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Brokenjaw
Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!!
posted on 04-26-2001 @ 9:22 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Nov. 00
1983...(A Merman I Should Turn To Be

Hurrah, I awake from yesterday
Alive, but the war is here to stay
So my love, Catherina and me,
decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea
Not to die but to reborn,
away from lands so battered and torn
Forever, forever

Oh say, can you see it's really such a mess
Every inch of Earth is a fighting nest
Giant pencil and lipstick tube shaped things,
Continue to rain and cause screaming pain
And the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red
as our feet find the sand,
and the sea is straight ahead, straight up ahead

Well it's too bad that our friends, can't be with us today
Well it's too bad
The machine, that we built,
would never save us', that's what they say
(That's why they ain't coming with us today)
And they also said it's impossible for a man to live and breathe under
water, forever,
was their main complaint
And they also threw this in my face, they said:
Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God,
and the grace of the King (grace of the King)
(Yeah, yeah)

So my darling and I make love in the sand,
to salute the last moment ever on dry land
Our machine, it has done its work, played its part well
Without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell
Starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile
Before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise
Of the out of style, the out of style, out of style(oooh)...


VOODOO CHILE
Well, I'm a Voodoo Chile,
Lord, I'm a Voodoo Chile.
Well, the night I was born
Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red.
The night I was born
I swear the moon turned a fire red.
Well, my poor mother cried out "Lord, the gypsy was right!"
And I see her, feel down right dead.
(Have mercy)
Well, mountain lions found me there waitin'
And set me on an eagles back.
Well, mountain lions found me there,
and set me on an eagle's wing.
(It's the eagle's wing, baby, what did I say?)
He took me past to the outskirts of infinity,
and when he brought me back,
he gave me a venus witch's ring.
Hey!
And he said "Fly on, fly on!"
Because I'm a voodoo chile, yeah, voodoo chile.
Hey!
Well, I make love to you,
and Lord knows you'll feel no pain.
Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
and Lord knows you felt no pain.
(Have mercy)
'CAuse I'm a million miles away.
And at the same time, I'm right there in your picture frame.
(Yeah! What did I say now?)
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile.
Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile.
(Yeah!)
WEll, my arrows are made of desire
from far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines.
Say, my arrows are made of desire, desire,
from far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines.
(Way down by the Methane Sea, yeah!)
I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
you think you were losing your mind, hmmm...
Well, I float in liquid gardens
in Arizona new red sand.
(Yeah!)
I float in liquid gardens,
way down in Arizona red new sand.
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue,
way down in California.
And in New York drowns as we hold hands.
'Caus EI'm a voodoo chile.
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile.



SWEET ANGEL (ANGEL)

TOLD ME A STORY YESTERDAY ABOUT THE SWEET LOVE BETWEEN THE MOON AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA AND WHEN IT WAS TIME FOR HER TO LEAVE SHE SPREAD HER WINGS HIGH OVER ME AND SAID I SHALL RETURN TOMORROW AND I SAID FLY ON MY SWEET ANGEL FLY ON THROUGH THE SKY FLY ON MY SWEET, SWEET ANGEL TOMORROW I SHALL HAVE YOU BY MY SIDE SURE ENOUGH THIS MORNIN' CAME TO ME SILVER WINGS SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE GOLDEN ROSE OF TODAY'S SUNRISE AND THE ANGEL SHE BENT DOWN AND TOLD ME YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THIS PLACE JUST WIPE YOUR WEEPIN' EYES I'LL TAKE YOU WHERE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN, YOU CAN FLY I LOOKED AROUND AND I THOUGHT FLY ON MY LITTLE ANGEL FLY ON THROUGH THE SKY FLY ON MY SWEET ANGEL TOMORROW I'LL BE BY YOUR SIDE I GOT MY WINGS TO FLY




FROY = puppy And Corpse = SCUMBAG
Proud adopter of Kwyjibo
Little Wing
posted on 04-26-2001 @ 11:03 PM      
Hanger-On
Registered: Feb. 01
Great choices.......

Brokenjaw
Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!!
posted on 04-28-2001 @ 8:36 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Nov. 00
Burning Of The Midnight Lamp

The morning is dead and the day is too
There's nothing left here to lead me, but the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, alone
Now the smiling portrait of you
is still hanging on my frowning wall
It really doesn't, it really doesn't bother me too much at all
It's just the eh ever falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring laying on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone
Burn!
Yeah, yeah
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Loneliness is such a drag!

So here I sit to face that same old fireplace
Getting ready for the same old explosion
Going through my mind
And soon enough the time will tell
About the circus in the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone who will toll my bell
And I continue to burn the same old lamp, alone
Yeah
Darling, can you hear me calling you?
So lonely
Gotto blow my mind
Yeah, yeah
Lonely, lonely...







FROY = puppy And Corpse = SCUMBAG
Proud adopter of Kwyjibo
Little Wing
posted on 04-29-2001 @ 1:32 AM      
Hanger-On
Registered: Feb. 01


THE WIND CRIES MARY


After all jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering down the street
Footsteps dressed in red

And the wind whispers mary

A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife

And the wind cries mary

The traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'cause the life that lived is dead

And the wind screams mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, no this will be the last

And the wind cries mary




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