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| lay your belly under mine. you're naked under me, under me...
such a filthy dimming shine, the way you kick and scream, kick and scream
leaving texas for the weekend
kansas city-bound
RIP Granddad.
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| And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this way
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Have fallen 'neath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
And how you are furrowed like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way | | |
| Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face.
the kind you'd find on someone that could save
if they don't put me away,
well it'll be a miracle.
do you believe you're missing out,
that everything good is happening somewhere else?
but with nobody in your bed
the night's hard to get through.
and I will die all alone.
and when I arrive, I won't know anyone.
Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
so what did you do those three days you were dead?
casue this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die
i'm a little bit scared of what comes after
do I get the gold chariot?
do I float through the sea?
do I divide and fall apart?
cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.
and this ship went down in sight of land.
and at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands?
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| michael and aneta sitting in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
first comes love
then comes marriage
then comes the polak in the baby carriage
(:
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| it's over after two years.
i'm gonna need a lot of fucking chocolate.
merry christmas.
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