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Originally posted by Spike

Be patient... I must keep reminding myself of this.

 

 

A groan of tedium escapes me

startling the fearful.

Is this a test? It has to be

otherwise I can't go on.

Draining patience, drain vitality this

paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

 

But I'm still right here, giving blood

keeping faith. And I'm still right here.

But I'm still right here, giving blood

keeping faith. And I'm still right here...

 

Wait it out... I'm gonna wait it out.

Be patient.

 

If there were no rewards to reap,

no loving embrace to see me through

this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would've walked away by now.

If there were no desire to heal,

the damaged and broken met along

this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would have walked away by now.

 

And I still may... and I still may.

 

Be patient... be patient...

 

I must keep reminding myself of this.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

I must keep reminding myself of this....

 

If there were no rewards to reap,

no loving embrace to see me through

this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would have walked away by now.

 

And I still may...

And I still may...

And I still may...

 

And I... am.

 

 

 

 

This song is perfect.

 

 

**Oops.

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2 songs.. here:

 

sage francis must be my life-twin or soemthing.. this man has me dialed:

 

"Song Title: Message Sent

 

 

Album: Sage Francis - "Personal Journals"

Produced By: Alias

Written By: Sage Francis

 

I've got some letters inside of my drawer that should have been stamped and delivered.

One is addressed to my ex, it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with.

One is addressed to my friends, it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit.

One is addressed to myself, but I don't know what personality or hand to give it.

 

I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed much.

Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch.

I don't miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up.

Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch.

 

This stuff's a whole other drawer from a different dresser I'm not ready to address.

I went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed.

I give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game face.

Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes

 

I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me,

so I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies.

I laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny,

but I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me.

 

When I'm hungry I can taste it.

I hide in the basement.

Check up on me every now and then,

Because my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down again...

 

Falling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing.

I'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring.

I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers, the "hunt and kill" method.

I edit one third of a word per second.

 

Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss,

you'll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss.

The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"

And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same virus

 

My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades when I lose my grip while I hold your face.

Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip...spilling all over the place.

I'd lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we'd go on dates

to prove that I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace.

 

"The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she states.

Before my parents get home I'll take

time to find the fragments of our relationship and glue back together this

broken vase.

 

Falling in love is easy. Falling out of love takes a bit of practice.

I'm good at both without even owning a mattress.

I never asked for a kiss without deserving one. If you never saw me cry before,

wait for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the floor.

 

I've got some letters inside of my draw that should have been sent by now...sealed in an envelope.

One is addressed to my ex and it says that I feel our friendship's a joke.

One is addressed to my friend and it says his ex-girlfriend's on coke.

And one is addressed to myself on a personal note, unopened...filled with endless quotes.

 

Whenever I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip.

Now I wear parenthasese on my temples, step to the podium and just think.

Whenever lonely I shrink...hold myself...squeezing tight.

Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night.

 

I have dreams of flight, but I'm not floating. the ground is approaching awfully quick.

So I wake up screaming for you to catch me. That's what I start every day off with.

 

I may talk shit, but there ain't much else to do in this prison cell.

And lucky for me no one listens well...especially when i dis myself.

I'll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over.

And since I'm used to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder.

 

Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing.

I guess it'll all make sense once we get older and reach the Age of Reason.

Until then, I'll have no reason to sleep in. Not even on weekends.

Unless we're together, because my will power will probably weaken.

 

Deepen my appreciation for the surrent condition

because I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing.

 

I slumber in one position. Crouched up an fetal like. And the couch sucks cuz my feet are like...given no space to breathe

while I embrace my knees

 

so its off to the floor because I can't sleep anywhere else.

That's where I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em.

It's better to just keep to myself.

 

Its better to just keep to myself.

 

Its better to just keep to myself. "

 

 

or

 

 

James Taylor

 

"Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone

Susanne the plans they made put an end to you

I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song

I just can't remember who to send it to

 

I've seen fire and I've seen rain

I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end

I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend

But I always thought that I'd see you again

 

Won't you look down upon me, Jesus

You've got to help me make a stand

You've just got to see me through another day

My body's aching and my time is at hand

And I won't make it any other way

 

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain

I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end

I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend

But I always thought that I'd see you again

 

Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun

Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around

Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come

Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

 

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain

I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end

I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend

But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now

 

Thought I'd see you one more time again

There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now

Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now"

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"u should get a tattoo that says warning thats all just a warning so the potential victim could take a left and save breath and avoid u sober and upset in the morning"

meet one to many lucys im with slug fuck u lucy

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Guest krie

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Bigwig - Moosh

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We sat on a curb after a party. And I'll never forget how she looked at me so sweet. We traded thoughts we traded secrets. And I never thought I'd ever find the girl that made me so complete.

