He never said much But I've placed my life in his hands Time and time again He's no longer a boy, Ma But I don't know how to say He'll never be a man And Thomas, who stayed with us last summer He was part of my squad Was as straight-laced as ever But we were knee-deep in wickedness I hope he met God And Andy was my partner Always making me feel small So I had a man's resentment for him But he was truly very kind Putting my safety first Because he left me behind to re-wrap my bandages to stop my stump from bleeding, right? Oh, and we fought see, my pride was hurt I was no pantywaist, I still had a leg But he just laughed, said he'd come back so, I've been lying in bed alert 'cause I'm still waitin' for that man lying face-down in the dirt But Ma, I'm coming back to Canada And I only want you cryin' happy tears But know that I won't visit our little town Not for a long, long while And maybe never our street Not that home-road of the twelve ambitious young men and little Peter, sneaking into the bustle While only fifteen Mother, please believe me I love Newfoundland But I'm heading over to Alberta So try to pretend I'm fully gone as well Please don't tell ~ the only one to survive the shell was your boy who's gone through hell I hope the rest were sent to heaven.*
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just like a rainbow cast over stormy seas, you shined your light and it just surrounded me, illuminating life's pure beauty, earth and seas, and stones and trees, and birds and bees, i stumbled bumbled right off your buzz, your honey kiss, sweet sticky lips cant get enough, and i know im not falling in love, i dont fall down, not when you're around, im rising up up up, just like a light inside of crystal caves, the more i watch you the more the darkness fades, and i let your sweet voice lead the way, it leaves me dazed for days, maybe its infatuation, caused by recent separation, my situation's even testin my own patience, now im sittin waitin, for some kind of new creation, im blamin' fate and, i find im hatin', way too much and way too often, need new touch, escape this coffin, my heart is stoppin, and surely droppin i miss your fresh perspective, smart and consciously selective, perfectly hectic, thats how i expect it, and i know im not falling in love, i dont fall down, not when you're around, im rising up
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
smokesmbowls
Rise up
just like a rainbow cast over stormy seas, you shined your light and it just surrounded me, illuminating life's pure beauty, earth and seas, and stones and trees, and birds and bees, i stumbled bumbled right off your buzz, your honey kiss, sweet sticky lips cant get enough, and i know im not falling in love, i dont fall down, not when you're around, im rising up up up, just like a light inside of crystal caves, the more i watch you the more the darkness fades, and i let your sweet voice lead the way, it leaves me dazed for days, maybe its infatuation, caused by recent separation, my situation's even testin my own patience, now im sittin waitin, for some kind of new creation, im blamin' fate and, i find im hatin', way too much and way too often, need new touch, escape this coffin, my heart is stoppin, and surely droppin i miss your fresh perspective, smart and consciously selective, perfectly hectic, thats how i expect it, and i know im not falling in love, i dont fall down, not when you're around, im rising up
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[Verse 1: MGK] Every day I, wake up, to the same **** In the same house, with the same bricks In the same clothes, with the same kicks I might as well be in jail Caged in, stairin' at the wall waitin' for a change but Dad telling me I gotta get a job Couldn't pay the bills so the lights turned off Them Cleveland boys got it hard Oh my god, we been living like this too long Just to lose it all in a week My people too strong Get it? Me and my boys be gone Puffing on **** like this the lawn Me and my boys tired of being here That is why we gone They say we wouldn't amount to nothing, huh? Y’all thought we was bluffing, huh? Fought every temptation **** I guess I’m David Ruffin huh? Nowadays, we don’t gotta do that dirt, tell my boys they good And nowadays my little girl won’t have to work, moved her out the hood Look man, I done been through it all, and I’ma ****** if I got this far And if I let them strip me of this message let these haters take my heart This for the ones that had it hard, the ones like me, the underdogs This for the ones that waited for them clouds to fall, please god let it [Hook] You can't see my tears, in the rain Underneath it all, we’re just the same, same, same You can't see my tears, in the rain All around the world it’s just the same, same, same You can't see my tears, in the rain So I let it rain [Verse 2] And they mad that I made it out the city But if you look I'm still out in the city Before everything I had clout in the city Two other states and never bounced on the city Shout out to everybody that’s proud in the city Everybody cheering in the crowd from the city Everyone that never had doubts in the city Cause they know I represent what we about in the city And I’m still laced up, tell the world that’s nothing changed Till it’s hundred dollar bills in my pocket, then nothings change If my team ain't with me, then I don’t wanna thang, tell them I'll go broke before I run out on my gang EST over everything 100 thousand plus, cult fan base yea that is us, my songs tattooed on they body troubled youth, we bad as **** and what? Nobody gave a **** about for broken mirrors So I care less about appearance Just as long as they can hear us We’re fearless, we’re stupid, we’re dealers, we’re loser's We’re killers, we're orphan's, we’re addicts, we’re stealers We’re shooters so **** us We are what they say we are until conformity hits us Or those clouds come down and take them all with us, please god let it
