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Posted By	Discussion Topic: You are not alone
SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 03-11-2001 @ 9:20 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Everytime I watch the news I hear a symphony Everytime you cough up a noose I hear a symphony Late at night when the shots are like bells I hear a symphony When disillusioned is a fragrance that sells I hear a symphony You are not alone You are not alone I swear this burdon is not your own You are not alone In the subway of a slow dark pain I hear a symphony In the eyes of an old Polish woman on that train I hear a symphony In the echo of a muscle that fled I hear a symphony In the sheets of a big and haunted bed I hear a symphony You are not alone You are not alone I swear this burdon is not your own You are not alone From the seagulls at the garbage dump I hear a symphony At the Ritz Carlton Sanitarium I hear a symphony In the bunting of corruption and fate I hear a symphony In a language that shows your age I hear a symphony You are not alone You are not alone I swear this burdon is not your own You are not alone In the sparkle of a young girl's eye In the exclusive footage of a suicide In the ambition of astronauts In this Eden of tinsel and rot... You are not alone You are not alone I swear this burdon is not your own You are not alone Go Ahead, Give Me A Reason To Free Up Server Space! Write To Me Here Now Accepting Groupie Applications
SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 03-12-2001 @ 7:13 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	When paradise is no longer fit for you to live in And your adolescent dreams are gone Through the days you feel a little used up And you don't know where your energy's gone wrong It's just your soul feelin' a little downhearted Sometimes life is too ridiculous to live You count your friends all on one finger I know it sounds crazy just the way that we live Between a laugh and a tear Smile in the mirror as you walk by Between a laugh and a tear And that's as good as it can get for us And there ain't no reason to stop tryin' When this cardboard town can no longer amuse you You see through everything and nothin' seems worthwhile And hypocrite used to be such a big word to you And it don't seem to mean anything to you now Just try to live each and every precious moment Don't be discouraged by the future forget the past That's old advise but it'll be good to you I know there's a balance see it when I swing past Between a laugh and a tear Smile in the mirror as you walk by Between a laugh and a tear And that's as good as it can get for us And there ain't no reason to stop tryin' REPEAT When paradise can no longer amuse you..... Go Ahead, Give Me A Reason To Free Up Server Space! Write To Me Here Now Accepting Groupie Applications
SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 04-02-2001 @ 4:50 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	I could break free From the wood of a coffin, if I need But nothing's hard as Getting free from places I've already been I've been waste deep In the burning meadows, of my mind In the engine, in cold December Shooting fire from the hose Now turn off your lights 'Cause I'm not coming home Till I'm delivered for the first time I was first born to a parade That follows in rows Down a narrow cold black river Faceless shadows, moving slow I would move swift when The sounds of the trumpet would blow I've been the puppet, I've been the strings I know the vacant face it brings Now the bells of curfew They may ring before I'm through But soon, I'll be delivered for the first time You might keep clean In the back of an angel motorcade It doesn't matter who walks in You know, the joke is still the same You'll just wake up Like a disposable lover, decomposed I've been gone, I've been remembered I've been alive, I've been a ghost So now if downtown explodes I'll still be on this road Till I'm delivered for the first time I have drawn blood from the neckline When vampires were in fashion You know I'd even learn to cut my throat If I thought I could fit in 'Cause I once heard that you've gotta learn How to blend in to this mess Where nothing's hard, nothing's precious Nothing's smooth or flawless Now no more amused Just screaming to be delivered for the first time Now I'm ten miles in the deep And the mighty blue sea Looking back towards a long white beach Burning up into yellow flames And I just wave back Like a little boy up on a pony in a show, in a show 'Cause I can't fix Something this complex Anymore than I can build a rose So just keep on letting go 'cause I must be close To being delivered for the first time Now I'd rather bleed out A long stream from being lonely And feel blessed Than drown laying face down In a puddle of respect I was once lost In the corridors of the arena In blindfolds I've been the bull I've been the whip I just pulled down the matador So now, turn on your lights 'Cause I'm coming home I've been delivered for the first time This Red X is Here To Annoy the Eff Out Of Facey Go Ahead, Give Me A Reason To Free Up Server Space! Write To Me Here Yea,I Do Believe Anger Is Offset By Sorrow, What You Destroy Today, You Might Regret Tomorrow This message was edited by SLASH on 4-2-01 @ 4:55 PM

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