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| CantHandleMyBooty | posted on 11-16-2001 @ 8:18 PM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01  | -Judas Priest I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you decided to call And here I sit, hand on the telephone Hearing the voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Headed straight for a fall But we both know what memories can bring They bring Diamonds and Rust Yes we both know what memories can bring They bring Diamonds and Rust Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over Washington Square Our breath comes in white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me we both could've died then and there Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You were so good with words And at keeping things vague Cause I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly, yes, I love you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid But we both know what memories can bring They bring Diamonds and Rust Yes we both know what memories can bring They bring Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust | ||||
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 11-16-2001 @ 10:35 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | A Joan Baez cover... cool Well I smoked my throat out last night Hoping you'd call or just stop by Now I'm wheezing like the Oakland sky Feeling like the rusted tracks and forgotten dreams of the old train lines It's a perpetual stone in my shoe One that I'll always be trying to shake loose An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side More than a scratch beneath this skin Somewhere between the beginning and the end I don't feel a lot lately I don't feel whole lately I don't feel much lately But that's how I hide That's how I hide You wrote it down not to draw attention to yourself You lit the pilot just to blow it out Here the conversation's always too loud And we're as pathetic as the jumper who listens to the crowd To say I miss you wouldn't be enough I feel like Tom Waits singing Diamonds and Rust And I am pathetic as a junkie who knows what he does It's a perpetual stone in my shoe One that I'll always be trying to shake loose An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side More than a scratch beneath this skin Somewhere between the beginning and the end I don't feel a lot lately I don't feel whole lately I don't feel much lately But that's how I hide That's how I hide  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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