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Longstock
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Inlägg av Longstock » 2007-06-19 11:54:48

staretsen skrev:Är "konfaläger" stockholmsdialekt eller något? Jag har aldrig hört det förut.
Jag hade först heller ingen aning om vad konfa var föränn min kompis berättade det för mig, för inte så länge sen. (sthlm)
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR

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lillis
Hedersbit
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Inlägg av lillis » 2007-06-19 11:58:38

Linkin Park - Crawling (IN MY SKIIIIIIN)
crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real


there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem


to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real

Mig med
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Inlägg av Mig med » 2007-06-19 12:39:12

MooDHooDs skrev:
lillis skrev:
markmc skrev:Konfaläger? =p
Konfirmationsläger, du är väl i ganska precis den åldern nu också?
Han går väl i 9an vad jag vet..?[/quote
Aha, då vet jag.

Nej, jag ska inte konfirmera mig, fick hem en sån lapp förut, dög fint till att tända kaminen med (Då vi hade en sån dvs).

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Pinto
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Blev medlem: 2002-07-29 15:40:54

Inlägg av Pinto » 2007-06-19 14:06:05

Bättre text får man leta efter. 8)

Turbonegro - Prince of the Rodeo
Hi-ridin' daddy-o
Spur-hump heyho let's go
Fornicator of the lasso
Sperminator of the asshole
Prince of the rodeo
Shoot the chute
Pull the flute
I'm back in the saddle -
the world's most progressive cowboy
And don't forget the clown
I'm ridin' high, I'm ridin' low
Prince of the rodeo
We dance to all the wrong songs

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Des
Inlägg: 3843
Blev medlem: 2005-04-22 10:27:46
Ort: Härnösand

Inlägg av Des » 2007-06-26 0:13:57

Ultima Thule - Sista brevet hem
Ett sorgens brev jag skriver
med hand av ålder trött.
Min kära ändat färden
och åter hemåt vänt.
Hon var en rosig blomma
uti den gröna vår,
Men tårar henne följt alltsen vi for.

Jag minns den frukt hon gav mig
från en apel utanför;
Ett frö som hon bar med sig hemifrån.
Det vårdträd som hon vaktat
nu växt och burit frukt.
Den skörden blev min sorg och hennes slut.

Svag och blek; en viskning:
Är jag kommen hem igen?
Så går hon bort min älskling och reser åter hem
Ett leende av lycka:
Jag är hemmavid igen.
Så far hon bort min älskling och får ro.

Över havet gick vår resa,
här i väster fanns vårt mål.
Jag kunde inte ana
hennes lidande och kval.
Jag trodde allt blir bättre,
tiden läker alla sår.
Säkert står hon leende en dag.

Jag sett hon stått vid stranden
med blick i fjärran fäst.
Hur tårar utav längtan
stal all kraft ut hennes bröst.
Men ej hjärtat hastigt brister
när så saknad sakta tär,
Ett hjärta blöder sakta, tynar bort.

Svag och blek; en viskning:
Är jag kommen hem igen?
Så går hon bort min älskling och reser åter hem
Ett leende av lycka:
Jag är hemmavid igen.
Så far hon bort min älskling och får ro.

Svag och blek; en viskning:
Är jag kommen hem igen?
Så går hon bort min älskling och reser åter hem
Ett leende av lycka:
Jag är hemmavid igen.
Så far hon bort min älskling och får ro.

Svag och blek; en viskning:
Är jag kommen hem igen?
Så går hon bort min älskling och reser åter hem
Ett leende av lycka:
Jag är hemmavid igen.
Så far hon bort min älskling och får ro.

