08-25-2004, 03:12 AM | #401 |
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nope, enlighten us.......
last week i had the strangest dream where everything was exactly how it seemed where there was never any mystery of who shot john f. kennedy it was just a man with something to prove slightly bored and severely confused he steadied his rifle with his target in the center and became famous on that day in november don't wake me i plan on sleeping don't wake me i plan on sleeping in don't wake me i plan on sleeping don't wake me i plan on sleeping in then last night i had that strange dream where everything was exactly how it seemed where concerns about the world getting warmer people thought they were just being rewarded for treating others as they like to be treated for obeying stop signs and curing diseases for mailing letters with the address of the sender now we can swim any day in november don't wake me i plan on sleeping don't wake me i plan on sleeping in (now we can swim any day in november) don't wake me i plan on sleeping don't wake me i plan on sleeping in don't wake me i plan on sleeping in don't wake me i plan on sleeping oOo oOo oOo Last edited by korme : 08-25-2004 at 03:20 AM. |
08-25-2004, 06:55 AM | #402 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
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[Best Friend] It's been 10 days
It shouldn't last this long The doctors' mystified Nothing's physically wrong... [Wife] But maybe inside his head He's struggling to survive Would it help if we talked to him? Bring him back to life... [Best Friend and Pride] Do you remember that time We were showing off our brand new flashy bikes [Wife and Love] You looked so fine Until you both fell over and then started to cry! [Best Friend and Pride] Do you recall that day Fearlessly we climbed the highest tower [Wife and Love] Then you became afraid Too scared to climb down you stayed up there for hours! [Best Friend and Pride] Do you remember that time? [Wife and Love] Do you recall that day? [Wife and Love] Do remember that time Alone at last, naked by the fire [Best Friend and Pride] Then all your friends came by, They rushed in the room and you had no time to hide [Wife and Love] Do you recall that day, You proposed to me fell down to your knee [Best Friend and Pride] You didn't know what to say, So she knelt down too, for she thought you'd lost your keys! [Wife and Love] Do you remember that time? [Best Friend and Pride] Do you recall that day? [Passion] Can you see her light Shining through the black She's reaching out to you What's holding you back? [Reason] Can you feel her warmth Glowing on your skin Don't repress the memories Let them all in...
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08-27-2004, 11:49 AM | #403 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
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Carrying your ashes from bar to bar
I'm in a mess & you're in a Mason jar With you under my arm like a football I'm not ready to let go & that is all You were never big on conversation And that hasn't changed since your cremation And I feel most times like you do You know I feel most times like you do I wish that I was hardnosed Fight a forest fire with a garden hose And be brave enough right now to start on something new You were right there in the urn, light as a feather If my hands weren't shaky I'd glue you back together This watering hole was our favourite stop So I'll take off the lid and pour a drink down the top, for you And I'll pull down on that magic lever That makes it stay the past forever And I feel most times like you do You know I feel most times like you do Someone's stabbed my voodoo doll Now it hurts each time that nature calls And you're lucky that nature's finished calling out to you You were down to your very last little belt loop But you were tougher than a pitbull in the paratroops And if you're afraid of getting hurt, you suffer more ills Like the hypochondriac who dies choking on his pills So I should swallow really hard & deal with this pain Cause I'm as wasted as a neatfreak in a hurricane And I feel most times like you do You know I feel most times like you do I thought I was the one that died And this was heaven's weird amusement ride But you pinched me in the dream & I saw it wasn't true... So now I'm dumping your ashes on the floor And we'll laugh as people slip on you while coming in this door And I'll drink on what you said to stop my feet draggin' "No one dog's bark should ever stop the wagon."
