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you sure look fine tonight, in the beer sign light.
why did you seem surprised when i saw through your disguise?
all your friends were there & no one had a care,
they all just looked away in this Honky Tonky Masquerade
well, johnny came in last night. man, he was an awful sight.
the bartender said, "hey johnny! there'll be no band tonight.
the piano man's drunk, he's been down in the dumps.
the drummers in bed, he got a pain in his head.
no johnny, there will be no band tonight.
well, i really had a ball last night. i held all the pretty boys tight.
i was feelin' single, seein' double, wound up in a whole lotta trouble.
have you seen the old man in the closed-down market,
kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?
in his eyes, you see no pride & held loosely at his side,
yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news
your hereos turn out to be assholes,
& the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train.
the singers in key, the guitars in tune, but the song is still slipping away.
monday morning - its time to get up.
two cups of coffee & she runs for the bus,
looks in the window & fixes her hair,
nobody notices, & nobody cares
when a hotel room's the closest thing you got to home,
you could be in Philadelphia, you could even be in Rome.
you gotta dial nine to get an outside line, i even need a concierge
just to take a drive, its a crazy life.
usually im level-headed, aint too excitable.
keep it on the slow & steady, Mr. Dependable.
always had the same job, the same look, the same friends,
thats the way its gonna stay, thats the way its always been.
she grew up in the city in a little subdivision,
her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken.
ballet, straight A's, most likely to succeed.
they bought her a car after graduation,
sent her down South for some higher education,
put her on the fast track to a law degree.
i grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
& a souped up car on a country road,
nothing much to do back then,
so we'd make bets on how much drink a guy could hold.
daddy works some dead-end job at the concrete plant,
mama taught the Sunday bible class.
for eighteen years i remember thinkin', there was more to life than that.
so i ran the streets to beat the Devil, goin' just as fast as i could fly.
cause i came here to live, i didnt come here to die.
i pick this guitar six nights a week,
daddy can't believe they're paying me.
it would be so easy to let it go to my head,
but there's just one thing i cant forget:
i grew up on a working man's wage,
blood, sweat & tears on every dollar i made.
im draggin' everybody down,
but being healthy's just a big drag anyway.
im startin' to reconsider things, i
m gonna live like a trucker without his uppers everyday.
cause God ******** up when he made us,
cause he made us so we could hate us
& the world can end in a second.
i was born the day they shot john lennon's brain,
& all my smiles are gettin' in the hate generations way.
tell em im gonna go out, shoot somebody in the mouth, first thing tomorrow.
i know a guy who goes to shows, when he's at home,
& he blows his nose; he don't use tissues or his sleeve,
he dont use napkins or any of these. he used magazines.
i know a girl who reminds me of Cher,
she's always changing the color of her hair.
she don't use anything that you buy at the store,
she likes her hair to be real orange, she uses tangerines.
i like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls & trains,
i like their lack of training, their primitive technique.
i think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school,
i think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool.
young soldiers want to come home, they call on the phone,
they tell their mama's they cry their eyes out every night.
these boys, our future fathers, don't want to be men anymore.
its too hard to be where they are.
i can hear gernades going off when we speak,
i could feel the fear he's living in.
i grew up in a small suburb town, about 40 miles from the city.
it's a quiet place but people have the biggest mouths.
it's the kind of place where people care more about your stories
than who you actually are, i guess that kind of makes sense when i look at myself.
and you can take the one thing i have left.
beat me to the ground and take my breath.
but you can't take who i am
and i swear we were born to let you down.
we scream but never make a sound.
your daddy works in porno, now that mommy's not around.
she used to love her heroin, but now she's underground.
so you stay out late, & you do your cocaine for free.
don't take it too bad, it's nothing you did;
just once something dies, you can't make it live.
So here i am at one in the morning, trying to be all heroic & rescue you.
But the truth is, i'm the one that needs to be rescued.
my brothers got a black & white picture with numbers across his chest.
& he'll do 15 years if his behavior stays at its best.
he took the blame to save his best friends name.
when a job that went bad down in Birmingham.
yeah, but he dont mind that orange suit because
he knows that clothes don't make the man.
I am a medicine. I am a poison.
I can heal you and I can kill you.
