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"Have you got any soul?" a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can't seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues."
----i like this song:
There are beads that wrap
Around your knees that crackle into the dark
Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head
Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead
This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world
And I guess it's worth your time
Because there's some lives you live
And some you leave behind
It gets hard to explain
The gardenhead knows my name
Leave me alone, for you know this isn't the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
That the angels have slipped through our landslide
And filled up our garden with snow
And I don't wish to taste of your insides
Or to call out your name through my phone
For the glory boys at your bedside will love you
As long as you're something to own
Follow me through a city of frost covered angels
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move
But to take on the world at all angles
Requires a strength I can't use
So I'll meet you up high in your anger
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you
_____________________________________________________________________________
fuck america. seriously.
did i violate the patriot act?
well i believe jesus winked at me.. i bet your faith will save this nation.
I AM SOO TIRED. SLEEP.
Your monotonous glare is still interesting
And my oxymoronic mouth soaks your train of thought
Don’t be fooled by your quick exposure to air
Soak it all up before you are full
You’ve already got a new one in the works
It isn’t your fault
You are a clandestine verbalist
And I
just one of your verbalisms
How could anyone blame these Venusian's hands?
Labeled scheming always
Negotiating for self-satisfaction
Keeping in mind you are merely human
God gave us this persona, right?
Of course
And we will follow established paths
hopefully leading to other fine avenues
So when you hear I am in a cloister or your wife has an affair
You could remember me
Link number twenty-three
----i like this song:
There are beads that wrap
Around your knees that crackle into the dark
Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head
Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead
This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world
And I guess it's worth your time
Because there's some lives you live
And some you leave behind
It gets hard to explain
The gardenhead knows my name
Leave me alone, for you know this isn't the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
That the angels have slipped through our landslide
And filled up our garden with snow
And I don't wish to taste of your insides
Or to call out your name through my phone
For the glory boys at your bedside will love you
As long as you're something to own
Follow me through a city of frost covered angels
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move
But to take on the world at all angles
Requires a strength I can't use
So I'll meet you up high in your anger
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you
_____________________________________________________________________________
fuck america. seriously.
did i violate the patriot act?
well i believe jesus winked at me.. i bet your faith will save this nation.
I AM SOO TIRED. SLEEP.
Your monotonous glare is still interesting
And my oxymoronic mouth soaks your train of thought
Don’t be fooled by your quick exposure to air
Soak it all up before you are full
You’ve already got a new one in the works
It isn’t your fault
You are a clandestine verbalist
And I
just one of your verbalisms
How could anyone blame these Venusian's hands?
Labeled scheming always
Negotiating for self-satisfaction
Keeping in mind you are merely human
God gave us this persona, right?
Of course
And we will follow established paths
hopefully leading to other fine avenues
So when you hear I am in a cloister or your wife has an affair
You could remember me
Link number twenty-three