Ship Of Gold |
Tin Shacks And Catfish BonesHave Been About All I've Ever Known.The Junebugs Rattle And RollAround The Old Maypole.Thunder And Lightning,The Catfish Are Biting,I Took A Riverboat Downstream.I Think Yo... Posted by Timothy on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 02:52:00 PST |
Baby lou tattoo |
Opening the door, Misfits playing on the stereoI'm finally homeA tattoo doll awaiting my call12 needle injection,Stroked on skin with affectionThe buzz of her diced tattoo machineMakes me wanna cry fo... Posted by Timothy on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 03:16:00 PST |
Flesh Into Gear |
I can't expect you to seeMe when I'm not aroundAnd my voice is destroyedBy confinement of soundI'm a human machineLaced with hidden diseaseIf the future is bleakThen you're connected to meFlesh into g... Posted by Timothy on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 03:25:00 PST |
I Write Sins Not Tragedies |
Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" say... Posted by Timothy on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 06:57:00 PST |
Buried Alive By Love |
Again the burden of losing restUpon my shouldersAnd its weight seems unbearableYour tomb is where your heart is,I should've told herBut within me hid a secret so terribleTo cry is to know that you're ... Posted by Timothy on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:56:00 PST |
Christmas in Hollis |
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark
When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer
But... Posted by Timothy on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 04:03:00 PST |
Shipwrecked |
I wonder as I wanderedDo you wonder me? I always sit, and think of youAnd smile in memorySo if you raise a glassTo love you passedRaise a glass to meCause Im lonely as a sailorShip wrecked on the seaI... Posted by Timothy on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 05:54:00 PST |
Of Mice And Men |
Of Mice And MenThe fire burns on and onThat drives me on till all is goneExcept the simple plansOf mice and menBack when I was just seventeenI thought that I knew everythingI could make it in this sce... Posted by Timothy on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 07:09:00 PST |
Tortures Of The Damned |
I hate myself more than I ever let on.I'm burned out at 22.I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young, but I chose this cup that I drank from.Knew what I was getting into. But I coul... Posted by Timothy on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 05:05:00 PST |
Our Sick Story ( Thus Far ) |
When we danced, so prestine and Knee deep in sin, balls deep in hate, I see your face, I see your face And it tears me, tears me up My mouth is full of love My head is held in shame When you kiss me D... Posted by Timothy on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 09:16:00 PST |