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Posted Dec 27, 2010
What foolish choices left me snared in traps
I shall have to drag myself free
Which collective madness left me in such a state
packaged and coated in a thick fur of dust which serves as little insolation
weighing down upon my lid
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dead men don't talk they burst with words
Posted Nov 20, 2010
hanging from the centre of the room
like a lightbulb without a fuse
with no reason to shine
in a dark room found it hard to get noticed
smashing into a thousand pieces at the very peak of an embrace
noone visits this room very much anymore
tired of tripping over baggage on the floor
these steps take you back to a place you beg to forget
a surpressed memory, a regret.
this cold is cemented
from the roof pushing downwards
crushing the spirit under the floorboards
squashed like a bug beneath piano keys
obsolete.
Dead men don't talk but they burst with words
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nothing
Posted Oct 27, 2010
I don't understand this relationship, where you're clinging to me for dear life.
then in the morning you're in control and I'm walking home in daylight
And you have a tongue for tuning tales and mind for mixing lies
My love has a knack of pulling the wool over my eyes
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Latest reply: Oct 27, 2010
who am i?
Posted Oct 9, 2010
tell me it's over
this ex-directory
operator
could you connect this call?
I can't seem to communicate with you at all
I can't seem to communicate with you
Hello hello
who am i talking to?
hello hello
who am i?
sound a little bit like me but taller
a little bit better looking and smarter
laughing in the face of confrontation
we've been chasing tails and spliting ends
we've been chasing tails and spliting ends
wasting time complaining
complaining about wasting time
"you might sleep but you'll never dream, onward! progress! or so it seems?"
"You might laugh but you'll never smile, come on in and waste away a while"
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remote(update)
Posted Sep 18, 2010
You get the rose and i'll get the taxi
and we'll be home before you can say..
anything which might be held against me
like your lips against mine
or our hands by my sides
or
My inability to say, anything remotely interesting
You pull the poses, half breaking my neck
twisting my nerves up and tugging the thread
i hear the sound of a sigh, a rusty old chello
I'm the strong and silent type
all bow and no arrow
this one horse town holds has no space for a saddle
and i think it's fitting that I was forgotten
as the tree's left their leaves and fell into autumn
and we both awoke from a coma of oak
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Latest reply: Sep 18, 2010
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