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What The Hell Am I?
Thousand Eyes, A Fly
Lucky Then I'd Be
In One Day Deceased
Sickman, Sickman, Sickman
I Can Feel The Wheel But I Can't Steer
When My Thoughts Become My Biggest Fear
Ah, What's The Difference, I'll Die
In This Sick World Of Mine
What The Hell Am I?
Leper From Inside
Inside Wall Of Peace
Dirty And Diseased
Sickman, Sickman, Sickman
I Can See The End Is Getting Near
I Won't Rest Untill My Head Is Clear
Can You See The End?
Choke On Me My Friend
Must To Drown These Thoughts
Purity Over Rot
Yeah, Though I Walk Through The Valley Of Rape
And Despair
With Head High And Eyes Alert
I Tread On A Plane Of Many
We Who Are Of Good Nature And Intention,
But Cannot Touch On The Dark
Recess Of Memory
And Pain Learned, So Come Walk
With Me, Feel The Pain,
And Release It
What The Hell Am I?
Worn Eroded Pride
Saddened 10 Mile Wide
I'm Gonna Let It Slide
Sickman, Sickman, Sickman
I Can Feel The Wheel But I Can't Steer
When My Thoughts Become My Biggest Fear
Ah, What's The Difference, I'll Die
In This Sick World Of Mine
Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from thisBullshit three ring circus sideshow of FreaksHere in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car.It's a Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of FreaksHere in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from thisStupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim.Mom is going to fix it all soon, Mom is coming round to put it back the way it oughtta be...Learn to swim.Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.Learn to swim.Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory.Learn to swim.Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses.Learn to swim.Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away.Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines.I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend.I wanna see it all come down. suck it down. flush it down.
I WANT TO FUCK YOU SOOOOO BAD
YUMMMMMMMMMM
soaking fucking perfection
ears and
lips and
rain.
i can taste it on you.those sweet drops of silver,
cold as ice.
Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan. Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees. He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy. Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. Everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks. I want to try it your way this time. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. We squelched in the mud of our joy. I was wet-thighed with surrender. Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. This is the business. This, is what we're after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. Fly away sun. Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan. A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too. I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning. I gave him a name. His name was thomas. Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum.
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.IIEyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer --Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdomIIIThis is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone.IVThe eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdomsIn this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid riverSightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.VHere we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning.Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the ShadowFor Thine is the KingdomBetween the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the ShadowLife is very longBetween the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomFor Thine is Life is For Thine is theThis is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. be strict.... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ..be strict..... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. ..
God SMACK (aic) Care Not For The Men Who Wonder Straw That Broke Your Back, You're Under Cast All Them Aside Who Care Empty Eyes And Dead End StareDon't You Know That None Are Blind To The Lie, And You Think I Don't Find What You Hide?What In God's Name Have You Done? Stick Your Arm For Some Real FunFor The Horse You've Grown Much Fonder Than For Me, That I Don't Ponder As The Hair Of One Who Bit You Smiling Bite Your Own Self, TooAnd I Think That You're Not Blind To The Ones You Left Behind I'll Be HereSo Be Yearning All Your Life Twisting, Turning Like A KnifeNow You Know The Reasons Why Can't Get High Or You Will Die Or You'll DieSo Your Sickness Weighs A Ton And God's Name Is Smack For Some