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 Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:48 pm
Hoorayz. One time my friend yelled to my brother 'Your brother's the cute one!'
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:49 pm
Now we're broken on the floor
She just wants me to share her
It hasn't been this way before
She just wants me to dare her
The phone rings
And she screams
Stab my back
It’s better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do
I can't get past her
Falling faster
It's true
It hasn't done a lot for you
And every time he held you close
Yeah, were you thinking of me
When I needed you the most
Well I hope that you're happy
The phone rings
And she screams
Stab my back
It's better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do
I can't get past her
Falling faster
It's true
It's better when I bleed for you
I hope that love he gave you
Was just enough to save you
You nearly broke my heart
Just look at what you're tearing apart
Stab my back
It’s better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do
I can't get past her
Falling faster
It's true
It hasn’t done a lot for you
It's better when I bleed for you
It never was enough to do
It hasn't done a lot for….
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:52 pm
Destin Hoorayz. One time my friend yelled to my brother 'Your brother's the cute one!'
You probably are. <3
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:55 pm
Bowl of Oranges!
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in
my dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and
already open. Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just
been. So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets. But
everything seemed different and completely new to me. The sky, the trees,
houses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't
wait to meet. I came up a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said " there is nothing that I can do for you you can't do
for yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would
help." So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. He said, "I
think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure of it. Thank you Stranger, for your
therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must
do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and
you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I
got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:59 pm
Destin Bowl of Oranges! The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been. So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets. But everything seemed different and completely new to me. The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet. I came up a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said " there is nothing that I can do for you you can't do for yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help." So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure of it. Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile." So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. Zat music video is sad.
: (
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:10 pm
Bury Your Head
Bury Your Head
I was feeling fine, you'll be coming clean tonight
And I'll be falling down with you, once again
Call me your valentine, call me once tonight
And I haven't said it’s okay
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
They went back on us
(Until his eyes rolled back couldn't step it up)
I could know when to come on to it
It's the thought that emerges
(Take back couldn't step it up)
I could never love the ion change
Bury your head, and the child smashed you down
And the psalms will soon recall me again
Fall down below
I'll sleep tonight, when you're okay
And I haven't said it's okay
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
They went back on us
(Until his eyes rolled back couldn't step it up)
I could know when to come on to it
It's the thought that emerges
(Take back couldn't step it up)
I could never love the ion change
They have been the ones who've seen enough
this is what you call love?
They stole my lies,
Sold right and all,
They wandered around and round my mouth,
They stole my lie,
Sold right and all,
(Stole it all, Stole it all),
They have been the ones who've seen enough
They went back on us
(Until his eyes rolled back couldn't step it up)
I could know when to come on to it
It's the thought that emerges
(Take back couldn't step it up)
I could never love the ion change
You’ll be coming clean tonight
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:14 pm
Let's get some conversation going in here!
Lyrics time is over.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:16 pm
Kill my fun, then.
crying
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:22 pm
*shakes her head*
No, this is really all you need.
Make sure you have an empty
bladder before watching.
: D
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:24 pm
Punkie *shakes her head*
No, this is really all you need.
Make sure you have an empty
bladder before watching.
: D <********' right. heart
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:27 pm
Did either of you watch Twigger? crying
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:30 pm
Destin Did either of you watch Twigger? crying They won't work for me. gonk
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