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| SpiritOfDirt | posted on 06-13-2001 @ 1:21 PM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01  | -Wet My Bed- Hey everybody, where did Mary go? Where did Mary go? And where's my only cigarette? Please think for me, I can't bare to I'll just lie here for a while Wet myself, wet my bed I've readied it all for her, you know Clean sheets, incense, a lots of fluffy pillows Now soiled And where's my cugarette? Did you check the bathroom, the bathtub? She sleeps there sometimes Water cleanses, you know Washes dirt away, makes new Maybe she, maybe she, maybe she, maybe, maybe she swam away -Wicked Garden- Can you feel like a child? Can you see what I want? I wanna run through your wicked garden Heard that's the place to find ya But I'm alive So alive now I know the darkness blinds you Can you see without eyes? Can you speak without lies? I wanna drink from you naked fountain I can drown your sorrows I'm gonna burn, burn you to life now Out of the chains that bind you Can you see just like a child? Can you see just what I want? Can I bring you back to life? Are you scared of life? Burn, burn, burn Burn your wicked garden down Burn, burn, burn Burn your wicked garden to the ground Can you feel pain inside? Can you love? Can you cry? I wanna run through your wicked garden Heard that's the place to find you 'Cause I'm alive So alive now Out of the dark that blinds you Can you see just like a child? Can you see just what I want? Can I bring you back to life? Are you scared of life? Burn, burn, burn Burn your wicked garden down Burn, burn, burn Burn your wicked garden to the ground  THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN ISOLATED .......Proud graduate of the Spitfire421 school of altered reality....... | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 06-13-2001 @ 4:32 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze, 'ole leadbelly sings the blues All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' anyway I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade Fake the head and scratch the itch Skinned up knees and salty lips I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life and when you binge I purge alike Let go it's harder holding on One more trip and I'll be gone So keep your head up Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone Take a breath and make it big It's the last you'll ever get Break your neck with a diamond noose It's the last you'll ever choose I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be  person i've ever met and that may be as close to the real thing as i'm ever gonna get but my quarter's gonna run out now or so i'm told i guess i'd better go sit down and wait for you till my coffee gets cold... | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 06-13-2001 @ 8:52 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' I am trampled under sole of antoher man's shoes Guess I walked too softly Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, somebody gave me, somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed  Pointing their plastic fingers at me They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high Ziggyjr on 6/3 and Harey Carey on 6/4 | ||||
| SpiritOfDirt | posted on 06-14-2001 @ 2:11 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | This thread din't take off too well. One more STP for ya. (if anyone really cares) -Meatplow- (music by D. DeLeo, words by S. Weiland) Fine place for a day full of breakdowns. Takes more than a meltdown to show us how. Throw a tack on the road, stop the meatplow. Got a bullet but it aint mine. They got these pictures of everything to break us down. Yeah, to break me down. They make us hate and we make it bleed. But I got a lover and she shows me how to understand it, yeah, to understand. I got a brother and, well, he shows me how to make amends, yeah, to make amends with it. Take a break from the mousetrap we call home. Takes more than a message to make me smile. I can feel when she kisses me sleeping, but not when the news is on. THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN ISOLATED .......Proud graduate of the Spitfire421 school of altered reality....... | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 06-14-2001 @ 3:00 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 |  She lives in a bungalow She kills me with rose garden thorns She waits for me My love is unusual It's painted with roses and thorns With her I'm complete She lives by the wall and waits by the door She walks in the sun to me She lives by the wall and waits by the door She walks in the sun to me Visions of Mexico seduce me It goes to my head so carefully Memories of candles and incense And all of these things remeber these She comforts me when the candles blow out The cake has grown bold but the memories are sweet The laughter's all gone but the memories are mine The Mexican princess is out of my life... Pointing their plastic fingers at me They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high Ziggyjr on 6/3 and Harey Carey on 6/4 | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 06-14-2001 @ 4:39 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Pleased to meet you Nice to know me What's the message? Will ya show me? I've been waiting A long time, now Now here's the answer, You're all mine now! Yeah, I've been waiting For my Sunday girl Yeah, I've been waiting For my Sunday girl, now Will you follow me Down now? Down now? Will you follow me Down? Pleased to meet you Nice to know me What's the message? Will ya show me? The way Down town? person i've ever met and that may be as close to the real thing as i'm ever gonna get but my quarter's gonna run out now or so i'm told i guess i'd better go sit down and wait for you till my coffee gets cold... | ||||
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