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Jan 15, 2007 16:20

A Quest to find a cure for myself? 
(hay I need one of those)

"Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself
O alcohol, I still drink to your health..."
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Some day I wont live by this anthom and fallow the gods of booze so religiously
At times I look forward to the era of wine coolers and menthol light 100's.  I know i am still learning the life lessons of the early years in life.  there is always lots of room for having fun,  but i keep fucking myself over and it is time to consider/activate a change in prioraties:(bummer

so i decided to try something new cause I want to start writing again,  so this is what i did to exersize my POS brain.   I took some Alkaline songs and altered them to my lesure the underlined is what i added to my apple pie crumbs bucket.   the contence of this document may piss some people the fuck off!  i never had any intention of up seting anyone  so please understand that this is me trying to be creative and release some of the negative energy that is pent up inside me.   with that out of the way enjoy and your feedback is desired and very much apprechated
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"Take Lots With Alcohol"

Hello, what the hell am I doin' here
That's a really hot skirt
This is a really comfortable coma I'm in
See I don't know if you can help me or not
Cause I don't feel sick
But I don't know why I can't wake up and talk
Now the pains in my head have got me walking down my faveret lonely streat
I don't really care if I'm healthy or not
Just clean my head up doc
I'll give you anything you want
See I don't know why I fall in love
Well maybe I know why and maybe I can take the plastic flowers out of our vase
And water your dieing buds in the garden
if not Then we'll cut it up and bury it and leave it
Underground
And I'll take to wishing and fall under
Sleeping safe and sound
Just give me medicine prescribe me anything
Just knock me out and  walk off into the night
I have no desire to see through my own eyes anymore
Hello what the hell are you doing here
You made a really strange face
This is a really uncomfortable air
I see I'm ignoring you, maybe I wish I could ignore myself too
That's why I need help, I'm cleaning blood off dusty shelves
I cut myself  up in this room so many times it might take days
And everyone just feeds me into the cracks in the wood
How nicely the soak up the stains
Been telling myself these jokes for so long well so long
I'm a has been who is heckled on the stage
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"Madam Me"

The sunrise fills your eyes.
Cannot remember your cries.
Pleading, please just go away.
I can't take another day of this.
No surprise.
With A surplus of lies.
You opened up your eyes and the heavens cried
Is there something that I missed?
Can't even take another day of this.
Lower than piss.
Have you ever felt like this?
I can't recall a time she has ever avoided me so much.  Lower than piss.
Have you ever felt like this?
Judging by your eyes, like crystal balls.
Madam Me is predicting that your answer will be yes.
The sunrise.
Burned out your eyes.
I Failed to apologize.
As it was eating at your trust in me.
Took your smile away without a trace of it.
Warmer than piss.
Have you ever felt like this?
It just might take a fever to encounter it.
Knee deep in shit.
There's no avoiding it.
From your knees, you're coated brown, to your toes.
There is no sound like this.
And I wish you wouldn't leave my hell.
And I will try to save you from my hell.
And I need to save me from myself
And I will keep you warm in hell.
If I can get out of hell.
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"Fuck You Aurora"

My, my what a mess we've made
Of our pretty little heads these days.
It appears a heavy wind's blown through here recently.
Best wishes have been made for you.

You never had no say it's true.
I've got to be the cutest gravedigger you've ever seen.
And all your lonely nights
The company you keep are much like
All these empty bottles I so often find my stupid self-stumbling through.

My, my what a mess was made of my head
Every time you tell me what I've put you through every other day
It appears a violent storm's passed through you recently.

Letters meant to be sent have been torn.
The phone lies off the hook, on the floor.
All these "I'm sorry"s and "I miss you"s are useless.
I fucked this one up just like I did with all the women I've loved before.

And all your lonely nights
Your buildings made of friends, are much like
All these crowded slopes I so often find my stupid self, zipping through.
Fuck you Aurora, you torched my sanktuary.

And  it's all my fault,
This self-centered shit need end. So I say:
Fuck you Aurora, you took my only friend.
You won't catch me behind the wheel
Of a Chrysler ever again.

My, my what a mess we've made
Of our precious little lives these days.
It appears a big fucking tornado has twisted us up recently.
Best wishes have been made for me.

Shit faced and spun out, the game was never weird enough, n' I robbed myself.  It's true.
I have to be the cutest gravedigger I've ever seen.
Dug a hole 15 ft deep and I have no way to climb out.
And all your lonely wishes for someone to love you right are much like
All these crowded bars I so often find my stupid self-stumbling through.

Fuck you Aurora, now I'm just one more fuck up going down in flames alone.
Although I killed my own,
The blaming myself has to come to an end. So I say:
Fuck you Aurora, I took my only friend.
You won't catch me behind the wheel
Of a Chrysler ever again.
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"Blue In The Face"

It's about time that I came clean with you
I'm no longer fine, I'm no longer running smooth
I thought that I found myself under something new
Just one more line I repeat over and over again
'Till I'm blue in the face with a choking regret
Because I talk in circles 'round myself on your bed
Can't say I blame you one bit when you kept it all inside
When you left that night

It's about time that you got sick of me
No longer fun, and so far from trustworthy
I thought that I found me a cure for this rotting hole in my chest where my heart was thought to reside
Just one more line to keep me sleeping loudly and cold
In disgraced with a shameful regret
As I talk in tongues to myself in the middle of class
Can't say I blame you one bit when you couldn't take anymore
On my way out the door that night

And all that followed fell like mercury to hell
Somehow we lost our heads to the sands of time
And all that followed fell like mercury to hell
Somehow we lost our heads for the last time

And I don't dream since I quit sleeping
And I haven't slept since ....?
And you can't breathe without one more toke
And I can't walk without one more drink
We must be two of a kind
So what do you say?
Your coffin, or mine?

---The G-o-N-Z-o Gimp
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