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| Here are my songs, straight from my notebook, unedited. My newest ones are at the top. |
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SWING and this is how i feel before i start to kneel run my fingers on the wind created by my spin set in motion by the grin in my soul from the sound feverishly i stomp the ground as each vibration is found joyous to my ears almost bringing tears do you hear what i hear? an endless string of wonder because once it's done it leads straight into you then what can i do but fall down on my face as i attempt to trace the beauty you created here it forces my soul to cheer do you fear what i fear? the creator of the songs sung now but once we take our final bow the music will be nothing and finally we'll truly sing TOP TARANTISM I was bitten by a taratula it didn't work out too well i was still stuck to the floor though mush now was my core injected with this strange disease may i take your hand and dance please get up and move your knees swing your thighs rotate your hips look into my eyes press into my lips it's you and the melody can't you see, i'm now free released, it wasn't an injection something has been taken from me by you i've been unjammed my viens, my eyes, my soul were crammed sneak across my mind tiptoe and sparatically wind spiral down my spine you've commited the crime catylyst to candy and chimes life heavenly devine but i could dance without you though now the opposing i cannot do chew and gnaw erase my flaws we're not perfect unless we're one until we're done tarantism quintoxic muffinism schism is no realism no strip, but stripped much deeper we have dipped head over heels flipped loose in knees caboose sneeze rid of these will you please dance with me endlessly HOPESFALL it's kind of like a hug gone unrecieved i swing my arms to wrap around nothing whack myself in the face lose balance fall off the edge the narrow cliff i tried to run i tried to have more than just fun falling lost all, look at how i spun and yet i continue to wrap in the wrong direction? probably, but i am blind and i never do find what was meant for me what was meant for all i just cannot make the right call and that is why i continue to fall as do my hopes TOP DESIGN NOTHING Research the design Designers are fine They work with the mind They make things like signs Also they can make monkies climb Screens on machines Multiply and freeze Can't process the output says Can't process the input is The reason all will fail Design your own demise Can't work without disguise Falsely provide lies Think nothing ACORNS Johnny walllllllllked to the shop Johnny ATE 3 acorns from 3 trees inhabited by bees called themselves the fearsome sneeze coagulated varmint knees abhorred by shores of seas and shells that scattered like holes in cheese Johnny didn't make it to the shop 1 package stopped fell from paper bag it plopped his plans were copped for in a bag 3 acorns laid for which he had not paid so then he sat and stayed ate 3 acorns, betrayed his plans gone past bees flew by fast recognized the last of three lost by me I did not see Didn't have the advantage of a tree It's height It's view Glances not thrown but spew And thus Johnny did chew But just a few Tasted damp from dew Days ago they were due To expire, they were not new TOP A LOON AND A BAFFOON what happened to the rain, i do not know. but sure as poop, it did not show that foolish weather site now shows hardly any rain for the next long while, oh what a pain but not really you see because that means more times of possibility for you and me cards and tv all day long gives me time to write you this song because i'm all alone if only someone would phone or even toss me a little bone, of a chance of friendship nothing else would ever be more hip unless of course that one came along who sang the same song the same tune and i hope the time is soon but who would love such a baffooon you'd have to be a complete loon well that's my story wish you were here to share your glory but alas a life of cards you have chosen and here in the basement i still sit frozen. THAK TOU Oh Thak Tou I'm not aware of your life but i'm sure it must've been full of pain and strife living up near the arctic near all those polar hicks life could not be much fun when most of the year you have no sun no ground to plant in only love as a carcinogen you see it's a cancer that ate away because for you love never stayed it was never real something you could barely feel up all alone by the pole its really just a lifetime black hole for you search your part of the earth and find nothing but hate birth you try and get away from it all look to the heavens during fall you see, up there borialis is not small it shows wonder and glory so tall that you begin to think further and feel not alone you have found here more than anywhere up north you're really at home For Charlotte TOP OUR TOE things do not flow so easily when you're attached at the toe life goes by and it's so wry because it's odd how we try and for others cannot satisfy no matter what we do they're still afraid of me and you because we're attached at the toe with no place to go but back to eachother for us there's no other OUT IN THE OPEN I'm here and so are you but no one can see with who and i try not to as well don't want to think of hell I overflow with other things but I'm hating the feelings it brings should turn your way but i can't, not this day maybe another time it's what i want but i just can't find the strength within to dump all this sin get it all out live without a doubt that i am yours and you are mine nothing else would be as devine and i run from all this next time i hope to not miss i don't know the path reveal it to me and then we can be out in the open forever for charlotte TOP A FALL TO FIND A FRIEND A brisk and breezy afternoon, gently scattered arrangements of powdery effervescence descending from the heavens, two silhouettes seen leaping together through the dust of the heavens, giving immense contrast to the setting sun which plunges into the horizon with an explosion of vibrant colors. The two ignite a mass of sparrows to flight, who are braving the chilling air, and the silhouettes are absorbed in the crossfire of their fervent winged friends. Laughter would ring out if not pounded into silence by the sound of the sparrows rhythmic beating appendages. They withdrew their presence out into the blue and the two were left standing, and the frigid gnawing returns. A thick quilt unfolds in the ever-growing shadows and is shook to the air unraveling like the cluster of sparrows which seemed to do the same moments earlier, and the two joined in that memory let themselves become entwined in it and they collapsed to the ground. If a sound were made it would be heard this time, there was a void of tone, but not of harmony. A stronger emotion reigned over this place... Peeled down, their feelings, dreams, memories, and beliefs were shared; unchallenged. Their differences became their similarities and they lay beside each other unveiled and felt invulnerable. Will you be the second silhouette? THE FAT CAT A fat cat went to the boar store and picked up a quick hick whacking stick, the fat cat sat in his sub-par car and went away very far. There and Thar went he in his car even past a pit of tar, wars broke out in his pores from the tar which he now wore. Seeping into his skin as he was sleeping and down it went from his chin and missed the bin which had been placed there after eating and whacking with new quick hick whacking stick. Hicks without chicks were left dying on the floor all because of that boar store, stupid war between cats and hicks with no hats and no wicks for their candlesticks. So the felines and the dumb minds of the country went without war and never went to the boar store anymore. TOP |