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Bunhead17
See My Tears
[Verse 1: MGK] Every day I, wake up, to the same **** In the same house, with the same bricks In the same clothes, with the same kicks I might as well be in jail Caged in, stairin' at the wall waitin' for a change but Dad telling me I gotta get a job Couldn't pay the bills so the lights turned off Them Cleveland boys got it hard Oh my god, we been living like this too long Just to lose it all in a week My people too strong Get it? Me and my boys be gone Puffing on **** like this the lawn Me and my boys tired of being here That is why we gone They say we wouldn't amount to nothing, huh? Y’all thought we was bluffing, huh? Fought every temptation **** I guess I’m David Ruffin huh? Nowadays, we don’t gotta do that dirt, tell my boys they good And nowadays my little girl won’t have to work, moved her out the hood Look man, I done been through it all, and I’ma ****** if I got this far And if I let them strip me of this message let these haters take my heart This for the ones that had it hard, the ones like me, the underdogs This for the ones that waited for them clouds to fall, please god let it [Hook] You can't see my tears, in the rain Underneath it all, we’re just the same, same, same You can't see my tears, in the rain All around the world it’s just the same, same, same You can't see my tears, in the rain So I let it rain [Verse 2] And they mad that I made it out the city But if you look I'm still out in the city Before everything I had clout in the city Two other states and never bounced on the city Shout out to everybody that’s proud in the city Everybody cheering in the crowd from the city Everyone that never had doubts in the city Cause they know I represent what we about in the city And I’m still laced up, tell the world that’s nothing changed Till it’s hundred dollar bills in my pocket, then nothings change If my team ain't with me, then I don’t wanna thang, tell them I'll go broke before I run out on my gang EST over everything 100 thousand plus, cult fan base yea that is us, my songs tattooed on they body troubled youth, we bad as **** and what? Nobody gave a **** about for broken mirrors So I care less about appearance Just as long as they can hear us We’re fearless, we’re stupid, we’re dealers, we’re loser's We’re killers, we're orphan's, we’re addicts, we’re stealers We’re shooters so **** us We are what they say we are until conformity hits us Or those clouds come down and take them all with us, please god let it
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Lord oh sweet Lord, why You gon' n' chain me to this porcelain throne. (Got me missin' drunken uncle's racist rants, 500 pound aunt's heavy pants, grandpa's yellin' 'cause he can't hear...) Stuck on the worse of toilet seats while the family gorges itself n' eats. (grandma starin' in all out fear at cousin's piercin's n' tattoos, sister rollin' eyes at decrepit views...) No tattered paperback nor newspaper fo' me to read, big o' slab of turkey n' p'tatoes waitin' fo' me to feed. (mum been sweatin' in the kitchen dad been swearin' 'bout religion, lonely neighbor chuggin' nog...) Here I am Lord, when will I get out? food's gettin' colder n' I'd love to stuff my snout. (little ones outside pettin' the dog, others discussin' St. Nick, knockin' on the bathroom door for a trick.) Lord oh sweet Lord, how will I survive? You left no clues. Instead, You come n' given me the Christmas toilet blues.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
chris-t
Christmas Toilet Blues
Lord oh sweet Lord, why You gon' n' chain me to this porcelain throne. (Got me missin' drunken uncle's racist rants, 500 pound aunt's heavy pants, grandpa's yellin' 'cause he can't hear...) Stuck on the worse of toilet seats while the family gorges itself n' eats. (grandma starin' in all out fear at cousin's piercin's n' tattoos, sister rollin' eyes at decrepit views...) No tattered paperback nor newspaper fo' me to read, big o' slab of turkey n' p'tatoes waitin' fo' me to feed. (mum been sweatin' in the kitchen dad been swearin' 'bout religion, lonely neighbor chuggin' nog...) Here I am Lord, when will I get out? food's gettin' colder n' I'd love to stuff my snout. (little ones outside pettin' the dog, others discussin' St. Nick, knockin' on the bathroom door for a trick.) Lord oh sweet Lord, how will I survive? You left no clues. Instead, You come n' given me the Christmas toilet blues.
