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PharCyde	posted on 08-13-2001 @ 11:38 AM
Hanger-On Registered: Aug. 01	Boy On A String The marionetter has your number Pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own Dragging your conscience on the stage and your heart gets rearranged and you cannot tell your mentor from your Maker Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter Over the way you entertain at beckon call They don't see behind the lights, or the painted backgrounds They just like to see you fall But you don't really mind Cause you're just wasting time You can't feel anything You're a boy on a string I feel a sadness like Gapetto watching the life that he created run away Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion, and holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away One day the curtain will not open And all of the crowds will go away Someday those strings will choke you, but until that day But you don't really mind Cause you're just wasting time You can't feel anything You're a boy on a string :) How to get ahold of me..PharCyde@opieanthony.com I need a sig pic...I think?
Kim	posted on 08-13-2001 @ 6:33 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	David Mead---World Of A King So a man and a woman forked at a baby The prince of dysfunction boy on a string From a suburban palace he walked out to freedom Enslaved to a concept in the world of a king And baby's love he's smoking in a peacoat A ship on the ocean bird on a wind With a poem and soul written in his honor There's a concrete assumption in the world of a king A guitar and a girlfriend, just off the turnpike Yeah, the foundtain of ego learned how to sing But the truth shall engage him with heartbreak and cold cots In an unguarded moment in the world of a king And baby's gone, she's dancing on a big stage With a tear and a tutu The phone never rings And he can't go on, he's banging on a keyboard There's an E-mail to Jesus from the world of a king I took a moment to remember a moonlit night Conversation by the candlelight was free Never trying to please yourself Never happy with nobody else but me So a man and a woman... The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation." "Nunc scio quit sit amor." "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo

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