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like u know, that song, that ownbs the poo poo out of you, post the lyrics here |
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I hope the fences we mended Fall down beneath their own weight And I hope we hang on past the last exit I hope it's already too late |
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Jan 9, 2020 10:58
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Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying, trying to keep them alive There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where |
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Jan 9, 2020 11:00
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Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the various locals that she would meet There was Joshua, age 10, bully of the block Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. Crabtree and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler On her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor And she drew Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And she drew Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns Always said hello to passersby They'd ask her why she passed her time Attaching lines to concrete, but she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say "Hey, little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say "I'm busy, thank you much" |
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Jan 9, 2020 11:09
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And say, people, they don't understand Your girlfriends, they can't understand Your grandsons, they won't understand On top of this, I ain't ever gonna understand |
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Jan 9, 2020 11:16
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Mass sterilization Caused by Venereal disease Ah ha ha ha! |
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Jan 9, 2020 11:22
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Don stepped outside It felt good to be alone He wished he was drunk He thought about something he just said And how stupid it had sounded He really should forget about it He decided to piss, but he couldn't (A plane passed silently overhead) The streetlights, and the buds on the trees and the night, were still It finally came, he took a deep breath It made him feel strong, and determined To go back inside The light Their backs The conversations The couples, romancing, so natural His friends stare With eyes like the heads of nails The others Glances With amusement With evasion With contempt So distant With malice For being a sty in their engagement Like swimming underwater in the darkness Like walking through an empty house Speaking to an imaginary audience And being watched from outside by Someone without a key He could not dance to anything Don left And drove And howled And laughed At himself He felt he knew what that was Don woke up And looked at the night before He knew what he had to do He was responsible In the mirror He saw his friend |
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Jan 9, 2020 11:26
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Wistful in his widow’s peak So to speak, he stands A son confronts his father With his hat in his hands All the things you never could do I never can All the things I blamed on you I see I now do, too
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Jan 9, 2020 13:02
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It's the smell of hot summertime trash It's the city noise of a busy street It's a train derailed and a two car head on freeway crash Each time we meet "And if it comes as some sort of a surprise", she said "That I seem so composed, I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said, "Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose" Shadow am I! Shadow am I! The question of a person, no said reply Wolf am I! Wolf and Shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by Shadow am I! Shadow am I! Or like a wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks Wolf am I, and shadow She was graceful and green as a stem, But I walk heavy on delicate ground Oh there I go showing off again Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down! And there I go again To the next further removed level Of that same exact feigned humility! And this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea Shadow am I! Like a suspicion that's never confirmed But it's never denied Wolf am I! (No, "shadow" I think is better As I'm not something More like the absence of something) So shadow am I! The whole material world seems to me Like a newspaper headline It explicitly demands your attention And it may even contain some truth But what's really going on here? One day the water's gonna wash it away One day the water's gonna wash it away One day the water's gonna wash it away And on that day One day the water's gonna wash it away One day the water's gonna wash it away Nothing clever to say One day Nothing else to say |
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Jan 9, 2020 17:19
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Heather Papps posted:Oh there I go showing off again |
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Jan 9, 2020 17:21
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This part of the verse from Book of Soul always gets me, especially the way ab soul delivers it. You used to say that I could see the future You was wrong, 'cause you was in it And I was just with you the day before You said you loved me, I said I loved you more And as much I wanna cower, bid the mic adieu And fall off a loving tower tryna find you I gotta stay 'cause I remember that day I looked you in the face and told you: "Nothing can stop me, not even you" |
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Jan 9, 2020 17:44
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"When you find yourself a new enemy Can you take me down off the hook That you've been hanging me on?," he said With almost all the love gone And will the time soon come when you see fit The light will change Will you just look at it and stare And wonder, as the traffic moves, Why you're still sitting there All eyes are waiting for it The wind is at your back and it'll blow Without even having to know what you know We're waving our white flags We're hanging our heads out the high windows Just to see you make your way to the starting gate And go "Or maybe you could find a way to be nice See me coming up in a line And let a smile seep out" he swears that would be all it would be about He said, "Just a peace to settle over us No more words, no more making it up No victory And no up and leave" All eyes are waiting for it The wind is at your back and it'll blow Without even having to know what you know We're waving our white flags We're hanging our heads out the high window Just to see you make your way to the starting gate and go You're seven numbers away From never having to say Anything more "'Cause when you find yourself a new enemy Can you take me down off the hook That you've been hanging me on?," he said With almost all the love gone
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Jan 9, 2020 18:03
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BrownianMotion posted:I hope the fences we mended john darnielle is a legend for sure |
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Jan 9, 2020 18:03