Svag och blek; en viskning:
Är jag kommen hem igen?
Så går hon bort min älskling och reser åter hem
Ett leende av lycka:
Jag är hemmavid igen.
Så far hon bort min älskling och får ro.
There's a guy works down the chip chop swears he's elvis

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AshTray
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Inlägg av AshTray » 2007-06-26 2:07:13

Världens bästa låt, evah!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGLzpfBB460
Lifeseeker - Gone Guru


Well he ain't my boy but the brother is heavy
gave away my possessions and moved inot a chevy
van, yeah thats the masterplan
drive into the woods and eat corn out the can
yeah I gave it all away, the hard rock band
the groupies the booze, the all night jams
now all these fans, asking where did he go?
meditating on a rock letting go of the ego
so rappin with the squirrels is the way of the mountain
they took half my nuts and berries
and riddled "who's counting?"
bit my finger with the truth, the blood was spouting
now my cup overfloweth, just like a fountain
seen birds in the sky, trees inbetween
grubs in the ground, it was so serene
the sky was blue, yeah the grass was green
and that's three square meals if you know what I mean
so now I wake up every morning with a fat cup of piss
my third eyes open so give me some swiss miss
saw a thirty foot fairy walking down your street
though I was down with God I had to yell retreat

because I gone guru so cut the ballyhoo
rock the tamborines and the didgeridoo
set the animals free from the pimpin zoo
and I'll elevate your mind like airplane glue

Out in the desert on a three day stint
I had a revelation and I made a mint
so take a hint and won't you join the club
send your wife to my hut for the body rub
pumpin metal guru in the subaru
four wheel drive to the commune
pick up the crew
and we out to the zen monastery on the prairie
where I milk the holy cow but quit the dairy
snowboarding with the yeti eating vegi spaghetti
don't have to live like no refuge, peace to tom petty!
ready steady spiritually grow
til I found out my boy worked for the cointelpro
gram damn now I gots to scram
and start handing out my leaflets in bethlehem
cause the bibles played out so I'm writing a new text
we are all one, so what's the problem with group sex!?
and so many children want to join the fold
mike love on line two, put that sucker on hold
and shine, to thine own self be true
they can't tell you what to do when you've gone guru
yeah shine, to thine own self be true
they can't tell you what to do when you've gone guru
you got to shine! to thine own self be true
they can't tell you what to do when you've gone guru

gone guru in my new nehru
so rock the tamborines and the didgeridoo
I'll deliver whover pays what's due
that's nine for me and one for you

awwww yeah we got it going on and it's strong up in here tonight
we got that incense, burning! we got them peacock feathers, tickling!
we got all that cuckoo karma connection, that you can use
so come on people, get with the program, we can get this together...
tonight!

too many wives for ohio they were looking to try me
so I got twelve divorces said aloha hawaii
arrived without traveling they lost my bags
another trial for my people, don't scratch the jag!
you know they say hang loose, but they really don't mean it!
deported me to rio and you watched it on cnet
new, chumps had me singing the blues
til thirty thousand showed up with the right to choose
rose petals in path milk in my bath
and now harrison ford wants my autograph
I laughed when we met cause he busted a sweat
then I stuck out my tongue he donated a jet
cold stole the spotlight from the dali lama
cause my crews coming tight in the orange pajamas
got sixteen caddies and 29 rolls
fuck the shoes I transcended the sole
with constant expansion I live in a mansion
getting jiggy with madonna and marilyn manson
sixty minutes expose taxes you never paid
papparazzi! code blue! down toupee!
yes I'm starting to age I can feel it in my bones
my advisors tell me, start thinking bout clones
found out! heaven is a place on earth!
I cut off my head it cost all I was worth
cryogenic robot, now my head can spin
I'll be around a million years, let the party begin
party robot, now my head can spin
I'll be around a million years let the party begin

gone guru new nehru
rock tamborine and didgeri too
must free animals from pimpin zoo
deliver who? 2+2
gone gone g gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
gone gone g gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
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lillis
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Inlägg av lillis » 2007-06-26 10:19:10

Sigur Rós - Hoppipolla
Brosandi
Hendumst í hringi
Höldumst í hendur
Allur heimurinn óskýr
nema þú stendur

Rennblautur
Allur rennvotur
Engin gúmmístígvél
Hlaupandi í okkur ?
Vill springa út úr skel