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Disquieted ( Not amused anymore ) •• We shed our Humanity For ????? ????? ????? And the Rain! And Death., too And She wanders on in torn Clothes And she is ***** and enslaved and goes mad And we go on ???? ?????? ????? Long the evening it's stories are sickly and men are weak ••••• We ???? ???? We are men????? NO! NO.! NO!! ••••• We are dumber n **** and men are not dumber n **** With dumber n **** daughters cutting themselves to get high n sittin back waitin for the police state to make em dumber n **** slaves •• •• (No they don't Really) •• No offence  meant •• But yer all ugly dumber n **** ***** •• Writin yer dumber n **** love/hate poems Glorifying Yer absolute indifference to those you claim as the ones you know n love You can't even tell if yer a boy in a girl's body or a girl in a boy's body Or a donkey in a pig's body or whatever YE just stick something somewhere wiggle around and then feel somethin n then get irate at whatever n whoever Is there. n cut yourself n get proud n tell the world who in their dumber n **** fashion tell YE how sensitive YE are for bein dumber n **** And I so dumber n shitly read it n go mad -- All on a quiet evening when we should all be out playin with the children in the park But no!! !!! !!!! !!! We too dumber n **** ••• Anyway I DO love you all Maybe we all best settle down n leave our simple Bodies alone For THEY. ain't dumber n **** It's you livin in em is
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
Dumb dumb dumb in these dumb downed days
Disquieted ( Not amused anymore ) •• We shed our Humanity For ????? ????? ????? And the Rain! And Death., too And She wanders on in torn Clothes And she is ***** and enslaved and goes mad And we go on ???? ?????? ????? Long the evening it's stories are sickly and men are weak ••••• We ???? ???? We are men????? NO! NO.! NO!! ••••• We are dumber n **** and men are not dumber n **** With dumber n **** daughters cutting themselves to get high n sittin back waitin for the police state to make em dumber n **** slaves •• •• (No they don't Really) •• No offence  meant •• But yer all ugly dumber n **** ***** •• Writin yer dumber n **** love/hate poems Glorifying Yer absolute indifference to those you claim as the ones you know n love You can't even tell if yer a boy in a girl's body or a girl in a boy's body Or a donkey in a pig's body or whatever YE just stick something somewhere wiggle around and then feel somethin n then get irate at whatever n whoever Is there. n cut yourself n get proud n tell the world who in their dumber n **** fashion tell YE how sensitive YE are for bein dumber n **** And I so dumber n shitly read it n go mad -- All on a quiet evening when we should all be out playin with the children in the park But no!! !!! !!!! !!! We too dumber n **** ••• Anyway I DO love you all Maybe we all best settle down n leave our simple Bodies alone For THEY. ain't dumber n **** It's you livin in em is
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A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING A STREAK OF LIGHTNING BOLT BLISTERING THE EARTH TREMBLING AND SHAKING LOOSE OF HELLS OWN HEARTH MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING BODY BRACED IS FORCING SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M GRIPPIN' HARD ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD I'M GRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL SPITTIN' SPARKS ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING THIS RUPTURED CHASM ERUPTS SPLINTERING THE HEAP WILDFIRE SPITTING FROM INFERNAL DEEP MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING BODY BRACED IS FORCING SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M GRIPPIN' HARD ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD I'M GRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL SPITTIN' SPARKS ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL THESE DARK WINGS SPREAD OVER MY HORIZON REIGN IN EVIL REIGN IN FREEDOM REIGN IN HELL THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD FLOWING TO THE FLOOD THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD FLOWING TO THE FLOOD FROM THE GNASHING TEETH OF THE JAWS OF HELL RASPING GASPING SEETHING AND BREATHING MOVING FASTER THAN THE TOLL OF THAT FATEFUL BELL WREAK CRAKE SHREIKS AND SHAKES THE HEATH WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SLIDE SLIPPERY SLOPE LANDSCAPE RACING THROUGH MY MIND WINDIN' DOWN THAT SLIPPERY SLOPE LANDSLIDE RACING THROUGH MY MIND WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SIDE SLIPPERY SLOPE BLACK TRACKS RACING THROUGH MY MIND
