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thedogsown -- I like this one best.
rymewithwitch
lasthouseofdog
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
Cuz every dog has its day
If I never make it home today, God bless
find a toy that's safer than the atom - max length
and now mr. sword meets mr. hand
the ass of a...tripod? Hands up everyone who was looking.
hey it never made me cry (but happiness does)
turn the volume up
the secret ballot is in! it says you fail!
interper-hating (like interpretation of how much you suck)
I said "WAKE UP! YOU OLD DRUNK."
another round of kick the can, namely yours
When golden birds flew, out from her severed halves
where only memories can breathe
She sits sewn together and scarcely bereaved
Here is a wound, To go with your uniform
Be as the day, and pass away Into the night."
And whose to say those drops are all the same?
keep myself tethered - to the things i tried to loose
zoom into
pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
everyday a reaction to the affection
strike a match on the bathroom wall - where my number was written
going through a tight wind
make the dogs howl
where angels fear to tread
...what are you doing with that peanut butter
a thousand words for "no"
lazerphaserbabanabanaphophazer
THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. EVER.
ALSO: *DIE*.
qui me ammat: amat et cainine meum
but i hear violins
You can get a whale's pancreas if you'd want one! I can get you one!
I wasn't really sure what it was, until I read the label on the back and it said "Bull Penis"
How busy they were their whole lives.And they throw it to a dog, like that, for a snack!
Doesn't that make you a little weazy?
Makes you wanna live a long time.
And on the back, on the bottom it said: "100% natural"!
I mean... that's the part that really got me. And it said: "A Real Meat Snack".
There's just no dignity in that. Uh, anyway...
The other thing is that they're 36 inches long! (laughter).
They're so long they had to cut them into bite-size portions.
And then they take two of them and braid them together.
I know, I know! I never want it done. But uh...
Till the blossom on the tree comes falling on me
If I could hold on to things till I was full grown Peace would I know
how we danced and we swallowed the night
you'll never be going back home
if your radio experiences any difficulties, turn the volume up
she turns in air (that baffles me)
longs to hear the buildings reply hello
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep
I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
what should we do with a thousand drunken sailors? "kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer"
dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind--consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line
don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies
I leave footprints in fours, two for bipeds, two more to break the door
and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach
hollering wolves in the form of one frustrated culprit
see the jackal met the badger ( they were both such fucking bad asses that clashing wouldn't make sense)
pull me from where the buzzards cleared
exhibit true audacity and passively hack grease into ribbons
The edginess readies the mock knock quick draw hence the duel
all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers
one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night one finger for each burough I can touch
When the reapers turns mortals to caspers
Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents
Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolescent agitated seeds
make a move break cannon
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little questionmarks
wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an octagon of red
Kill it now, fade to black comfortably.
Spark the dynamite 'til the limelight's gone.
it's not a conversation piece, like public spectacles
loyalties, the shovel in the soil
born hostile, pacifist huddled in subtle masochist
where the sleepers feed the cycles
ghost in a shell and it fell in my lap
I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly into the village
and how many crooked Samaritans turn Plesantville to Badland?
grip your pointed stick, incite your riot
when narrow bed sleepers occupy the basement and I am not your friend anymore
tied to irony like twenty burning igloos with a sailors knot
I boogie for the raindrops for the purity, the anger for my childhood recollections
see I throw away the tenders over one shoulder
and walk across broken glass
through every wicked world to kiss tomorrow's morning
not for nothing
you'll drown in a pool of your crooked morals
whispering 'maybe Aesop Rock was on to something'
maybe, no promises
there isn't a single domestically controlled muppet left!
oh the dismay! somebody has replaced all my backstreet boys with kraftwerk tapes!
is it because i sampled Die Toten Hosen that one time?
making hairpin turns like horror movie heroines
let me introduce to you a brand new dance
and when we were good you just closed your eyes
when we are bad we'll scar your minds
There ain't a single domestically controlled muppet left
Is it a plot? some kind of conspiracy?
YOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMES
STOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVE
ERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHT
And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth
(YOU CANNOT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK!)
I'm the one with the thumbs, baby. Do not fuck with me.
don't be jejune
You'll hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
And this is guiding you home.
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh but I'm alright, I'm alright
Just weary to my bones
Still you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
So far away from home
So far away from home
Don't know a soul who has not been battered
Don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or diven to its knees
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright
For we've lived so well so long
Still when I think of the road we're travelin' on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
Looking back down at me, smiled reassuredly
I dreamed I was flying
High up above my eyes could clearly see
The statue of liberty sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
Come on the ship that sails the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
And sing an American tune
Oh but it's alright, it's alright
Can't be forever blessed
Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day
And I try to get some rest
That's all I'm trying, to get some rest
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret
Never to be told.