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08-27-2004, 12:22 PM | #404 |
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A deep dark secret down at the bottom
But this bay can't keep it unforgotten. And a story that was told has now grown taller than we'd ever wish to be Beyond belief... I'll grab the boat if you go grab the anchor, The tarp and twine and the weights that sank her. They weren't enough look who showed up A new light shed is shining through. Illuminating you as we lay Side by side, dead and broken Our lives aren't the same since the night yours went stolen. Blood ran black beneath the moonlight. Your lover's blood ran cold, Cutting off the hands he used to hold. A deep dark secret down at the bottom But this bay can't keep it unforgotten. And a story that was told has now grown taller than we'd ever wanna be Beyond Belief... Side by side, dead and broken Our Hearts aren't the same since the night yours went stolen. Blood ran black beneath the moonlight. Your lover's blood ran cold, Cutting off the hands he used to hold. We used to hold. |
09-01-2004, 01:01 AM | #405 |
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Location: Bloodbuzz Ohio
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Well I'm blowing smoke out of your window
And you're slipping back into your dress You know you were always such a lady I've always been impressed But gentlemen They don't ask questions Just keep quiet She'll pay attention Gentlemen don't ask questions We could pay attention I said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." Well I pictured you in blue But I have to say I'm more partial to the red Deep, dark, and devastating Leaving no question as to where you've been I calm the crowd by keeping quiet Move like a shadow up to your matress Gentlemen don't ask questions We could pay attention Do you think he'd be better ('Cause we're down for competition) Doing what I do best? Do you think he'd be better (This could all be on purpose) Doing what I do best? I said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." Do you think he'd be better Doing what I do best? Do you think he'd be better Doing what I do best? Do you think he'd be better ('Cause we're down for competition) Doing what I do best? Do you think he'd be better (This could all be on purpose) Doing what I do best? I said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles Before your folks are up and looking for some answers." |
09-16-2004, 12:00 AM | #406 |
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She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable And all that she intends And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label She says she's ashamed And can she take me for awhile And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past But maybe I'm not able And I break at the bend We're here and now, but will we ever be again 'Cause I have found All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade Away again She dreams a champagne dream Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper Lavender and cream Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her She says that love is for fools who fall behind And I'm somewhere in between I never really know A killer from a savior 'Til I break at the bend It's too far away for me to hold It's too far away... Guess I'll let it go |
09-16-2004, 02:30 PM | #407 |
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Can you still remember
How it seemed that we could live forever in a lovers dream? And falling was the best part But now you know the things you cling to Your heart can start to grow. You, you're walking away. I've been there now I know what to say I'm the king of yesterday. A silly little love song for myself. It's all I ever do you know I shine the shell. A pretty little picture, the face of you. You were my setting sun and now you're every view. |
09-16-2004, 07:38 PM | #408 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
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Oh its so hard to believe
Like a bad dream you cannot wake from Cause we used to sing songs together and weather the changes that come If life apart is impossible And I know anything's possible We'll wait five years and meet on the very spot we once called home And I went from passionate lover to father and brother to her And she kept her magic from me for what seemed like an eternity If life apart is impossible And I know anything's possible We'll wait five years and meet on the very spot we once called home Now you have got to understand we had dropped each other's hand so long ago And sunk into a deep despair nobody in love should ever know or feel It's sad but only in the sense we were young and innocent back then And we were a story book couple the kind of stuff dreams are made of Yeah living proof that love exists we could have inspired you But something failed in our master plan And far away our happiness ran It took so long to see what I'd never really seen before Now you have got to understand we had dropped each other's hand so long ago And sunk into a deep despair nobody in love should ever know or feel It's sad but only in the sense that we were young and innocent back then I never once towards the end saw the friend that she could have been And she was too angry to see all the patience she needed from me If life apart is impossible And I know anything's possible We'll wait five years and meet on the very spot we once called home Now you have got to understand we had dropped each other's hand so long ago And sunk into a deep despair nobody in love should ever know or feel It's sad but only in the sense we were young and innocent back then And if there is a change of heart let me introduce you to the plan
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09-17-2004, 01:48 PM | #409 |
Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi
Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: Kennesaw, GA
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They love me like I was their brother
They protect me, listen to me. They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy nice dream, nice dream Nice Dream I call up my friend the good angel But she's out with, her answer-phone. She says that she'd love to come help but The sea would electrocute us all nice dream, nice dream nice dream, nice dream Nice dream, if you think that you're strong enough Nice dream, if you think you belong enough Nice dream, if you think that you're strong enough Nice dream, if you think you belong enough (Now come home, now come home) (Now come home, now come home) nice dream, nice dream nice dream, nice dream |
09-19-2004, 05:03 PM | #410 |
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Join Date: May 2001
Location: Bloodbuzz Ohio
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We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental That's why I'm instrumental Vibrations is what I'm into Yeah, I need my loot by rent day But that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte I'm tryina give us "us free" like Cinque I can't stop, that's why I'm hot Determination, dedication, motivation I'm talking to you, my many inspirations When I say I can't, let you or self down If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff And you slipped down the side and clinched on to your life in my grip I would never, ever let you down And when these words are found Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love That's why my breath is felt by the deaf And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind I, too, dream in color and in rhyme So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth A touch of God reigns out |
09-20-2004, 09:28 AM | #411 |
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And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
and I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard and I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on and I will never need umbrellas in the rain I'll wake up in strawberry fields everyday and the atrocities of school I can forgive The happy phantom has no right to bitch Oo who- The time is getting closer Oo who- Time to be a ghost Oo who- Everyday we're getting closer The sun is getting dim Will we pay for who we've been So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel They'll be my ticket to the universal opera There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand and then these seven little men get up to dance They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen I'm still the angel to the girl who hates to sin Oo whoo- The time is gettin closer Oo who- The time to be a ghost Oo who- Everyday we're getting closer The sun is getting dim Will I pay for who I've been Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back You found a girl that you could truly love again Will you still call for me when she falls asleep or do we soon forget the things we cannot see Oo who- The time is getting closer Oo who- The time to be a ghost Oo who- Everyday we're getting closer The sun is getting dim Will I pay for who I been And if I die today And if I die today And if I die today Chasin' nuns out in the yard
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09-27-2004, 03:51 PM | #412 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
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Please, mom, tuck my football comforter in stove
warm. Gloss photo Jaworski. I'll sleep dreams boy seven. Destroying surface mars. Camping T. Ben Johnson. Cub scout tames autumn Michigan. We'll sleep, troop eleven catching snipes. Flashlight. Jane's kissing my blushing cheek. I'll learn. Only ten years later cursed to see me lay dead. Dumbest fatality. Auto crash. She could do anything except save me. Kindergarten leisure suit. Brother, stitches tin can thrown cuts. I'll sleep lofty tree fort. Shot my pellet gun. Dad, two sons fish turtle lake. Blue gills caught below the damn line. We'll sleep. Small tent campground. Watch the heat lightning. Jane's wearing my class ring. I'll learn. Sixteen. Driver's license. Car. She'll breathe me dead. Dumbest fatality. Turned too late. They could do anything except calm her. Now it's time to fly. Celebration. Triumphant. Jubilation. Atheist. M-66 faint sirens. I'm left eating my steering wheel. I'll sleep. Worms will listen. Worms underground. Whisper softly drowsiness. My turn. Tribute should be drunk and pissed off, my friends. Dead. Dumbest fatality. Burn the husk. If you do anything, think fondly of me.