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Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
Beast
Black Serpent
A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING A STREAK OF LIGHTNING BOLT BLISTERING THE EARTH TREMBLING AND SHAKING LOOSE OF HELLS OWN HEARTH MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING BODY BRACED IS FORCING SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M GRIPPIN' HARD ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD I'M GRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL SPITTIN' SPARKS ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING THIS RUPTURED CHASM ERUPTS SPLINTERING THE HEAP WILDFIRE SPITTING FROM INFERNAL DEEP MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING BODY BRACED IS FORCING SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M GRIPPIN' HARD ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD I'M GRIPPIN' WET MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL SPITTIN' SPARKS ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT MINDS BLEEDING THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL THESE DARK WINGS SPREAD OVER MY HORIZON REIGN IN EVIL REIGN IN FREEDOM REIGN IN HELL THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD FLOWING TO THE FLOOD THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD FLOWING TO THE FLOOD FROM THE GNASHING TEETH OF THE JAWS OF HELL RASPING GASPING SEETHING AND BREATHING MOVING FASTER THAN THE TOLL OF THAT FATEFUL BELL WREAK CRAKE SHREIKS AND SHAKES THE HEATH WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SLIDE SLIPPERY SLOPE LANDSCAPE RACING THROUGH MY MIND WINDIN' DOWN THAT SLIPPERY SLOPE LANDSLIDE RACING THROUGH MY MIND WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SIDE SLIPPERY SLOPE BLACK TRACKS RACING THROUGH MY MIND
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Traveling, just rambling along on this lonely old road All my life, on this journey of mine; I've been carryin' a heavy load Still contemplating on my last trip, my mind's already full People can say, this life got my ***** to the wall Can't stop livin' this life, already miss my ***** My baby waiting at home, can't sleep on the wheel, or I'll end up in the ditch Hittin' seventy five, hopped on speed Singin' along with the radio, wishin' I had some more creed To look forward to a better life,but nothing can beat this Me and my rig, can you dig this Highway is a playground, this truck is my toy Back home, there who waits for me is my little boy Trucker hats, cop sunglasses, even a mullet can make it a full redneck gear Can't recall the last time I took some time off, must have been like 10 years Screaming past rural towns, honking at hot chicks in fast cars Every night, I'm a stranger at a run down bar Just lookin' at the pictures in my wallet To give up all this, hell no, I rather eat a bullet My baby, my dog, and my little boy's waitin' for me Freedom is my highway, this rig is my guiding light for me HELL YEA!!
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
steven-brett-craig
Trucker's Anthem!!!
Traveling, just rambling along on this lonely old road All my life, on this journey of mine; I've been carryin' a heavy load Still contemplating on my last trip, my mind's already full People can say, this life got my ***** to the wall Can't stop livin' this life, already miss my ***** My baby waiting at home, can't sleep on the wheel, or I'll end up in the ditch Hittin' seventy five, hopped on speed Singin' along with the radio, wishin' I had some more creed To look forward to a better life,but nothing can beat this Me and my rig, can you dig this Highway is a playground, this truck is my toy Back home, there who waits for me is my little boy Trucker hats, cop sunglasses, even a mullet can make it a full redneck gear Can't recall the last time I took some time off, must have been like 10 years Screaming past rural towns, honking at hot chicks in fast cars Every night, I'm a stranger at a run down bar Just lookin' at the pictures in my wallet To give up all this, hell no, I rather eat a bullet My baby, my dog, and my little boy's waitin' for me Freedom is my highway, this rig is my guiding light for me HELL YEA!!
