Monday 29 November 2010

Damn

... wrong ...

She was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
She took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
She used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

There's something wrong with her chemically
Something wrong with her inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
She reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong woman
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong

She was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
She was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah

Wrong

Wrong

Wrong

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Friday 26 November 2010

WHAT MATTERS

... what matters it's not what's written on the page, what matters is what is written in the heart ...

I would not admit that anything could interfere with the union of two people who love each other. Love that alters with changing circumstances is not love, nor if it bends from its firm state when someone tries to destroy it. Oh no, it's an eternally fixed point that watches storms but is never itself shaken by them. It is the star by which every lost ship can be guided: one can calculate it's distance but not gauge its quality. Love doesn't depend on Time, although the rosy lips and cheeks of youth eventually come within the compass of Time's sickle. Love doesn't alter as the days and weeks go by but endures until death. If I'm wrong about this then I've never written anything and no man has ever loved

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Tuesday 9 November 2010

All is Full of Love




You'll be given love
You'll be taken care of
You'll be given love
You have to trust it

Maybe not from the sources
You have poured yours
Maybe not from the directions
You are staring at

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Sunday 7 November 2010

All is full of love, all is full of love



You'll be given love
You'll be taken care of
You'll be given love
You have to trust it

Maybe not from the sources
You have poured yours
Maybe not from the directions
You are staring at

Twist your head around
It's all around you
All is full of love
All around you

All is full of love
You just ain't receiving
All is full of love
Your phone is off the hook
All is full of love
Your doors are all shut
All is full of love!
be the little angel

All is full of love, all is full of love
All is full of love, all is full of love ...

Tuesday 2 November 2010

Yes shall we take a spin again in business



Yes shall we take a spin again in business
This time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be

Shall we take a spin again no witnesses
This time is fixed seven three seven is
You won't feel a thing
Begging until you give it up insane

Fish like little silver knives
Make the cuts on my inside
Yeah let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide in metal studs

Tourniquet will hold its groove
Tourniquet will keep its grip
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be

Yeah let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
You let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide

Got nothing to lose but my chains
Internet feats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay

And time is still like grease it slips
Sucking in, spit in pips
Just spitting pips

Nothing to lose but my chains
Internet beats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay

A place to piece, a place to pray

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This gun of smoke is slaying me
And time is still like grease it slips
Suck it in, spit in pips
Yeah spit in pips

My heart was big and like my pride
Let them feast on my insides
And when the filled had spilled its guts
Gently open then it shuts

I'm in the hole
Three thousand days
A buried soul
They live the dream
In terminal
No war too mean

I know the drill
Got cells to burn
I'm dressed to kill
A mortal coil
And time is still
On secret soil

Yeah pay the bills
Cells to burn
Mouths to fill
On Boeing jets
In the sunset make glowing threats

Yes shall we take a spin again in business
This time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me