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Friends of Lempy
| clubbing the foot | October 22nd, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by oldmanhat | |
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Listening to: Kasabian-club foot
Feeling: hopeful
future foe scenarios the things we laid do not amount to much made of abandoned wood loose stones and such this revolution baby proves who you work for lately release the castaways who run amok from self appointed winds which blow and such when present tense gets strangled in the mire made of our cozy decomposing wires who do you work for baby and does it work for you lately but when the night is over and the walls start burning when fire starts to matter and the clock is churning cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from learning it's alright the things we laid do not amount to much made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs when present tense gets strangled in the woes made of our future foe scenarios this revolution baby proves who you work for lately who do you work for baby and does it work for you lately but when the night is over and the walls keep linking when fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from thinking our minds keep thinking it's alright that's when it turned on me a motorcade of 'meant to be's' parades of beauty queens where soft entwines make kindling these many detailed things like broken nails and plastic rings will win by keeping me from speaking to my new darling and there's no way to know our future foe scenarios that's when it turned on me where bobby pins hold angel wings it's alright Rusted Wheel so you can't hold a star in your hand though at least you can hold on to another plan rusted wheel planted still i can tell it's summer from the size of the bugs that fly through my window flying through my window rusted wheel planted still rusted wheel can't move on i can tell it's winter from the size of the lump in my throat got a lump in my throat rusted wheel planted still rusted wheel can't move on and it feels just like the ground but trapped in another way just still in the ground and it feels just like the ground and trapped in another way just still in the ground so you can't hold a star in your hand though at least you can move on to that better plan rusted wheel planted still rusted wheel can't move on... |
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| 37 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Cheer Me Up |
| hey teacher | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by franzfreak | |
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Listening to: Hey Teacher - Louis XIV
Well I’m just a girl and want you instead of the drugs that get me high You keep on telling me these pretty lies Well I’m just a girl and want you instead of the drugs that get me high I’ll never talk out of turn again in class Will it be alright if I see you tonight Well, I feel like a bird in a cage For you to notice me, Well I’d take out a knife Suicide right on the stage I’m like a fish on a hook Water splash into the brook Well, teacher says he's twice my age Hey teacher could you ease my pain I can only watch you so long I can only watch you so long, so long I can only watch you so long I can only watch you so long, so long Who’s your teacher’s pet? |
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| 214 hit(s) | (3 comments) | give me first aid |
| April 10th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by livingdead17 | |
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That's it. Don't ask why I made it. I have no idea. If you care at allllllll you'll add me! :) |
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| 368 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Speak the truth |
| If You Forget Me | November 15th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by jbone | |
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Listening to: Nirvana-All Apologies
Feeling: sane
I want to know one thing. You know how this is: If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. THE VOW When the lover goes, the vow though broken remains, that trace of eternity love brings down among us stays, to give dignity to the suffering and to intensify it. If these mean anything, please comment me. |
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| 147 hit(s) | (5 comments) | C-2-da-Omment |
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