15een blows to the back of your head

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uh. time for something which surely will not create any excitement or create a stir. unless ofcourse, if you believe the lyrics. i will be watching you closely, i guess. maybe.
things need addressing, yes?
work doesnt get done without getting your hands dirty, i believe.
enjoy yourselves.

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i am the key to the lock in your house
that keeps your toys in the basement

and if you get too far inside
you'll only see my reflection

it's always best when you cry in his arms

i am the pick in the ice

do not cry out or hit the alarm
you know we're friends till we die
and either way you turn
i'll be there
open up your skull
i'll be there
climbing up the walls

it's always best when the light is off,
it's always better on the outside

fifteen blows to the back of your head
fifteen blows to your mind

so lock the kids up safe tonight
shut the eyes in the cupboard
i got the smell of a local man
who's got the lonliest feeling
that either way he turns

i'll be there
open up your skull
i'll be there
climbing up the walls
 
what a great thread! one of my best.

it is a goal of mine to drown myself into complete irrelevancy here.

i think this thread is a great start.
 
its ALMOST as good as kobe's

It barks at no-one else but me,
like it's seen a ghost.
I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin,
no-one else would know.

Hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.

i love u deathbear, really, i do
 
c hh e ap__s e xx

.
.

i think you're crazy
maybe
i think you're crazy
maybe


.

oh god
help me get back to your arms
it's not like the movies
not casablanca
not sleepless
not even shawshank

i think you're crazy
maybe

you treat the past like it's the past
a glazed over eye
staring into nothing.

..
.
....

.

i wish i was perfect
you're so fucking perfect

i think you're c r a z y
maybe

up there
up there, there

the stars are. out. there
we. are. in. here
god i sound dumb

it's not like the movies
one line after the other
smooth as cream
here's looking at you kid

no white light
no chorus at the end
or a triumphant moment
something
something trivial
something nice

i will see you in the next life
kid.
in-
grid.


....
.
..

maybe
.
.

f.
 
great post foray!

that was a nice...collage?

collage with its own bit of forayness...lovely.
 
I sure can
I sure can
I sure can

I know you me we
'never' is the unspoken
i am the pick in the ice
vacuum-suck our feelings deep inside
the pack of dust that's all feelings are
these days. floating like plastic bags on cement
.

.
..
.
I sure can
I sure can monkeydance

I'm just having thoughts of
I'm just having thoughts of

saturdays and sweets
hiking trips and long talks
masala tea and awkward eyes
looking at you and trying not to look
feeeeeeelings are irrelevant..
. truly

it's always better on the outside
it always has to be about you
you you you you you you you
you you you you you you you
yeah yeah yeah--

i sure can hope for too much
...
.
..


foray
 
thanks ali, but really there isnt anything too nice about the lyrics. slightly dark...to say the least.

since foray is doing it, heres 20 seconds worth of my mind at work.

your living in a fantasy
i float down the liffy
im not here and this isnt happening

one day i am going to grow wings
a chemical reaction
hysterical and useless
pulled apart at birth

sometimes you sulk
sometimes you burn
each times it comes it eats me alive
an airbag saved my life
just like your dad youll never change.
 
I hide
because
of my shame.
I wear its shawl,
and I will not
take it off,
or wear
anything else.
Because it keeps me
warm,
because it keeps me
safe
and sane.
I hope
this cloth
will cloak me
in the streets,
hiding in
invisibility.
No?
I will not
walk out
of the door
naked
ever
again.
 
a terminal fuck
i say fuck, say i
get a rhythm and burn it on my brain
with beats harder
teeth rotting
slice
and shake the crescent songs from
your crooked head
you stupid fuck
so i can laugh at you again
 
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