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09-29-2004, 01:44 AM | #413 |
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Hip hop has blown my mind
John Cash has done his time When you and I were in the weeds drinkin wine With that English singer and your hip hop thighs From guns on the roof to the acid jazz To the reels and rhymes of that Gaelic trash Dancin with the ex-lead singer of the Clash Guns on the bar and his hands on your American ass |
09-30-2004, 01:21 AM | #414 |
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Ooooooh - stop
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse But there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind Where is my mind Where is my mind Way out in the water See it swimmin' I was swimmin' in the Carribean Animals were hiding behind the rock Except the little fish But they told me, he swears Tryin' to talk to me to me to me Where is my mind Where is my mind Where is my mind Way out in the water See it swimmin' ? With your feet in the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse If there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind Where is my mind Where is my mind Ooooh With your feet in the air and your head on the ground Ooooh Try this trick and spin it, yeah Ooooh Ooooh |
09-30-2004, 01:33 AM | #415 |
Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi
Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: Kennesaw, GA
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While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance And this just feels like spinning plates I'm living in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinning plates My body is floating down the muddy river |
09-30-2004, 01:46 AM | #416 |
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I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards Pieces of planes and black box recorders Don't lie And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses That sense DNA on barbed wire fences Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect That has no alibi New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven I watched flies fuck on channel 11 There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink And there's no ring on the phone anymore There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry But at the right place at the right time I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit For anyone but me And at the right place at the right time It will have been worth it to stand in line And you won't have to stop Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me Your private eye |
09-30-2004, 01:56 AM | #417 |
Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi
Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: Kennesaw, GA
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You had something to hide
Should have hidden it, shouldn't you Now you're not satisfied With what you're being put through It's just time to pay the price For not listening to advice And deciding in your youth On the policy of truth Things could be so different now It used to be so civilized You will always wonder how It could have been if you'd only lied It's too late to change events It's time to face the consequence For delivering the proof In the policy of truth Never again Is what you swore The time before Never again Is what you swore The time before Now you're standing there tongue tied You'd better learn your lesson well Hide what you have to hide And tell what you have to tell You'll see your problems multiplied If you continually decide To faithfully pursue The policy of truth Never again Is what you swore The time before Never again Is what you swore The time before |
09-30-2004, 02:00 AM | #418 |
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I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene I've got some bad ideas involving you and me I don't blame you for walking away I touched myself had thoughts of flames I shat the bed and laid there in it Thinking of you wide awake for days Wide awake for days And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain You couldn't crack a smile I didn't catch your name I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me I swear it's not contagious In four short steps we can erase this Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one I'm like a broken record I've got a needle scratching me It injects the poison of alcohol I.V. I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me I swear it's not contagious I swear to God it's not contagious Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop off at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one This could be love - love for fire This could be love - love for fire This could be love - love for fire This could be love for fire forevermore Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop off at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one One by one |
09-30-2004, 02:11 AM | #419 |
Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi
Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: Kennesaw, GA
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That there, that's not me
I go where I please I walk through walls I float down the Liffey I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here, I'm not here In a little while I'll be gone The moment's already passed Yeah, it's gone I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here, I'm not here Strobe lights and blown speakers Fireworks and hurricanes I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here, I'm not here.... |
09-30-2004, 02:16 AM | #420 |
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I thought that you were joking
When you said you couldn't breathe You said you couldn't breathe Turns out that you were choking On a town you couldn't leave You knew you'd never leave It met your disapproval at the age of 8 years old You were only 8 years old From then on there was no removal From that one way dead end road That one way dead end road I thought that you were laughing When you cried your eyeballs out You cried your eyeballs out And i don't mean to be prying But what were you so sad about What are you still sad about Met your disappointment at the age of 9 years old You were only 9 years old From then on there would be no ointment To take away these burns To make that pain grow dull and forever ain't that long When your smile's stuck in your head like a pop song All you think about is death Your dirty head has gone unswept for way too long now For way too long now I thought that you were sleeping When i found you there in bed I found you there in bed When i touched you you were freezing It turned out that you were dead It turned out that you were dead It met your disapproval at the age of 8 years old You were only 8 years old From then on there was no removal From your fucked up head and your broken home and forever ain't that long When your smile's stuck in your head like a pop song All you think about is death Your dirty head has gone unswept for way too long now For way too long now For way too long now For way too long now |
09-30-2004, 02:26 AM | #421 |
Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi
Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: Kennesaw, GA
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Are you hungry?
