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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:20 am
True, I'd give my right arm
To keep you safe from harm
And true, for you, I'd move to Ecuador
And I'd keep a little farm
Chop wood to keep you warm
I don't have to love you now if I don't wish to
I won't see you anyhow if that's an issue
Because I am a gentleman
Think of me as just your fan
Who remembers every dress you ever wore
Just the bad comedian
Your new boyfriend's better than
'Cause I don't really love you anymore...
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:25 am
Your long white fingers slither and glide
No gloves will hold them
They cannot hide
They frighten children
They make dogs howl
They glow in darkness
And fill the faithful with doubt
Your long white fingers
Passion and grace
Gesticulations from some dark place
They look unnatural, faintly obscene
They loom large in all the strangest of dreams...
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:28 am
I loll on the porch swing
Tall mint julep in hand
Listening to the beach boys
- Why don't they understand?
This is not what I call summer
Summer it's infinitely less than
We get one real summer
Only one in our time
Full of wine and wonder
- You were mine
We get one real summer
Ridiculous and sublime
Before we go under
- You were mine
I may drive my woody
Down to sandcastle beach
With my brave new boyfriend
But love is out of reach
Who lives in these crumbling castles?
Summer's promise honored in the breach
So lost without you
Haven't a clue what to do...
Octagons fall from the sun
As we run through the grass
Let weathermen blether
This forecast is o'ercast
And the beach boys?
Hell, they might as well play "Winter Wonderland"
Summer, my a**
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:44 am
Hide your eyes from me
Take reflection and you'll see
How I'm there in your mind
Working my way out
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:05 am
Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:11 am
But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of yours with her name still on it?
Hey, but I don't care
Because sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it's been
Here
Silent all these years
I've been
Here
Silent all these years...
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:15 am
The example lay before you
You knew what you had to do
You have a pressure in you
To destroy the one who loved you
The death was all around
You were hotter to me than the sun
That burned me up the day we went
To Mount St. Helens
And if the special death you gave to me
Is the prize I get to take home solemnly
And suffer with the fact
That I could never be your friend
I could never come back home again
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:17 am
So what happened to the trampled rose?
In the muddy street
With the fireworks and leaves
I know this rose
Like I know my name
The one I gave my love
It was the same
Now I find it in the street
A trampled rose
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:23 am
There's still a little bit of your taste
In my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced
With my doubt
It's still a little hard to say
What's going on
There's still a little bit of your ghost
Your witness
There's still a little bit of your face
I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can't say what's going on
There's still a little bit of your song
In my ear
There's still a little bit of your words
I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:27 am
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
or am I just stoned
From Basketcase by Green Day
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:29 am
Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time
Now I can hear the sun
The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:33 am
Bye bye, baby
Don't be long
I'll worry about you
While you're gone
I'll think of you in my dreams
You'll never know just what you mean to me
I'll think of you night and day
I'll never know just what you meant to say...
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:37 am
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
In cars
Here in my car
The image breaks down
Will you visit me please
If I open my door?
In cars
Here in my car
I know I've started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right
In cars
I know I've started to think...
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:48 am
I didn't want to hurt you, baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
I didn't want to ******** you, baby
I didn't want to ******** you
I didn't want to ******** you
But you're pretty when you're mine
I didn't really love you, baby
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you, baby
But I'm pretty when I lie
You hurt me, baby
I hurt you, baby
If you knew how much I loved you, you would run away
But when I treat you bad it always makes you want to stay
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
(How can you do this to me now?)
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:52 am
You walk down Alameda
Looking at the cracks in the sidewalk
Thinking about your friends
How you maintain all them in
A constant state of suspense
For your own protection over their affection
Walk down Alameda
Brushing off the nightmare
You wish could plague me when I'm awake
And now you see your first mistake
Was thinking that you could relate
For one or two minutes she liked you
But the fix is in
You're all pretension
I never pay attention
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
If you're alone, it must be you that wants to be apart
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