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"You can take my wallet, you can take my time, but you can't take my heart it's in the city behind"- Tim Armstrong, Rancid
Time has come to stop counting what is given and start giving 'til counting stops
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# Posté le lundi 21 janvier 2008 16:54
Modifié le lundi 21 janvier 2008 17:05
A Man Deprived
The salty scent of the sea.
It powers in painfully, oh so violently.
It clings to rocks for a fraction
And halts in its unrequited passion,
Begging to stay pure white, praying a little bit,
Imploring just a little more, before it
Plunges back, somewhere and everywhere.
A man, justly deprived of an answer, is staring
Cross-legged at the scene. He gazes at the dumb thing.
He contemplates the drop between his knees
And, as if solution solved, sees!
That power of speech is virtually fading.
His lips are numb, they wait longingly
For a question to get lost in this strange dream.
The same waves kill again, and again, and again,
And again. Nothing warns heartache to make way for pain,
Fully aware that below lies only sorrow:
No passionate one has love enough to follow.
Like a fishy being craving for its drug, trapped in a hot car of
Greedy wails, wails retreating briefly: "ha it's a reprieve."
A laugh, then a smile, then
Blindness. All becomes a sensual reverie of lipstick red,
Sour liquid creeps into the gaps: go damn you Radiohead!
It speeds in yet shies out.
It stands on the edge but does not drown.
It is not the scent nor the sea
But the tears
That fail to blind me now as I suffer,
That you see my death rather than
My self.
It powers in painfully, oh so violently.
It clings to rocks for a fraction
And halts in its unrequited passion,
Begging to stay pure white, praying a little bit,
Imploring just a little more, before it
Plunges back, somewhere and everywhere.
A man, justly deprived of an answer, is staring
Cross-legged at the scene. He gazes at the dumb thing.
He contemplates the drop between his knees
And, as if solution solved, sees!
That power of speech is virtually fading.
His lips are numb, they wait longingly
For a question to get lost in this strange dream.
The same waves kill again, and again, and again,
And again. Nothing warns heartache to make way for pain,
Fully aware that below lies only sorrow:
No passionate one has love enough to follow.
Like a fishy being craving for its drug, trapped in a hot car of
Greedy wails, wails retreating briefly: "ha it's a reprieve."
A laugh, then a smile, then
Blindness. All becomes a sensual reverie of lipstick red,
Sour liquid creeps into the gaps: go damn you Radiohead!
It speeds in yet shies out.
It stands on the edge but does not drown.
It is not the scent nor the sea
But the tears
That fail to blind me now as I suffer,
That you see my death rather than
My self.
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# Posté le mardi 15 janvier 2008 19:00
Modifié le vendredi 18 janvier 2008 11:30
Dear Penis!
Ah... si je pouvais écrire des paroles aussi profondes et émotionnelles...
Dear Penis,
I don't think I like anymore,
You used to watch me shave,
Now all u do is stare at the floor.
Oh dear Penis,
I don't like you anymore.
It used to be u and me,
A paper towel, and a dirty magazine,
That's all we needed to get by.
Now it seems things have changed,
I think that your the one to blame.
Dear Penis,
I don't like u anymore.
Now he sings,
Dear Rodney,
I don't think I like u anymore,
'Cause when u get to drinkin'
You put me places I've never been before.
Dear Rodney,
I dont like u anymore.
Why can't we just get a grip,
On our man to hand relationship.
Come to terms with truly how we feel.
If we put our heads together,
We'd just stay home forever,
Dear Penis,
I think I like you after all.
Oh and Rodney,
While yer shavin',
Shave my balls
I don't think I like anymore,
You used to watch me shave,
Now all u do is stare at the floor.
Oh dear Penis,
I don't like you anymore.
It used to be u and me,
A paper towel, and a dirty magazine,
That's all we needed to get by.
Now it seems things have changed,
I think that your the one to blame.
Dear Penis,
I don't like u anymore.
Now he sings,
Dear Rodney,
I don't think I like u anymore,
'Cause when u get to drinkin'
You put me places I've never been before.
Dear Rodney,
I dont like u anymore.
Why can't we just get a grip,
On our man to hand relationship.
Come to terms with truly how we feel.
If we put our heads together,
We'd just stay home forever,
Dear Penis,
I think I like you after all.
Oh and Rodney,
While yer shavin',
Shave my balls
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# Posté le mardi 08 janvier 2008 14:24
Modifié le mardi 08 janvier 2008 14:37
Filip&Margaux&Thomas (au 31)
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# Posté le lundi 07 janvier 2008 17:05
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