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jewdown	posted on 05-13-2001 @ 8:10 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	if i could (trey anastasio) take me to another place, she said take me to another time run with me across the oceans float me on a silver cloud if i could i would, but i don't know how if i could i would, but i don't know how if i could i would and i'd take you now stay with me till time turns over i want to feel my feet leave the ground take me where the wispering breezes can lift me up and spin me around if i could i would, but i don't know how if i could i would, but i don't know how if i could i would and i'd take you now hear you laughing as we go flipping backward through the doors and through the windows i'm melting into nothing if i could i would, but i don't know how if i could i would, but i don't know how if i could i would and i'd take you now
Kim	posted on 05-13-2001 @ 9:16 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	SILENT IN THE MORNING My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view If you are here with me, I trust you to lead the way When you're not I follow you, and always go astray Silent in the morning Suspended in the trees Lunch time comes you've found your voice It brings me to my knees The volume just increases The resounding echoes grow Till once again I bask in morning stillness, I love so The target that I shoot for seems to move with every breath I tighten all my arteries and make one last request Divine creation hears me, and he squashes me with fear I think that this exact thing happened to me, just last year Silent in the morning You found your voice that brings me to Silent in the morning You found your voice that brings me to Silent in the morning You found your voice that brings me to my knees I will not dismiss you, shelter you, speak with you Smile at you, trust in me, He'd like to brush you off, and I'd agree
mckinks	posted on 05-14-2001 @ 9:17 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	CHALK DUST TORTURE Come stumble my mirth beaten worker I'm Jezmund the family berzerker I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice The wind buffs the cabin You speak of your life Or more willingly Locust the Lurker Confuse what you can of the ending And revise your despise so impending 'Cause I soak on the wrath That you didn't quite mask I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths Or mixed in with the signal you're sending But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone Can't I live while I'm young? But no peace for Jezmund tonight I plug the distress tube up tight And watch what I say as it flutters away And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay Not to educate somebody's fright "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right."
Kim	posted on 05-14-2001 @ 10:12 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Love You Honey, love ya honey little honey bunny Sunday mornin' Love ya more funny love in the skyline baby Ice cream 'scuse me I seen ya looking good the other evenin'. Oh, you dig it had to smile just an hour so if we're in love like I think we'll be It ain't a long rhyme it took ages to think I think I'll hurl it in the water baby. Thinkin you are a nice little one to put it all around you it's just good I like it I like it. Hey Hey Hey suppose sometime that day you won't be swingin along over across to me. Good time rocker woman, we'll stray our pieces little creepy we shine so sleepy so whoopie! That's how you look.
mckinks	posted on 05-14-2001 @ 3:00 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	MY FRIEND, MY FRIEND My friend, my friend he's got a knife A statement from his former life When he was easy but alone Beside him was an empty throne But what of silver silken blade Affix his gaze, his features staid Grasps the handle, clips the cable One steps up, sits at his table My friend, my friend, he's got a knife My friend, my friend, he's got a wife My friend, my friend, the clever ruse Persuasion through his thoughts peruse A hidden relic from his past That wasn't there when he looked last He feels it ticking like a bomb Feeding fear, assaulting calm Takes the object, starts the game Moves closer to the flame My friend, my friend, the clever ruse My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse My friend, my friend, he's got a knife My friend, my friend, he's got a knif "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right."
jewdown	posted on 05-14-2001 @ 6:50 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Fluffhead Fluffhead was a man With a horrible disease Could not find no cure Won't you help him if you please? Fluff came to my door Askin' me for change His eyes were clear and pure But his mind was so deranged Fluff went to a banker Askin' for some bills The banker said, "I ain't got that But I sure got some powerful pills" Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod rabid victim martyr stranded level headed boy, ya better bend
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 05-14-2001 @ 7:19 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Hangman Jury Me old my lady sittin' in the shade Talkin' about the money that I ain't made Singin' o boy dontcha line the Track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track If I could, I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses stood singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track Drank so much hooch It made my eyes be gettin' blurry They say I nailed her to the wall A stitch in time don't mean a thing No hangman jury could make me crawl Cause I'm a poor boy Dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a OOO Whacha do with the gun that's loaded Shot her dead and her heart exploded Tell me baby now d-dontcha worry Like lying to a hangman jury I swear I didn't know that 45 was loaded In fact my memory ain't so clear That's not to say she didn't get what she deserved Least that's the way it looks from here Boy when you line the track a lack a Hey boy dontcha line the track OOO my love came tumblin' down OOO love came tumblin' down OOO (Let's get outta here) Love come tumblin' And every night she take her thing Into the city and in the mornin' make me beg cause If I'd taken all her real titty gritty I'd smack her right upside the head boy Dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track OOO my love came tumblin' down OOO love came tumblin' down OOO love come tumblin' Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night Hangman waitin' for the early morning light Singin' O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track If I could, I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses done stood Singin' O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music?

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