wrong & right |
my guitar smells like a discarded cigaretteand you smell like you've been out drinking all nightwe battle until the sun finally emergeswith no conclusion of who is wrong and who is rightyou tell me th...
Posted by Robot IQ on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 11:55:00 PST |
guillotine |
i dial '666' to see youit's tattooed on your wrist andyour hair clouds up like halosthere's irony in fashionyou're bleeding from the insidesit's peeking through the cracks inyour cheeksyour smile spli...
Posted by Robot IQ on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 11:39:00 PST |
clock song |
tick tock dancing melodiesbattle pushy harmoniespumping through my arteriesand fill my head with a swirling rush of red....dancing in the alleywaysi'll look back on black scally daysthe salad days spe...
Posted by Robot IQ on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 07:04:00 PST |
don't fret and worry friend.... |
well don't fret and worry, friend!you're an amerikan!stand up and be proud!don't let them tell you differently.you'll see that this isn't the end,we'll live to buy and sell for another day.when you we...
Posted by Robot IQ on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 09:35:00 PST |
miles davis, folk singer... |
...so i sat there and i fucked around with my acoustic guitar. she sat over at the other end of the bed, just watching. intently. an empty smile resting gently just above her pretty little fleshy chin...
Posted by Robot IQ on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 05:22:00 PST |
concrete fish |
floating belly up
concrete fish in a waterless pond don't swim...
they've got nowhere to go...
so dark that i can't see
plastic stars onthe ceiling need a good charge...
seem to fade so fast......
Posted by Robot IQ on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 09:33:00 PST |