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Dog
quick look of amazed contempt
how do you know which end to believe?
but if a man bites a dog, that is news.
the size of the fight
they wag their tails instead of their tongues
cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves
Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves
A door is that which a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of
the importance of turning around three times before lying down.
http://www.dogquotations.com/dog-proverbs.html
thedogsown -- I like this one best.
rymewithwitch
lasthouseofdog
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
Cuz every dog has its day
If I never make it home today, God bless
find a toy that's safer than the atom - max length
and now mr. sword meets mr. hand
the ass of a...tripod? Hands up everyone who was looking.
hey it never made me cry (but happiness does)
turn the volume up
the secret ballot is in! it says you fail!
interper-hating (like interpretation of how much you suck)
I said "WAKE UP! YOU OLD DRUNK."
another round of kick the can, namely yours
When golden birds flew, out from her severed halves
where only memories can breathe
She sits sewn together and scarcely bereaved
Here is a wound, To go with your uniform
Be as the day, and pass away Into the night."
And whose to say those drops are all the same?
keep myself tethered - to the things i tried to loose
zoom into
pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
everyday a reaction to the affection
strike a match on the bathroom wall - where my number was written
going through a tight wind
make the dogs howl
where angels fear to tread
...what are you doing with that peanut butter
a thousand words for "no"
lazerphaserbabanabanaphophazer
THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. EVER.
ALSO: *DIE*.
qui me ammat: amat et cainine meum
but i hear violins
You can get a whale's pancreas if you'd want one! I can get you one!
I wasn't really sure what it was, until I read the label on the back and it said "Bull Penis"
How busy they were their whole lives.And they throw it to a dog, like that, for a snack!
Doesn't that make you a little weazy?
Makes you wanna live a long time.
And on the back, on the bottom it said: "100% natural"!
I mean... that's the part that really got me. And it said: "A Real Meat Snack".
There's just no dignity in that. Uh, anyway...
The other thing is that they're 36 inches long! (laughter).
They're so long they had to cut them into bite-size portions.
And then they take two of them and braid them together.
I know, I know! I never want it done. But uh...
Till the blossom on the tree comes falling on me
If I could hold on to things till I was full grown Peace would I know
how we danced and we swallowed the night
you'll never be going back home
if your radio experiences any difficulties, turn the volume up
she turns in air (that baffles me)
longs to hear the buildings reply hello
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep
I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
what should we do with a thousand drunken sailors? "kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer"
dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind--consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line
don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies
I leave footprints in fours, two for bipeds, two more to break the door
and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach
hollering wolves in the form of one frustrated culprit
see the jackal met the badger ( they were both such fucking bad asses that clashing wouldn't make sense)
pull me from where the buzzards cleared
exhibit true audacity and passively hack grease into ribbons
The edginess readies the mock knock quick draw hence the duel
all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers
one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night one finger for each burough I can touch
When the reapers turns mortals to caspers
Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents
Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolescent agitated seeds
make a move break cannon
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little questionmarks
wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an octagon of red
Kill it now, fade to black comfortably.
Spark the dynamite 'til the limelight's gone.
it's not a conversation piece, like public spectacles
loyalties, the shovel in the soil
born hostile, pacifist huddled in subtle masochist
where the sleepers feed the cycles
ghost in a shell and it fell in my lap
I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly into the village
and how many crooked Samaritans turn Plesantville to Badland?
grip your pointed stick, incite your riot
when narrow bed sleepers occupy the basement and I am not your friend anymore
tied to irony like twenty burning igloos with a sailors knot
I boogie for the raindrops for the purity, the anger for my childhood recollections
see I throw away the tenders over one shoulder
and walk across broken glass
through every wicked world to kiss tomorrow's morning
not for nothing
you'll drown in a pool of your crooked morals
whispering 'maybe Aesop Rock was on to something'
maybe, no promises
there isn't a single domestically controlled muppet left!
oh the dismay! somebody has replaced all my backstreet boys with kraftwerk tapes!
is it because i sampled Die Toten Hosen that one time?
making hairpin turns like horror movie heroines
let me introduce to you a brand new dance
and when we were good you just closed your eyes
when we are bad we'll scar your minds
There ain't a single domestically controlled muppet left
Is it a plot? some kind of conspiracy?
YOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMES
STOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVE
ERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHT
And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth
(YOU CANNOT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK!)
I'm the one with the thumbs, baby. Do not fuck with me.
don't be jejune
You'll hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
And this is guiding you home.
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh but I'm alright, I'm alright
Just weary to my bones
Still you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
So far away from home
So far away from home
Don't know a soul who has not been battered
Don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or diven to its knees
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright
For we've lived so well so long
Still when I think of the road we're travelin' on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
Looking back down at me, smiled reassuredly
I dreamed I was flying
High up above my eyes could clearly see
The statue of liberty sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
Come on the ship that sails the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
And sing an American tune
Oh but it's alright, it's alright
Can't be forever blessed
Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day
And I try to get some rest
That's all I'm trying, to get some rest
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret
Never to be told.
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Dog
quick look of amazed contempt
how do you know which end to believe?
but if a man bites a dog, that is news.
the size of the fight
they wag their tails instead of their tongues
cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves
Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves
A door is that which a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of
the importance of turning around three times before lying down.
http://www.dogquotations.com/dog-proverbs.html