 

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that lot of lyrics there is exaclty how i met my girlfriend, we sat on a curb after a party and talked for ages, telling each other all types of things, then we woke up lying on someones lawn and we walked home :)

 

 

sums up my life because i feel complete now.

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Originally posted by krie

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Bigwig - Moosh

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We sat on a curb after a party. And I'll never forget how she looked at me so sweet. We traded thoughts we traded secrets. And I never thought I'd ever find the girl that made me so complete.

 

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that lot of lyrics there is exaclty how i met my girlfriend, we sat on a curb after a party and talked for ages, telling each other all types of things, then we woke up lying on someones lawn and we walked home :)

 

 

sums up my life because i feel complete now.

 

thats really sweet;] geez alot of you guys.. are awfully "gooey" haha ;]

i think its cause valentine's is near!! nah.. but all you sappy boys gave me hope i'll find a decent guy one of these days..shit the guys i chill with never told me sweet things about how much they like their girlfriends.. just shit like "shes hot, shes cool" guess they gotta look macho or some shit.. heh i dunno

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i know dude...................

 

Originally posted by beardo

comfortably numb

i try not to listen to that album too often becuse it makes me more aware of the problems i have which is good in a way but depressing in the same sense...brotherly advice from a brother...he stopped listening to it because it made him more depressed after he listened to it than he felt before he heard it...you probably know what im talkin about...hes a crazy diamond...

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my cds and lyrics are not at hand.....partial verses

 

( "year one

gathering of the underground...."..

"....but the finger, on the trigger is yours......." ) 2 songs for those mofuckuhs who know

"Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within youtill you will not have me any other way. It's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don't want it. I just need it. To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive."___a love song

"Terrified of what may come. Just remember I will always love you, even as I tear your fucking throat away. But it will end no other way. " i like the live version best...perfectly interprets my relationship with my girl..._____another love song

"Our guilt, our blame, I've been far too sympathetic. Our blood, our fault. I've been far too sympathetic. I am not innocent. You are not innocent. No one is innocent. I will no longer tolerate you. Even if I must go down beside you. Because, No one is innocent"_______and yet another...love song

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Guest post.

I wanted to disappear

completely by choice

sometimes I still do wonder

who decides the speed our lives rotate at?

 

how long until the belt breaks?

the motor dies?

we bury the needle?

 

now i know what you mean by I am losing my patience...

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know the sink and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me" and i know what it's like to want to end it all driving home between the lines in the road i swear that i've been through this before when nothing makes much sense except for doing yourself in razor blades are hard to hold when we're hit in the heart with problems that won't shift it's hard to admit that we're afraid when we're hit in the head with unanswered questions that repeat "how could i ever live after this day" we can take the hits and grow tougher collect ourselves to live longer and find there is no need to be afraid because we all have more to offer when we struggle to cope with whatever it takes to make the says we all have what it takes to make it home

 

hot water music

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Guest WebsterUno

Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for

those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all

I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars

then once free you realize you're mentally scarred

if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities

prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise

you've been conquered

blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box

Son, I sit inside my residence

and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every

ghetto like graffiti and crack sales

and cabs that won't stop for Black Males

undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares

Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here

you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here

MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here

like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair

 

Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses

and tears shed for passed soldiers

we all walkin' the path chosen

from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered

I still got the black ski mask to throw on

but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on

I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more

look at my life..

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umm.....

 

Thank heaven for little girls

for little girls get bigger every day!

 

Thank heaven for little girls

they grow up in the most delightful way!

 

Those little eyes so helpless and appealing

one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'

 

Thank heaven for little girls

thank heaven for them all,

no matter where no matter who

for without them, what would little boys do?

 

Thank heaven... thank heaven...

Thank heaven for little girls!

 

dirty french represent!

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