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Getting Through : Music and Songs
Flesh Poll...(or, You Are Why The Heathen Rage) | from i am not dead.only sleeping.but i wish i was dead. - Friday, August 05, 2005
accessed 1081 times this is a song for the uncle who beat a two year old till he bled...
and for the auntie who thought god was the mastermind behind the raping of small children....
i'm really not usually this morose....
i just got a bunch of shit on my mind...
and songs like this are a release and kind of write themselves....
it's an excercise in venting....
.............................whoosah! may it never come down
to you and me on a desert island...
may your condescending frown
leave with you, your spiteful smile and....
may the earth open up
and swallow you whole....
when you thirst may your cup
be empty as your soul....
and may you never hold the rope
that keeps me from sinking down....
even if you were my only hope
i think i'd rather just drown....
may this be the last....
of the times we have spoken...
may you not live fast....
but die young...die alone...die broken...
may your conscience plague you
and never let you sleep....
may the pain that you've sown
be a fraction what you'll reap....
and may i soon forget you
move on with my life and then....
may i never hate anyone,
like i hate you, again....
............Mother, may i find a way to cope
-benj |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from loch
Wednesday, December 27, 2006 - 09:55
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Wow I like this! You put it to music? I want to hear it. Do u MySpace?
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| from 163157154145155156
Tuesday, December 26, 2006 - 16:28
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There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless.
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| | | | | | | | | | from live_fast-die_young
Wednesday, November 02, 2005 - 19:31
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Whoosah indeed! I really like this, benj.
when you thirst may your cup
be empty as your soul....
[may you wake up on Christmas
to find socks filled with coal] :-)
Do you only write song lyrics or have you perhaps dabbled in poetry?
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| from Ouch
Thursday, August 18, 2005 - 15:44
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Good poem, BTW.
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| from ..........
Thursday, August 18, 2005 - 09:28
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GOOD JOB.
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