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I'm feeling, unneeded, I'm seeing, believing, so that I can be but nothing else, maybe I'm a loser, no victory, 'cause I'm in it for life. I'm in it for life Deceiver, believer, can't finish what you've started, try feeling the pain of someone who suffers more, I feel the pain of everything, it's what I am, I'm in it for life, and I feel it for life, I'm in it for life, I feel it for life. |
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Jan 9, 2020 18:10
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always thought spencer krug wrote good lyrics: You are a waterfall Waiting inside a well You are a wrecking ball Before the building fell And every lightning rod Has got to watch the storm cloud come And I've heard of pious men And I've heard of dirty fiends But you don't often hear Of us ones in between And I've heard of creatures Who eat their babies And I wonder if they stop To think about the taste I saw the sun go down Outside of Arkansas And I saw the sun come up Somewhere in Illinois And in the darkness I taught myself to hate But where were you, oh where were you? And where the gently caress did the sun go? |
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Jan 9, 2020 18:16
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If you're wondering why All the love that you long for eludes you And people are rude and cruel to you I'll tell you why |
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Jan 9, 2020 18:20
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They'll teach at schools we were cold-blooded And that we spoke in fluent hurt How we all drowned as litter flooded We treat the Earth like it was dirt
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Jan 9, 2020 22:18
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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long-stem rose Everybody knows Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Ah, give or take a night or two Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah, when you've done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton For your ribbons and bows And everybody knows And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But there's gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through From the bloody cross on top of Calvary To the beach of Malibu Everybody knows it's coming apart Take one last look at this Sacred Heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows |
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Jan 9, 2020 22:19
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The entire album The Gutter and the Garden by Lovers is a lyrical masterpiece imo |
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Jan 9, 2020 23:08
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alnilam posted:The entire album The Gutter and the Garden by Lovers is a lyrical masterpiece imo Posting any individual part doesn't do it justice bc it builds, the whole album is like moody breakup feels put into music. but like here's one part Did you sleep okay? i drew your name above me in the air and left my longing there. did you never know how my room just turned cold and the night and the road and the sky behind my home is all the world afloat in the bubbles you blow? am i just made of soap and the breath of your throat? when i hold to you it's like letting go of a balloon My darling, your gums are soft as rhododendron buds i want to become the side of your lungs oh when you breathe in, just breathe me in is all the world afloat in your sleepy little boat? will i cough and choke chasing a bottle with a note? oh when you breathe in, just breathe me in |
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Jan 9, 2020 23:13
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Blowing on that endo, Gamecube, Nintendo |
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Jan 9, 2020 23:52
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Bits and pieces. "I tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past" " If the answer isn't violence, then neither is your silence" "Your picture of yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff" This is from the first song popping up on my playlist the day my mother died and it still makes me cry " I have a clock on the wall It tells time and that isn't all It tells me how long she's been gone" |
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Jan 10, 2020 00:24
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xcheopis posted:"I tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past" Tom Waits is a real poet |
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Jan 10, 2020 00:32
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alnilam posted:Tom Waits is a real poet And I don't especially like him, either, but every so often I have a "this, this is good" moment. |
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Jan 10, 2020 00:36
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Listen, listen, me no lie, we like stuff what makes us cry Why? Why? Why? Why? ---------------- |
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Jan 10, 2020 01:11
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Janey came back from the stand Smiling With the writing of Kafka in hand And a bunny in a can Slipping and sliding You feel yourself asking her Why would you want me to try? Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer Down where the devils are dying with laughter Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure She blows you a kiss from her lips She's your baby Those below us can not be renounced Cause they're talking And for once I wish they'd shut up their mouths Lock their doors and stay in the house And while you're inside there You might want to question the fact That you're not quite the same And look to the room where she's keeping so quiet A million layers of crust and deposit Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons You told her that this was for good She's your baby |
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Jan 10, 2020 01:33
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Looking kind of anxious in your cross-armed stance Like a bad-tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance And I claim I'm not excited with my life anymore So I blame this town, this job, these friends The truth is it's myself And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint who I am When I finally get it figured out I've changed the whole drat plan
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Jan 10, 2020 03:18
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Can't you see them, in obscene procession? Clad in fox fur, all cock-eyed and violent and insane. Pink and wobbling with all their possessions. Full of junk food and TV and booze and bottles of pain relief pills and oh, Don't you love 'em? They make life hell here. And pray there's heaven above 'em. Can't you smell 'em, in obscene procession? They stink of bacon, defoliant, fear and small cigars. Whiffs of semen and adulterous confession. Mixed with money and those little air fresheners hung in their cars and wardrobes and oh, Don't you hate 'em? So full of hot air. They need some warfare to deflate 'em. Animals beware Knives and forks that glare Never trust those scary humans. Being the worst especially when they're hungry. They make each other hungry. There's no need to be hungry. Not today. Can't you hear 'em, in obscene procession? It's called talking, it's how they betray their friends and more. Aren't you glad that you found out about 'em? Aren't you glad that you never evolved up anymore?