Are you sick? Are you begging for a break? Are you sweet? Are you fresh? Are you strung up by the wrists? We want the young blood Are you fracturing? Are you torn at the seams? Would you do anything? Flea-bitten? Motheaten? We suck young blood We suck young blood Won't let the creeping ivy Won't let the nervous bury me Our veins are thin Our rivers poisoned We want the sweet meats We want the young blood |
10-03-2004, 10:55 PM | #422 |
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emma appeared like an angel
emma fell like rain into my lap like a heart attack like lightning from her name im running dry of bad excuses don't wanna lie or seem intrusive but time hasn't told me anything and neither has she a pointsettia in poison rain traded true love for insult and injury we washed it down the drain with one silver bullet and two vicodin emma woke up in darkness suitcase already packed note on the bedstand signed in blood 'sincerely never coming back' a nightmare on my street the day she arrive a nightmarish househole in which she died cause it made her feel at home somehow made me feel at home a pointsettia in poison rain traded true love for insult and injury we washed it down the drain with one wooden stake to the heart and two vicodin a pointsettia in posion rain traded true love for insult and injury we washed it down the drain with one silver bullet and two vicodin we watched the sun fall crown on a city that sleeps in a world upside down a slow ticket straight out of town you went out with a bang when you took with you all my dreams underground with you all my dreams underground with you all my dreams underground with you all my dreams underground |
10-03-2004, 11:04 PM | #423 |
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*working off of running, nightmare, silver bullet I'm thinking 'monster'...
She had an horror of rooms she was tired you can't hide beat When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home She could've been a killer if she didn't walk the way she do, and she do She opened strange doors that we'd never close again She began to wail jealousies scream Waiting at the light know what I mean Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared She asked me to stay and I stole her room She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind Now she's stupid in the street and she can't socialise Well I love the little girl and I'll love her till the day she dies She wails Jimmy's guitar sound jealousies scream Waiting at the light know what I mean Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Run, Run, Run |
10-04-2004, 01:55 AM | #424 |
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(an old *wink wink* classic.... off the jealousies line... )
Tell me do you think it'd be all right If I could just crash here tonight You can see I'm in no shape for driving And anyway I've got no place to go And you know it might not be that bad You were the best I'd ever had If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago I might not be alone Tomorrow we can drive around this town And let the cops chase us around The past is gone but something might be found To take its place...hey jealousy And you can trust me not to think And not to sleep around If you don't expect too much from me You might not be let down Cause all I really want is to be with you Feeling like I matter too If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago I might be here with you Tomorrow we can drive around this town And let the cops chase us around The past is gone but something might be found To take its place...hey jealousy She took my heart There's only one thing I couldn't start Last edited by TLK : 10-04-2004 at 01:58 AM. |
11-04-2004, 04:33 PM | #425 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
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Location: In Absentia
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That's luck, she led, we should be dead
We eyed the wreck. Good god, we said She plants one kiss, for the road, on my chest Sirens came after we left Christine, come crash on my floor That's life, she said, we should be dead We should be stars and perfect tens And that's just three off the top of my head Once again, you're a godsend Christine, come crash on my floor That's true, she said, we should dead I should be sleeping in your bed Instead, I'll crash on your floor Christine, come crash on my floor
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11-05-2004, 01:07 AM | #426 |
Go Reds
Join Date: May 2001
Location: Bloodbuzz Ohio
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Shut out, pimpled and angry.
I quietly tied all my guts into knots. Gave up on trying to make them, I figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides... It was undeniably clear to me i don't know why When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters I knew what worthless dregs we've always been. Lucked out and found my favorite records Lying in wait at the birmingham mall. The songs that i heard, The occasional book Were the only fun i ever took. And i got on with making myself. The trick is just making yourself. But when they're parking their cars on your chest You've still got a view of the summer sky To make it hurt twice when your restless body Caves to its whims And suddenly struggles to take flight... Three thousand miles north east I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads. "what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love." Yes i know but i must say in my own defense It's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters I knew the worthless dregs we are, The selfless, loving saints we are, The melting, sliding dice we've always been. |
11-05-2004, 01:09 AM | #427 |
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Location: Whittier
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Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say,
"Please share my umbrella." Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows under my umbrella. All that summer we enjoyed it, wind and rain and shine. That umbrella we employed it. By August, she was mine. Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop. Sometimes she'd shop, and she would show me what she'd bought. All the people stared as if we were both quite insane. Someday my name and hers are going to be the same. That's the way the whole thing started. Silly, but it's true. Thinking of a sweet romance beginning in a queue. Came the sun the ice was melting, no more sheltering now. Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow. |
11-05-2004, 05:43 AM | #428 | |
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Quote:
wow... AC Newman? |
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11-05-2004, 06:44 AM | #429 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
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Damn straight! Slow Wonder is a top 10 album for me so far this year (and the year is almost over...).