Vindur í
og útilykt ? af hárinu þínu
Ég lamdi eins fast og ég get
með nefinu mínu
Hoppipolla
Í engum stígvélum
Allur rennvotur
Í engum stígvélum

Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp
(Vonlenska)

Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp
(Vonlenska)

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MooDHooDs
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Kontakt:

Inlägg av MooDHooDs » 2007-06-26 14:38:47

staretsen skrev:Är "konfaläger" stockholmsdialekt eller något? Jag har aldrig hört det förut.
Konfermationsläger lär väl vara jobbigt att utala på alla dialekter?
Dyslexi

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Kalimac
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Ort: Göteborg

Inlägg av Kalimac » 2007-06-26 16:49:19

Astrid Lindgren - Fattig Bonddräng
Jag är fattig bonddräng, men jag lever ändå.
Dagar går och kommer, medan jag knogar på.
Harvar, sår och plöjer, mockar, gräver och bär.
Går bak mina oxar, hojtar visslar och svär.

Jag är fattig bonddräng, och jag tuggar mitt snus.
Och när lörda'n kommer, vill jag ta mig ett rus.
Sen, när jag blitt livad vill jag tampas och slåss.
Vila hos en flicka vill jag också, förstås.

Sen, så kommer sönda'n, och då vill våran präst,
att jag ska i kyrkan, men då sover jag mest.
Prästen kan väl sova hela måndagen men,
för en fattig bonddräng, börjar knoget igen.

Så går hela veckan, alla dagar och år.
Jag går med min lie, och jag plöjer och sår.
Jag kör mina oxar och jag hässjar mitt hö.
Harvar, gnor och trälar, och till sist ska jag dö.

Står där, fattig bonddräng invid Himmelens port.
Lite rädd och ledsen för de synder jag gjort.
Man ska inte supa, hålls med flickor och slåss.
Herren, Gud i Himlen, är väl missnöjd förstås.

Men, då säger Herren: Fattig bonddräng, kom hit.
Jag har sett din strävan och ditt eviga slit.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, är Du välkommen här.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, skall Du vara mig när.

Åh, jag, fattig bonddräng står så still inför Gud.
Och sen klär han på mig den mest snövita skrud.
Nu Du, säger Herren, är ditt arbete slut.
Nu Du, fattig bonddräng, nu får Du vila ut.
<scampwork> IN THE GRIM FUTURE OF COOKING, THERE IS ONLY NOODLES

kqr
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Inlägg av kqr » 2007-06-26 17:00:27

Sorrow - Pink Floyd skrev: The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words,
Of promises broken
Till exempel.

staretsen
Avstängd
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Blev medlem: 2004-03-26 8:35:14

Inlägg av staretsen » 2007-06-26 17:06:42

MooDHooDs skrev:Konfermationsläger lär väl vara jobbigt att utala på alla dialekter?
Nej, men "konfirmassjoooonsleeeääger" lär ju vara jobbigt.

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ulflaban
Inlägg: 1399
Blev medlem: 2006-02-02 18:36:09

Inlägg av ulflaban » 2007-06-26 17:15:58

The Mars Volta - Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus skrev:The ocean floor is hidden
From your viewing lens
A depth perception
Languished in the night
All my life,I’ve been
Sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout
A lachrymal cloud

Niño preparate
Que vas a sufrir
Niño preparate
Salte veneno
Niño preparate
Salte de aqui
Niño preparate
Labios temblando
Niño preparate
Salte venedo
Niño preparate
Salte de aqui
Niño preparate
Brincan los cuerpos
Vas a sufrir

My nails peel back
When the taxidermist ruined
Goose stepped the freckling impatience
All the brittle tombs
Five hundred little q’s
I’m splitting hairs to
Match the faces

All night I’ll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean
Sangre
Sonando
De rabia naci

Now this train don’t lie
An abortion that survived
A lineage of
Bastard mastacation
All the severed proof
Talons scratch my suit
These are the feathers
That replace them

