"Nice day for a ...white weddddingg.....(or funeral)"
"To the crowd
to the world
you were so dry
and with a token bird I made
sent it to fly
right to your side
with a broken wing you sail
oh like winter in july
a barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
to wash on you
it's here, I'll be with you
Well if the birds
can reach the sky
to this land
I'll be with you
till the sun bursts from your side
with my hands
I reach to you
when you think your chance is passing by
when you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
fall with your knife
it's here I'll be with you
to the crowd
to the world
you were so dry
and with a token bird I made
sent it to fly
right to your side
with a broken wing you sail
oh like winter in july
a barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
to wash on you
it's here, I'll stay with you
it's here, I'll be with you
I'll fall..."
Peter Murphy--I'll fall with your knife.
I've been thinking a lot about it.....seems that a lot of people are dying lately....i mean, yes, i know people die every day, just they seem to be around me more now than ever....If i ever die....i want to be creamated....i dont want my family (which also means my friends) to know that i'm in the ground....it's not fair....and that song above, i want it played....at the funeral, or whatever....And i dont want some cheezy fucking little poem on the back of a card that reflects nothing about me at all....the poem i want on the back of the little memorium card is "my garden" by Charles Bukowski....it's short, and sweet, and bitter, like me....even though i'm tall. And i just want a pine box, ....and people can write on it if they want....their goodbyes or hello's or i love you's ......that way, when i'm burned, they will be burned with me, and stay with me forever. SO, everyone, keep a sharpie handy....And i want everyone to take shots at my funeral...just one shot....of captain morgans...in my memory....seems like a tradition now. I love life so much today that it's disgusting.....everything is beautiful and everything is painful, and today would be a good day for a funeral. OH, and i had better be wearing black....something black and lacy, and my hair had better be black, and up, and teased...spider hair...because that's who i am......i am my spider hair. And i want "Disaster"...my poem read at the funeral.....because it's how i feel about my life.....now, of course, this is all if i die soon......who know's what i'll want if i die later......but now, this is what i want....just incase.
to the world
you were so dry
and with a token bird I made
sent it to fly
right to your side
with a broken wing you sail
oh like winter in july
a barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
to wash on you
it's here, I'll be with you
Well if the birds
can reach the sky
to this land
I'll be with you
till the sun bursts from your side
with my hands
I reach to you
when you think your chance is passing by
when you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
fall with your knife
it's here I'll be with you
to the crowd
to the world
you were so dry
and with a token bird I made
sent it to fly
right to your side
with a broken wing you sail
oh like winter in july
a barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
to wash on you
it's here, I'll stay with you
it's here, I'll be with you
I'll fall..."
Peter Murphy--I'll fall with your knife.
I've been thinking a lot about it.....seems that a lot of people are dying lately....i mean, yes, i know people die every day, just they seem to be around me more now than ever....If i ever die....i want to be creamated....i dont want my family (which also means my friends) to know that i'm in the ground....it's not fair....and that song above, i want it played....at the funeral, or whatever....And i dont want some cheezy fucking little poem on the back of a card that reflects nothing about me at all....the poem i want on the back of the little memorium card is "my garden" by Charles Bukowski....it's short, and sweet, and bitter, like me....even though i'm tall. And i just want a pine box, ....and people can write on it if they want....their goodbyes or hello's or i love you's ......that way, when i'm burned, they will be burned with me, and stay with me forever. SO, everyone, keep a sharpie handy....And i want everyone to take shots at my funeral...just one shot....of captain morgans...in my memory....seems like a tradition now. I love life so much today that it's disgusting.....everything is beautiful and everything is painful, and today would be a good day for a funeral. OH, and i had better be wearing black....something black and lacy, and my hair had better be black, and up, and teased...spider hair...because that's who i am......i am my spider hair. And i want "Disaster"...my poem read at the funeral.....because it's how i feel about my life.....now, of course, this is all if i die soon......who know's what i'll want if i die later......but now, this is what i want....just incase.