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11-05-2004, 06:54 AM | #430 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
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This is from another top 10 nominee, Ken Stringfellow's (ex-Posies) Soft Commands:
On this side a man, his hand on the free world An army at his command Driving to the make-out point on the shores Of the lake of the Damned And we say "Ain't love grand?" When you find someone who loves you like that You want them back in your life He calls from the car He speaks through a speechwriter Trying to sound less needy Hoping to hear "I'd love you to lead me" "Show me your strengths and I'll show you what surrender can be" When you find someone who loves you like that You want them back in your life "If I have to burn the world to get your attention Don't make it tempting, don't make it tempting" "We'll be together, someday, I know this I promised it to myself Playing old records over and over High On a mountain somewhere Breathing in that desert air, somewhere, where No one can touch us Sharing a dream as a prisoner screams Hands on the switch as we throw it - together" When you find someone who loves you like that You want them back in your life
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11-08-2004, 04:20 PM | #431 |
Go Reds
Join Date: May 2001
Location: Bloodbuzz Ohio
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Half smoked cigarettes and you're the trash that infests my sheets
can't make a wife out of a whore, don't want your skin on me And you're, you're addicted to the drug of lust A de-tox in the cold sweat of shame and I love your pain I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel I'll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf So this love's been worn down, like songs on a tape The sex has lost all of its fun, like gum loses taste And you're, you're addicted to the drug of lust, A de-tox in the cold sweat of shame and I love your pain I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel I'll lose you somewhere on the shelf I'm here lying in your bed babe Remember what you said to me "You can be my james dean, I'll be your sweet queen" I said that you were my first, but you weren't even close now Like a frame in a movie, you're just one of many Can you grant me one last wish Play russian roulette as we kiss I'll be your cheap novelty Blow your brains out on me I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel I'll lose you somewhere on the shelf |
11-08-2004, 09:39 PM | #432 |
Team Chaplain
Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: Just outside Des Moines, IA
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Golden bars of sunlight come sneaking through the shutters
Laying stripes on my back like a zebra. Sweaty fingers turning pages And clinging to the bedlight "It's a bride, and I never want to leave her" Paul calls me a saint, And the mattress shakes with laughter While the sheets let out a chuckle, And the pillow holds one in. I don't believe a word I read But the man is so convincing Says he's callin' me a winner of a game I never win. But with every word I read I feel your eyes upon me And I don't mind at all I love the way you look at me, The way you turn your eyes to see the bride beneath the harlot's skin The virtue underneath the sin I love the way you look at me When you lift the veil and you repeat your vows Step out of the shower Wash and scrub and scour every part As if a cleaner man could better bear the shame I step out into the sunlight, A frightened fool, there's reason for my fright For I'm a messenger whose forgotten why he came But with every step I take I feel your eyes upon me And I don't mind at all I love the way you look at me, The way you turn your eyes to see the bride beneath the harlot's skin The virtue underneath the sin I love the way you look at me When you lift the veil and you repeat your vows For when you look at me You see every drop of blood you spent Like the color that comes creeping to my face It such sweet embarrassment To see the dowry that you paid For my cold embrace But I'll never, never, never let you go because I love the way you look at me...
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11-10-2004, 01:38 AM | #433 |
Pro Starter
Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: Allen Park, MI
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Ive got a book of matches
Ive got a can of kerosene Ive got some bad ideas, involving you and me I don?t blame you for walking away I touch myself at thoughts of flames I shat the bead and layed there in it Thinking of you, wide awake for days Wide awake for days And I found you tounge tied My twisted little brain You couldnt crack a smile I didnt catch your name I don?t blame you for walking away Id do the same if I saw me I swear it?s not contagious Four short steps we can erase this Step one, slit my throat Step two, play in my blood Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing Out of the house Step four, stop at lake michigan and wrinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers One by one One by one Im like a broken record Ive got a needle scratching me It injects the poison of alchohol iv I don?t blame you for walking away Id do the same if I saw me I swear it?s not contagious I swear to God it?s not contagious Step one, slit my throat Step two, play in my blood Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing Out of the house Step four, stop at berkley marina and wrinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers One by one This could be love (love for fire) This could be love (love for fire) This could be love For fire, for ever more Step one, slit my throat Step two, play in my blood Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing Out of the house Step four, stop off at pittsburg peir and wrinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers One by one One by one Last edited by TLK : 11-10-2004 at 01:39 AM. |
11-10-2004, 07:16 AM | #434 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
Join Date: Nov 2000
Location: In Absentia
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Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds.
Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day. Spills the kitten's milk. Cuts my hands. I place the knife to the ham of her face. Her face. Say you have to die and I'll keep cutting. Say you have to die and I'll keep cutting you. It's a magic world. Swim erratic in the water. Thick as gelatin. No skin. No skin. Mick my friend. Some day our understanding will be described as lovers swapping lies. As how man and dog relate. I'm under the table. Drop the plate. Butterfly. Maggot.
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11-11-2004, 01:30 AM | #435 |
Pro Starter
Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: Allen Park, MI
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Do you remember the story of the boy and his first date?
She took him to the lake and he fell in love She spent one summer waking up between his arms She told him how good that felt, told him he was the one And then she went away, his calls were not returned He went to see her but her eyes were burning a different stare The focus was somewhere else And that feeling had somehow disappeared Do you remember when they both drove out of state? Stealing kisses behind her cousins back, with a love so strong tell me who could wait When it seems so right and it feels so right Man, it had to be right When it seems so right and it feels so right Man, it had to be right gotta be right When it seems so right and it feels so right Man, it had to be right But then she went away and she's not coming back and I'm pretty sure that boy is staying in tonight |
11-11-2004, 07:16 AM | #436 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
Join Date: Nov 2000
Location: In Absentia
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Nobody told me, guess I could've just asked how you were, how you were
It seems like forever since you told me you dropped out of school And came back to the west where they say life's the best And I haven't heard a thing about the boy No I haven't heard a thing about the boy Though I try to understand this I don't know what it is Cause I haven't heard a thing about the boy I tried to remember you and me and how it was way back then, before him With morning come the birds, with birds come the light Au revoir, adios, good night, sweet night And I haven't heard a thing about the boy No I haven't heard a thing about the boy Though I try to understand you I don't know who you are Cause I haven't heard a thing about the boy Good night, sweet night Good night, sweet night Good night, sweet night Good night, sweet night
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M's pitcher Miguel Batista: "Now, I feel like I've had everything. I've talked pitching with Sandy Koufax, had Kenny G play for me. Maybe if I could have an interview with God, then I'd be served. I'd be complete." |
11-14-2004, 10:51 PM | #437 |
Pro Starter
Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: Allen Park, MI
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You were like a toilet bowl at the end of the rainbow
Something like a pot of gold stuck under my pillow Keeping me up at night you kept my head spinning And wishing there were windows to throw you from Throw you from Day or night Fuck if I know Hard to tell with no fucking window And sundials What good are sundials once the sun is gone? What are you good for? And we laid in my bed like a train wreck And we both got laid like concrete And we fought like soldiers But we died.. we died like flies Day or night Fuck if I know Hard to tell with no fucking window And sundials What good are sundials once the sun is gone? What are you good for? |
11-15-2004, 05:55 AM | #438 |
Coordinator
Join Date: Oct 2000
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I got a letter today
An invitation And the writing looked like you Hello how are you and by the way Please RSVP I do I thought of writing sad words of how it used to be But I didn't want to bring you down I guess the bells will ring pretty well there without me Don't worry 'bout me baby I'll wear the thorny crown I will play the clown If you think that I don't love you, you're just wrong And that don't matter now anyway I couldn't bear to see you up there with a white dress on Here's my vow to you I'll stay away I remember when in a lover's whisper you said No other man would ever share your bed Well we both know that's not been so And I wish I'd never let you go now You found a better man instead I wish you health and wealth and a white house on the hill and I I hope you raise a family Little boy and a little girl, a little more joy in this little old world Well, that'd be enough for me If you think that I don't love you, you're just wrong And that don't matter now anyway I couldn't bear to see you up there with a white dress on Here's my vow to you I'll stay away Time rolls on And dreams they die And I've thrown out the pictures I had of you and I And if you're ever wondering if love can be true Well, think of me remember darling like I, like I do Ole friendships fade away, love falls apart But you've not spent a single day outside my heart And there's just one more dream that I have left for you I hope you're smiling when he turns around and says I do… I do |
11-17-2004, 04:04 AM | #439 |
Coordinator
Join Date: Oct 2000
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Kenesaw Mountain Landis was a bad mother fucker
He was seventeen feet tall, he had a hundred and fifty wives He didn't do that much except he saved the game of baseball He put two and two together and he noticed it was four Now the treachery of Shoeless Joe can't hurt us anymore And he'll always be remembered as Kenesaw Mountain Landis Fellow named Joe Jackson was a fielder for the Black Sox And he always wore his black socks, but he never wore no shoes He weren't the nicest fellow and he had a couple problems Cause he drank a lot and he beat his wife and he always acted rude He killed and ate some babies and he copped an attitude And the one man that he hated most was Kenesaw Mountain Landis The mafia said Shoeless Joe You should really run this show You should be the guy who owns baseball And all you really gotta do Is help us make a buck or two We'll bet on the other team You'll lose the game but make it seem Like nothing could be further from the truth Shoeless Joe did what they said he dropped a couple fly balls And he walked up to the pitcher and he poked him in the eye And in the seventh inning with the Black Sox nearly beaten There was someone who was watching from his blimp above the stands Cradling a rifle in his thick and meaty hands And as if you hadn't guessed yet it was Kenesaw Mountain Landis Kenesaw said drop that glove Or I swear by God above I'll make you regret playing baseball And Shoeless Joe looked up and saw The silver rifle's gaping maw And though no one had noticed yet His underwear was getting wet He peed himself in front of everyone Shoeless Joe was finished but he couldn't quite admit it So he raised his middle finger up above the other four And Kenesaw took careful aim and fired a single bullet And he shot that dirty finger off and he dropped his trusty gun And everybody in the stands knew that he had won And today they still refer to him as Kenesaw Mountain Landis Shoeless Joe left baseball and because a famous pop star And he asked the musical question is she really going out with him He had a couple albums and a comeback in the 80's But he never won a Grammy and he never was the same And he never could be satisfied with critical acclaim Cause the critics all confused him with the great Elvis Costello Yes the critics all confused him with the great Elvis Costello |
11-30-2004, 01:00 AM | #440 |
Pro Starter
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Location: Allen Park, MI
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my favorite Costello song....