All night I’ll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean
Sangre
Sonando
De rabia nací

Who do you trust
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb

I found the remnants
Of a crescent fang
It cleaned my wing
Down to the bone
Umbilical syllables
Left to decode
Down in the cradle
I can taste it
Come on now

All night I’ll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean
Sangre
Sonando
De rabia naci

Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb

Bring me this plague
She took a drink
Those nicotine stains
On his every word
My scavenger quilt
Will only hide the truth

Bring me
Bring me this plague

I count the days to find
What was left behind
Only these names I clutch
Will lead me to my home
Somehow this river marks
A wrinkle hand in mine
And everyday that parts
The water into two
Mothers and feathers start
To drown the living proof
I can’t remember these lakes of blood
Wrapped in a blanket
There sweats a cut

Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb
Glossolalia coats my skin

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Raspberry
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Inlägg av Raspberry » 2007-07-14 0:25:25

The Postal Service - Sleeping In

Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove
Slightly bored and severely confused
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
And became famous on that day in November

Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
ooh, ooh

And then last night I had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where concerns about the world getting warmer
The people thought that they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in November

Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
(Now we can swim any day in November)
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in

Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
(repeat with various ooh's)
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Calidus
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Blev medlem: 2007-06-30 19:38:41
Ort: Örebro

Inlägg av Calidus » 2007-07-16 2:37:39

Alltid gillat vissa av Varg's texter:


Burzum - Key To The Gate

My eyes are shut I cannot see
though clear is thy despair
I drift away - far away
from places of which you seek

Though I seek thy hell
yuo close the gate before me
Your life is right, and I'm to
follow to your paradise

I cannot fall in love
love is for them
Lusting for the sky -
Heaven

Why did I come to this world
of sorrow why is this true
Where is my dagger of sacrifice

I will open the gates to Hell one
day...




---------
Men ingen slår Nödtveidt =):




Dissection - The Somberlain


I fell deeper and deeper as light now was gone
I could feel the dark embrace my soul
Agony was no more, and so was pain
At this point of solitude I knew I was there
There where I belong
Thus far a long journey through my souls infinity
It has been a journey far beyond mortality
I have found what I wanted, tranquillity
I'll thrive on evil, eternally

I flew over crystal ground
My existence, numb
Over orchards of grievance,
sorrow and tears
This beautiful silence
calls me now
Black fog devours me but I can see it all
The monument of my past,
this land of seven horizons before my eyes
I reach the land of spiritual rest

Its the dawn of descending
- I am the Somberlain
down to evil divine domain

Lord of infernal, gather my strength
Carry me through the gates

Its the dawn of descending
- I am the Somberlain
down to evil divine domain

For Im eternal night
- Im the Somberlain
Precede my evil divine domain
[/i][/quote]
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kajs
Inlägg: 1025
Blev medlem: 2003-12-29 13:34:00

Inlägg av kajs » 2007-07-23 15:38:09

the shins - know your onion!

Shut out, pimpled and angry.
I quietly tied all my guts into knots.
Gave up on trying to make them,
I figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides...

It was undeniably clear to me i don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew what worthless dregs we've always been.

Lucked out and found my favorite records
Lying in wait at the birmingham mall.
The songs that i heard,
The occasional book
Were the only fun i ever took.
And i got on with making myself.
The trick is just making yourself.

But when they're parking their cars on your chest
You've still got a view of the summer sky
To make it hurt twice when your restless body
Caves to its whims
And suddenly struggles to take flight...

Three thousand miles north east
I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads.
"what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love."
Yes i know but i must say in my own defense
It's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew the worthless dregs we are,
The selfless, loving saints we are,
The melting, sliding dice we've always been.

vlinder
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Blev medlem: 2004-05-02 22:19:19
Ort: skåne.