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Jan 10, 2020 03:28
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Earthbound to Johnny boy just picked up your message 'Bout those Balinese ikats you thought I might buy Now your voice on my machine is more alive than what you are Since your daredevil hang glider fell out of the sky Now Armand's looked all over but he can't find your car keys Were they under the tire? Were they under the seat? Because as it stands now your beloved white Aires Is fair game for the vandals up on Makapuu Street And your grandmother's number, we know it's here somewhere But Suze can't seem to find it, now she's losing control And so what about her, and little Eldon and Layla And that hypothetical spectre, your gilt-edged soul Which defied many perils, in the face of all reason And in so many settings and for all your young years Insisting on pure freedom for its too-short season Riding high on its ration of enchantment and fear Over the hill and into the next meadow and on and on and on In a near random universe there are still certain combinations Picked out from all other possible ones Which, when given some time and the just-right circumstances Not too far from the earth or too close to the sun They will dance and they'll spin in the embrace of the trade winds Playing havoc with the hearts and the upturned faces down below Until the laws of curved spacetime, susponed without warning Kick back in with a vengeance for the last act of the show Going too far too fast in that final wing over As your glider comes tumbling out of the clouds And you clutch at your chest but the chute never opens And they find you there tangled in that white nylon shroud When we get Grandma's number I think I'll just tell her Your boy’s home for Christmas, it was a hell of a ride And I know that some day you'll be showing me those blankets All covered in glory on the hereafter side, saying There was never any question, it was always all or nothing Surf and/or die |
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Jan 10, 2020 03:41
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Well I don't mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadence But I can't feed on the powerless When my cup's already overfilled Yeah But it's on the table The fire's cooking And they're farming babies The slaves are all working Blood is on the table The mouths are all choking But I'm goin' hungry Yeah I don't mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadence But I can't feed on the powerless When my cup's already overfilled But it's on the table The fire is cooking And they're farming babies The slaves are all working And it's on the table Their mouths are all choking But I'm going hungry (Going hungry)… |
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Jan 10, 2020 04:48
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This Boy is Exhausted by The Wrens, especailly the bolded lines Lock me in Tied to work Splitting rock Cutting diamonds 100 days With no pay Not anymore Cause I'm caught I can't type I can't temp I'm way past college No ways out No back doors Not anymore But then once a while We'll play a show Then it makes it worthwhile Our sights set low As Jerry squares off the set here we go But... this boy is exausted Eight hours long A single song Come to this Triple guessing Double down A.V.P.'s faith is one single long Cause I can't write What I know It's not worth writing I can't tell A hit from hell one sing-along But then Greg plugs in A treble checking that says we might win Hell's Henry pearls The woven strap wins the Galloway girls But... But then Kev jumps in And hits the floor as the stick hits the rim I guess we're done Cause every win on this record's hard won But...
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Jan 10, 2020 06:00
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alnilam posted:Tom Waits is a real poet Hey Charley I'm pregnant Living on 9th Street Right above a dirty bookstore Off Euclid Avenue I stopped taking dope And I quit drinking whiskey And my old man plays the trombone And works out at the track He says that he loves me Even though its not his baby He says that he'll raise him up Like he would his own son He gave me a ring That was worn by his mother And he takes me out dancin' Every Saturday night Hey Charley I think about you Every time I pass a fillin' station On account of all the grease You used to wear in your hair I still have that record Of Little Anthony and The Imperials But someone stole my record player How do ya like that? Hey Charley I almost went crazy After Mario got busted I went back to Omaha To live with my folks Everyone I used to know Was either dead or in prison So I came back to Minneapolis This time I think I'm gonna stay Hey Charley I think I'm happy For the first time since my accident I wish I had all the money That we used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot And I wouldn't sell any of 'em I'd just drive a different car every day Dependin' on how I feel Hey Charley, for chrissakes Do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband He don't play the trombone I need to borrow money To pay this lawyer And Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole Come Valentine's Day ---------------- |
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Jan 10, 2020 06:04
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Good feeling won't you stay with me just a little longer it always seems like your leaving when I need you here just a little longer dear lady there's so many things that I have come to fear little voice says I'm going crazy to see all my worlds disappear vague sketch of a fantasy laughing at the sunrise like he's been up all night ooo slippin and slidin what a good time but now have have to find a bed that can take this wait I always get a little teary eyed at those lines |
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Jan 10, 2020 06:17
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cda posted:Hey Charley I'm pregnant oh man here's one that comes to mine for me, Pancho and Lefty esp this part Poets tell how Pancho fell And Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold So the story ends, we're told Pancho needs your prayers it's true But save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do And now he's growin' old even just typing that out give me goosebumps
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Jan 10, 2020 06:31
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Just the other day I looked at my father It was the first time I saw he'd grown old Canyons through his skin and the rivers that made them Carved the stories I was told He said "Son, I have watched you fade in You will watch me fade out I have watched you fade in You will watch me fade out When the grip leaves my hand I know you won't let me down Go and find your way Leave me in your wake Always push through the pain And don't run away from change Never settle Make your mark Hold your head up Follow your heart Follow your heart" When the morning comes and takes me I promise I have taught you everything that you need In the night you'll dream of so many things But find the ones that bring you life, and you'll find me That's where you'll find me 
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Jan 10, 2020 06:31
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City of Glompton posted:oh man i love this song, and no i will not save any prayers for lefty i know how he got the drat money and snitches don't get prayers
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Jan 10, 2020 06:50
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i will save 1 for him, he is old and sad without his friend and only has himself to blame 
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Jan 10, 2020 07:01
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250 dollars a month I can't afford no speed or no junk It costs two dollars and twenty five cents a pack of cigarettes And I gotta take my cat to the vet |
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Jan 10, 2020 08:50
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