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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: A Little Black Crowes | ||||
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| KeeKee
| posted on 06-08-2001 @ 2:07 AM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00  | Baby, baby why can't you sit still? Who killed that bird out on you window sill? Are you the reason that he broke his back? Did I see you laugh about that? If I come on like a dream? Would you let me show you what I mean? If you let me come on inside? Will you let it glide? Can I have some remedy? Remedy for me please. Cause if I had some remedy I'd take enough to please me. Baby, baby why did you dye your hair? Why you always keeping with your mother's dare? Baby why's who's who, who know you too? Did the other children scold on you? If I come on like a dream? Would you let me show you what I mean? If you let me come on inside? Will you let it slide?  | ||||
| KeeKee
| posted on 06-08-2001 @ 2:10 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | ok 1 more...then off to bed... Wake me when the day breaks Show me how the sun shines Tell me about your hearaches Who could be so unkind? Do you dream to touch me? And smile down deep inside Or could you just kill me? It's hard to make up your mind, sometimes. My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride. Are you wanting instiration You spill your secrets on me Then you tell me with a whisper Of things that will never be. Do you hear me breating? Does it make you want to scream? Did you ever like a bad dream? Sometimes life is obscene. My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride. Lover cover me with your sleep Let your love light shine Lover cover me with a good dream Let your love light shine | ||||
| KeeKee
| posted on 06-08-2001 @ 3:09 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | **DISCLAIMER** OK It has been brought to my attention that there are several typos in this thread...I aplogize... Thank you FB (obsure ref.) no more late night posting for me... This message was edited by KeeKee on 6-8-01 @ 3:13 AM | ||||
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 06-08-2001 @ 4:00 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown she sat silent at the table Her boots were brown, should she leave town To play the role of lover ex-patriot A nod to the waiter,always her flirty behavior, You know she always gets one on the house She pulls out a letter from a bag Under her sweater and before she reads she straightens her blouse There's a passion in being alone A grace in a loveless time There's no new cross, there's no new sign only the sun and the changing tide And out of respect, well really must confess I never lost your number I never lost your address And if we remain friends at best Sometime later no, no not yet we'll smile and remember it like this She put back the letter,one tear falls like a feather and disappears on this bar room floor The gratuity included, you know the letter concluded P.S. All my love  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? It's a friend's responsibility to fulfill your needs, not your emptiness The sugared-plums that used to dance in my head are now Equal plums 'cause Mom's on a new diet | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 06-08-2001 @ 4:24 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Excellent show last night, did anyone else go? She never mentions the word addiction In certain company Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan After you meet her family She paints her eyes as black as night now She pulls those shades down tight She gives a smile when the pain comes The pain gonna' make everything alright Says she talks to angels They call her out by her name Oh yeah, she talks to angels Says they call her out by her name She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket She wears a cross around her neck Yes the hair is from a little boy And the cross from someone she has not met Not yet (Repeat Chorus) She don't know no lovers None that I've ever seen And to her that means nothing But to me it means, means everything (Repeat second verse) (Repeat Chorus)  There is a theory which states that if anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another which staes this has already happened. ---Douglas Adams Now seeking junior Brownstones to adopt | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 06-08-2001 @ 6:17 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Sleeping eyes sleep awhile And let me get to know your language If I believe all I see I would hate to be around for the dawn Sleeping eyes stay awhile And give me some cause to rejoice A parody of the scene Where my three wishes were granted to me What you got buried? in your backyard What secret do you sleep with when the black moon come Sleeping eyes please come clean I'm not giving you the third degree When you live with no man's time Ain't it hard to find some peace of mind Sleeping eyes don't you cry And don't pretend this is not an ending Your history yes it seems Has been swept out with the leaves  Your ballroom days are over, baby,Night is drawing near,Shadows of the evening grow across the year.You walk across the floor with a flower in your hand,Trying to tell me no one understands,Trading your house for a handful of dimes. Ziggyjr on 6/3 and Harey Carey on 6/4 | ||||
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