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for the wretched and bored ARE
YOU ALL RIGHT
They caught me opening up your casket...
But I just wanted to see if you were all
right.
I'M SORRY
Gee...I'm sorry...
Here, let me put your head back on.the
TASTY DOG song
She's...
A tasty dog, she's in a tasty world.
She's a tasty girl
-And she's mine. AMAZE
HER
He cut his eye with a razor
He did it to amaze her.
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---------songs
to sing while dressing
TECHNO RAP SONG
Yo it's Cranky
It's hot an' I'm stanky
Gimme a hanky
Doin' the Techno-Ho
Oh, oh, uh-oh.
Makin' charts flow
makin' em' grow
till they touch the
flo'
Doin' the Techno-Ho
Oh, oh, uh-oh.
Shakin' management
I'm hell bent
for your employment
Doin' the Techno-Ho
Oh, oh, uh-oh.
Starbucks coffee
makes me pee
so I'll drink three
Doin' the Techno-Ho
Oh, oh, uh-oh
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-------------songs to
knit by
YOU
AND ME
I stepped into a world that you
Tried so hard to make untrue.
I tried to laugh 'till no jokes were left,
Just me and you and bitterness. You
saw me and felt redeemed.
Another chance at love, it seemed.
But I wasn't the Angel that you thought...
A broken toy is what you bought. Wind
it up and watch it go...
Too bad, I think it moved too slow.
Refunds none and no returns
We both got what we had earned. I
hoped, that you would change your ways.
But such a high price you'd have to pay-
You would have then faced such pain...
Of not having someone else to blame. Sad
it is that it ends like this-
Just
you and me and bitterness.
SLUMBER
PARTY
You may be frozen
And I might be dead.
It's still the same game played in our heads.
Clinging notions of how to behave...
I'm an animal, not a moral slave.
Broken fences, sexual lust
Enliven dispositions, kicking up dust.
And when green lights always turn red,
I'll forget that I've loved you-
Back to business instead.
It's true, so true, we knew
It had to end this way, you say.
Alright that night I did fight-
But instinct got in my way.
Headaches and fevers, just an excuse.
No stopping this from breaking loose.
May be sin and terrible crime...
But Honey, make me make up for my lost time.
JUST
FINE
Rest and relax
There is no rush.
Unless you are one
Who needs a good smack.
But where's all the fun?
You're losing tracks.
You wanna come back
And old stranger to everyone.
Rise and shine,
it's daylight hour.
Looking at glazed eyes at the window pane.
Look outside then drink some more.
You're become quite the bore...
A lonely idiot who lost his score.
Coward with
crutches,
A joke to yourself.
You joke when you're crying.
Nobody knows you're having a hell of a time...
'Cause you said that you were just fine.
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---------songs
to shoot dope by
BAD DAY
I sold my veins to get a plane,
Now I'm flyin'...
Borrowed your soul to make me whole,
Now you're cryin'...
Thought I scored with the drugstore whore,
Now she's dyin'...
What a mistake- to play Ball at Eight,
Think I'm lyin'?
Put that gun away 'cause I'm havin' a Bad
Day
A Bad Bad Day.
Picked a fight jus' to stay up all night,
It's so sexy...
I'm never the same once I've won the game,
I'm so sorry...
When you're gone I'm so loyal,
To Crown Royal...
Good night to you all in the afterhours ball,
No cards left on my table.
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knitting songs
P.S.
Was there ever a day that I
Will forgive myself to cast an eye
Upon a soul with a solemn tale
And told me of a prison's walls...
Afraid to let run away
Feelings of truth and destiny.
Baring my soul once more to find
That I was mortal and I was blind.
Two panthers caged yet separated
By steel bars of years of hatred.
Yet close enough to see so clear
The outside world feeling comforted.
I should have listened to my own words.
I should have drawn the curtains tight.
Do I think I am the savior
Of the stranger in my life?
Was there ever a day that
I
Will forgive myself to cast an eye
Upon a soul with a solemn tale
And told me of his prison walls...
STREETWALKER
Do you like the streets at night
When someone's got
The edge of a knife
Tucked away in a corner of his
thoughts
And shoulders the weight
Hearing those voices scoff?
Pardon me, Sir.
But did I hear my name?
I get no answer
As I cry out protests
To lamp posts lighting graves.
And foggy gloom lifts the spirits
Of those who live for the joy
Of sorrow.
What brings tomorrow?
Daybreak and all is
forgotten.
The Henchman leaves
And the ships come in.
CAN'T GET
MOVING
This is a place for
Romper Room
Or Vietnam Playtime Hour.
Can't do a thing with it.
Surprising that there aren't armies
Of termites,
Or fleets of cockroaches.
Just me.
And I can't get moving, can't get moving.
Supposed to do some work
today.
Christ, but there's that bottle of M.D. 20-20 on the barstool...
In the basement.
I just remembered that...
What was I supposed to do today?
Who cares. Someone probably did it already. Besides,
I can't get moving, can't get moving.
Always thought I could be
something.
Like an Einstein.
My I.Q. tests thought so too...
Somewhere in those clouds I was making
Atomic bombs and cancer cures...
While stuck on Chapter One
Line Two.
Everyone else was through.
Since I couldn't get moving
Couldn't get moving.
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