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours? What goes on in that place in the dark? Well I used to know a girl and I could have sworn that her name was Veronica Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own and a delicate look in her eye These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her name is Veronica Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes, Veronica has gone to hide? and all the time she laughs at those who shout her name and steal her clothes. Veronica, Veronica, Veronica Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane? Did he roam down the town all the while? did you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door, reaching out for Veronica Well it was all of sixty-five years ago When the world was the street where she lived And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea With a picture of Veronica On the "Empress of India" And as she closed her eyes upon the world and picked upon the bones of last week's news She spoke his name outloud again Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes, Veronica has gone to hide? and all the time she laughs at those who shout her name and steal her clothes. Veronica, Veronica, Veronica Veronica sits in her favorite chair she sits very quiet and still and they call her a name that they never get right and if they don't then nobody else will well she used to have a carefree mind of her own with a devilish look in her eye saying you can call me anything you like but my name is Veronica Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes, Veronica has gone to hide? and all the time she laughs at those who shout her name and steal her clothes. Veronica, Veronica, Veronica |
12-09-2004, 03:49 PM | #441 |
Go Reds
Join Date: May 2001
Location: Bloodbuzz Ohio
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hard to find a connection, all i got was devilish-> hell
I'm on fire And the day is feeling hopeless You'd see me burning but the burning's turning smokeless Soon I won't feel at all No It's electric the neon hurt inside your phone call The layered sadness and the madness it revolves Bringing down the walls where you found her No Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days my... reds and grays So you don't hurt so much And now I'm static As your sky is turning purple and gray I'm learning that the further that I crawl The farther that I fall, is that ok? No And you're in pieces As your world becomes a rainstorm You've got no shelter I'm a thousand miles away If you survive the day You say your leaving You say your leaving Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days my... reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So you don't hurt so much Never again will we fire this gun No never again your the only one No never again but you're already gone. I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days my... reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So much So much So much So much |
12-10-2004, 10:31 PM | #442 |
Pro Starter
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I gave up on you a long time ago
How can you blame me? We made plans to meet and you never showed You kept me waiting They said everything would work out just fine They said you'd help me But as it turns out it was all a lie And they're off someplace far away laughing at me You've been there for me one time in my life But it didn't matter You came and went so fast all my hope And faith in you shattered And now here I sit alone in this room No one to confide in You watched all my dreams come apart at the seams You laughed, you left, you waited in hiding Bless me dark father I have sinned I've done it before and I'll do it again Cuz it keeps me warm, and makes you smile Been beneath me all the while Hell yes You gave up on me along time ago I can't say I blame you I rejected the faith in your holy rays Is what it comes down to They said everything would work out just fine I just went crazy But I'm better now having a good time Being selfish, and drunken, and vulgar, and lazy Bless me dark father I have sinned I've done it before and I'll do it again Cuz it keeps me warm, and makes you smile Been beneath me all the while Bless me dark father I can't win Without you I'm as good as dead Cuz you keep me warm, you make me smile You've been on my shoulder all the while Whispering sweet nothings Whispering sweet nothings Whispering sweet nothings You've been whispering sweet nothings |
12-11-2004, 12:40 AM | #443 |
Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi
Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: Kennesaw, GA
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Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life Didn't succeed, thank the Lord For small mercies Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again Sixteen candles burn in her mind She takes the blame, it's always the same She goes down on her knees and prays I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything Found new life in Jesus Christ Hit by a car, ended up On a life support machine Summer's day, as she passed away Birds were singing in the summer sky Then came the rain, and once again A tear fell from her mother's eye I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing |
12-11-2004, 02:25 AM | #444 |
Coordinator
Join Date: Oct 2000
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When we arrived late to the wake,
Stole the urn while they looked away, And drove to the beach 'cause I knew you'd want it that way. And you were standing on the hood of the car Singing out loud when the sun came up. And I know I wasn't right, but it felt so good. And your mother didn't mind, like I thought she would. And that REM song was playing in my mind. And three and a half minutes, felt like a lifetime It felt like a lifetime |
12-11-2004, 02:55 AM | #445 |
Head Coach
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Colorado Springs
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While I loved my aunt. But she died.