Inlägg av vlinder » 2007-07-23 19:41:21

Sång till friheten

Du är det finaste jag vet
Du är det dyraste i världen
Du är som stjärnorna
Som vindarna
Som vågorna
Som fåglarna
Som blommorna på marken

Du är min ledstjärna och vän
Du är min tro, mitt hopp, min kärlek
Du är mitt blod
Och mina lungor
Mina ögon
Mina skuldror
Mina händer och mitt hjärta

Friheten är ditt vackra namn
Vänskapen är din stolta moder
Rättvisan är din broder
Freden är din syster
Kampen är din fader
Framtiden ditt ansvar
noli turbare circulos meus

vlinder
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Blev medlem: 2004-05-02 22:19:19
Ort: skåne.

Inlägg av vlinder » 2007-07-23 19:44:16

oh, glömde!
woman with the tattooed hands - atmosphere

I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't attractive she was beautiful
but it's the way that she interacted
she was aggressively passive to the point where she
would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her
on the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress
the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (sweet flower)
now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take to this womans womb
it didn't make sense how she could commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
now if I've learned anything in my years (my years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)
but what happened next damn near stole my tears
the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and showed me why she never took some time with a man
they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
and I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for each one of em I've hurt
and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
about Woman taking in all she can
and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat in my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands

There's good and evil in each individual fire
identifies needs and feeds our desires
as long as we keep our spirit inspired
she can bite her bottom lip all she wants
noli turbare circulos meus

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Kaleid999
Inlägg: 93
Blev medlem: 2006-10-24 18:15:03
Ort: Skövde

Inlägg av Kaleid999 » 2007-07-24 3:26:33

Straight To You (Nick Cave)

All the towers of ivory are crumbling
And the swallows have sharpened their beaks
This is the time of our great undoing
This is the time that I'll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time

The light in our window is fading
The candle gutters on the ledge
Well now sorrow, it comes a-stealing
And I'll cry, girl, but I'll come a-running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
Once again

Gone are the days of rainbows
Gone are the nights of swinging from the stars
For the sea will swallow up the mountains
And the sky will throw thunder-bolts and sparks
Straight at you
But I'll come a-running
Straight to you
But I'll come a-running
One more time

Heaven has denied us its kingdom
The saints are drunk howling at the moon
The chariots of angels are colliding
Well, I'll run, babe, but I'll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time
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12305(th) Night (Neubauten)

This is my 12305th night
the first few thousand
you might as well forget
just as I have also
this one here is almost finished, too

what remains is nicotine and yellow fingers

many before I've frittered to power
and diced and mined into bits
in many expended, exhausted, escaped
extinguished, chased the dragon
In a handful I got very close
towards the end, close to the end,
right at the end, towards morning
in its passing drowned

what remains is alcohol and numbed dreams

some were endless and I set out and off
to wait where nonetheless no bus goes
all passed by till now, till 12305

in some you were pressent
but I was not entirely there
in many I sought you in my sleep
in many I sought you sleeping

what remains?

from here to Mars was closer
than from me to you
I seemed to be made of anti-matter -
dangerous!

it was my 12305th night
in which you appeared
you made your eyes glow
I'm sure with some fair reason
you were seeking the same thing and
for the same reason
you too were then drawn to me
you were my secret mirror image
I drew you up and towards me
inside you - I saw myself; and inversely
Do not stir up love
before it is itself willing
before it is itself willing

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The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Telegram


i figure it out what to say
but now that you've gone away
and everythings turned out wrong
i turned around you were gone
girl

to my surprise
i could not be
the boy that you love
you ran away
and over me
and if i knew that
you would run
so far beyond my reach
i would have wished
that you were free

i figured it out just today
but now your so far away
and everything turned out wrong
i opened my eyes and your gone
girl

surprise,surprise
i did not see
that you had gone off
you ran away
and over me
and if i knew that you would run
so far beyound my reach
i would have wished that you could be
i would have wished,wished you could see
i would have wished that you were free

but man it seems cold out today
i wish it was yesterday
cause this day turned out wrong
and this day seems so damn long.
We dance to all the wrong songs

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