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Take your quill and pen some notes Love lyrics in melody  Songs of passion and romance Write them, love, just for me Strike a chord, hum a note Give the words music sweet Make my heart go flutterin' tappin' Sweep me off my feet Then sing them baby like you do But sing them soft and low Don't pitch a note too high, my love For off key you do go Clear your throat and gargle Then sing a pretty tune  Drink some honey lemon tea Then smoothly you might croon My hearts a buzz with throbbin' romance But then it goes off course Your love notes go all awry, sorry And you my love sound hoarse So sing me a love song baby Try not to go off key I'll waltz into your waitin' arms  Love- dancin' you and me
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
nishu-mathur
Sing me a love song baby
Take your quill and pen some notes Love lyrics in melody  Songs of passion and romance Write them, love, just for me Strike a chord, hum a note Give the words music sweet Make my heart go flutterin' tappin' Sweep me off my feet Then sing them baby like you do But sing them soft and low Don't pitch a note too high, my love For off key you do go Clear your throat and gargle Then sing a pretty tune  Drink some honey lemon tea Then smoothly you might croon My hearts a buzz with throbbin' romance But then it goes off course Your love notes go all awry, sorry And you my love sound hoarse So sing me a love song baby Try not to go off key I'll waltz into your waitin' arms  Love- dancin' you and me
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Bobbin my head to Public Enemy Lookin' like a misfit Chuck D Sittin' in the corner  clickin' keys Drinkin' honey green leaf, not coffee Not the normal old dude in a coffee shop Shakin' his head to old school hip hop Writin'  poetry and he just can't stop Hope the baristas don't call da cops Soon be closin' time in dis five and dime Kicked to the curb, but I'll be fine Got my tea, my raps, and my rhymes They killed the wifi, coulda lost lines Waiten' for my daughter outside dance But I'm da one jamin' out my pants Refusing to listen to dance moms' rants Bein me, that's always my stance
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
chuck-1
Waitin Like a Capital G
Bobbin my head to Public Enemy Lookin' like a misfit Chuck D Sittin' in the corner  clickin' keys Drinkin' honey green leaf, not coffee Not the normal old dude in a coffee shop Shakin' his head to old school hip hop Writin'  poetry and he just can't stop Hope the baristas don't call da cops Soon be closin' time in dis five and dime Kicked to the curb, but I'll be fine Got my tea, my raps, and my rhymes They killed the wifi, coulda lost lines Waiten' for my daughter outside dance But I'm da one jamin' out my pants Refusing to listen to dance moms' rants Bein me, that's always my stance
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I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He Said you were doin' just great, He said I could visit you sometime, But I can't seem to fit through the gate. I want you to know I miss you, I think of you a lot, But since you're not here With me, my dear, There are lots of things, I'm not. I'm not out there workin the corner Leanin against the wall Waitin for cash, fixin the ash, On a pipe I'll smoke in a hall. I'm not dope-sick and pukin out on the porch floor, Worried how long till you come through the door. I'm sorry I couldn't have stopped you I admit, I didn't try hard, I wasn't aware when you left me there, Death was waiting downstairs, in a car. I know now I couldn't have stopped you, Or even have made you wait, Destiny knocked on the door that night, And told you, You couldn't be late. I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He said I could stop in my mind, Blaming myself, Or anyone else, You were part of God's plan The whole time.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
bacciagalupe
GUARDIAN ANGEL
I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He Said you were doin' just great, He said I could visit you sometime, But I can't seem to fit through the gate. I want you to know I miss you, I think of you a lot, But since you're not here With me, my dear, There are lots of things, I'm not. I'm not out there workin the corner Leanin against the wall Waitin for cash, fixin the ash, On a pipe I'll smoke in a hall. I'm not dope-sick and pukin out on the porch floor, Worried how long till you come through the door. I'm sorry I couldn't have stopped you I admit, I didn't try hard, I wasn't aware when you left me there, Death was waiting downstairs, in a car. I know now I couldn't have stopped you, Or even have made you wait, Destiny knocked on the door that night, And told you, You couldn't be late. I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He said I could stop in my mind, Blaming myself, Or anyone else, You were part of God's plan The whole time.
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