And my Uncle Lou. But he died. I'm searching for something which can't be found, but I'm hoping. I still dream of dad. Though he died. Everything Dies! |
12-11-2004, 04:07 PM | #446 |
Go Reds
Join Date: May 2001
Location: Bloodbuzz Ohio
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You must die I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the bird He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve In front of the Beatles' tour bus A Bookmobile and a Mack truck Hauling hazardous biological waste The light turns red you have no brakes And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape So you can see the look on your face Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die I hope your Pinto begins to spin Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner Perhaps even the British Royal Family And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy And we can't forget the newlyweds And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead I hope this helps to emphasize I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope your cellmate thinks he's God But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob" Serving time again for abuse of a corpse Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse While he masturbates to photos of livestock He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance" And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson And forces you to play a game called "Balls On Chin" And whatever happens next is all a blur But you remember "fist" can be a verb And when you finally regain consciousness You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress And the prison guard looks the other way Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day I hope this helps to emphasize I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope you die |
12-11-2004, 04:32 PM | #447 |
Grizzled Veteran
Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: San Jose, CA
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I had a brother once who drowned in a bathtub
before he'd ever learned how to talk And I don't know what his name was, but my mother does,I heard her say it once Padraic my Prince, I've all but died from the sheer weight of my shame you cried but noone came, and the water filled your tiny lungs. Appear my dear, and sing for me. Six years ago today I laid you in your grave. Your sweet young skin was shining then, too And so tonight to celebrate I will poison myself Another coughing, shaking fit In a bathroom that is spinning So I close the door and my rest my head on the tile floor Sickness and sleep turning me cold And I'm still not sure Is there a better place I could be headed towards Where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome. I saw the future once, I was drunk in a phonebooth My eyes were wet and red, but I could not tell what was said. And through the screams of the traffic voices carried saying I am sorry On a day so gray it's black inside watching churches on TV In a coma you don't dream, you just hope that someone sits with you babies turn blue when they're ignored like the sky on a summer day Before you turn and walk away it has changed you And so tonight to compensate I will poison myself Another coughing, shaking fit In a bathroom that is spinning.
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12-11-2004, 06:28 PM | #448 |
Head Coach
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Colorado Springs
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The psychotic woman, who lives downstairs.
Is out in the hallway, with curlers in her hair. She talks through the door. She talks a little more. I can't really see I think she's talking to me, and I said. What did you say? What did you say to me? What did you say? WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? Killing spree! Killing spree! The only kinda party that interests me! Killing spree! Killing spree! They'll show it live on NBC. I want to go on a six state killing spree with you baby. I wan to roll into Cheyenne Wyoming covered in the entrails of those we've slaughtered. I want the stench of death arriving in the air with us. I want a halo of flies. I want literary references. I want the wind to rull up behind us like a dark cloud, glittering with lightning. I want the townspeople to run. What did you say? What did you say to me? What did you say? WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? Killing spree! Killing spree! The only kinda party that interests me! Killing spree! Killing spree! I blame it all on MTV! |
12-12-2004, 07:43 AM | #449 |
This guy has posted so much, his fingers are about to fall off.
Join Date: Nov 2000
Location: In Absentia
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That's my boy
American son Hope I'm not around When he gets the idea To buy a gun. That's our boy America's son Hope I'm not to blame When he gets the idea To kill someone. Have you ever really loved someone? Have you ever really loved someone? The flag's been broken By an enemy Raised on MTV Raised on you and me Have you ever really loved someone? Have you ever really loved someone? Gone, yeah, he's gone And I have known nothing 'bout you Yeah, he's gone And he's never coming back. Where's our saviour? I'm looking for a sign Just need something to clean The blood from my numb, weary mind Have you ever really loved someone? Have you ever really loved someone?
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12-14-2004, 04:57 AM | #450 |
Go Reds
Join Date: May 2001
Location: Bloodbuzz Ohio
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I've seen those eyes. I've watched them close at night.
And you breathe in and you breathe out again. Sister's coming over and I'm afraid to tell her secrets that I know. Painting without colors, it tends to make it better, it bleaches out the world. Was it the end - the end that kept you up till the morning? Was it the boy - the boy who stole your heart? The summer goes on and then dies quick without much warning. All things ordinary. Will you stay near my now? Don't leave this town until we've figured out, Between the two of us, we're strong enough - I feel that in your touch. Full from the dinner, but feeling somewhat thinner, aching in the chest. Kids behind the windows, calling out the answers to questions never asked. Was it the end - the end that kept you up till the morning? Was it the boy - the boy who stole your heart? The summer goes on and then dies quick without much warning. All things ordinary. Will you stay near my now? Don't leave this town until we've figured out, Between the two of us, we're strong enough - I feel that in your touch. I've seen those eyes. I've watched them close at night. And what queen comes in? Always goes out again. Will you stay near my now? Don't leave this town until we've figured out, Between the two of us, we're strong enough - I feel that in your touch. |
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