& im in my bedroom drawing in my notebook because my hand thinks im an artist.
but my heart knows im a poet. its just words, they mean so little to me.
i cant seem to deal with total trust. there is something very wrong with me.
meaning is sometimes hard to spot it begins with the flickering of cigarettes.
in the darkness of a dorm room, somewhere in the suffocated midwest.
& if this is real then i was mistaken. & if there is truth then why cant we find it?
beauty comes to those who have been waiting for something bigger than themselves.
this is the sound of hopeless ones as they stare down at their books.
& realize they have been lied to but if this is real then i was mistaken.
& the vision fades as quickly as it came, consistency like that which i have craved.
& language just happened. it was never planned.
& its inadequate to describe where i am in the room of my house
where the light has never been, waiting for this day to end.
tomorrow, when i wake up, im finding my brother
& making him take me back down to the water.
that lake where we sailed & laughed with our father.
i will not desert him, i will not desert him.
no matter how i may wish for a coffin so clean
or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me
i remember everything: the words we spoke on freezing South Street
& all those mornings watching you get ready for school.
you combed your hair inside that mirror.
the one you painted blue & glued with jewerly tears.
something about those bright colors would always make me feel better.
she dont think straight. shes got such a dirty mind & it never ever stops.
& you dont taste like her & you never ever will. & we dont read papers,
we dont read the news. heavens never enough, we will never be fooled.
with music destroyed, we'll only create noise.
sweet dissonance is all that you'll have left.
we'll dance across its grave.
the art of singing empty praise with knives of hope
& peace stab art to death
oh & look at us, dont we just look so famous,
with our makeup on, our smiles so clean.
we've lost concept of every notion,
every thought that we wrote in the scene.
10 bucks says you dont have it in you, to conquer fear
& quit believing what they tell you.
you are careening shamelessly into oblivion.
you wil llive alone with your chemical & gin.
is that what you call a get away?
tell me what did you get away from cause ive seen more spine in jelly fish.
ive seen more guts in 11 year old kids.
*RAWR* A Random Semi-Short Bio *RAWR*
I wasseven when I rode my bike into a lake.
My headcracked open.
Ninemonths later I fell off a pogo stick.
My nosewas shattered.
In fourth grade I shattered my foot playing soccer and was confined to crutches for six days.
I am a hypochondriac, hear me roar.
The Lion King was my favorite movie.
The Foot Book was my favorite book.
It still ranks in the topten.
Inthird grade I learned two things.
Headlice are not fun.
Mymother is secretly a hair assassin.
I am free.
I had a Great Depression of my own.
The summer before junior high i discovered myself, my faith, and my best friend.
I always got the feeling that portraits were staring at me
Three thingsprevent me from being fearless: Windows, drowning, and fear of the future.
My body hasdeveloped a tolerance for fruit mentos
I was told itwas an addiction.
In myfamily, the new york yankees are synonymous with the devil.
I’ve fallen asleep on NewYear’s Eve four out of the fourteen I have experienced.
I am 0-14 in keeping New Year’s resolutions.
Sometimes I want to take a stand against everything wrong. Other times I just want to fit in.
Typical teenagemindset.
Dancing and telling jokes: hobbies of mine that I possess no skill in.
My bestfriends are dinosaurs. My universal name for a friend is “skank”. Acquaintances, strangers, and those of noimportance can be referred to as “Who?”
A pessimist lives deep inside my soul.
Sprinting down thefield towards a ball rocketing past her at light speed releases the largestamount of endorphins you have ever seen.
Often I remark topeople “I munna eat chyoo"
Who says I can’t havemy cake and eat it too?
Ihave thought about going into something medical in college.
Iam scared of the real world.
I am my own worst enemy.
Cattygirls rank up there, too.
i'm a health nutwith a monstrous sweet tooth.
Ilike gore movies as much as the next person,
aslong as the next person is faint at the sight of blood.
Ipredict traveling the world will become a future hobby of mine.
My confident exterior is likea sponge; holes making my self-doubt shine through like a flashlight.
A dreamer
who has suffered therude awakening of pre-adulthood.
I am a prisoner to Sudoku, completing one puzzle aday.
I’m proud to say that I can complete the hardones.
Goalsand order are most valuable.
A lyrical genius with songbird melodies.
A happy girl with many friends.
An anarchist with a rebel yell.
Itook a gamble on life.
Appreciatemy gamble.
I wasseven when I rode my bike into a lake.
My headcracked open.
Ninemonths later I fell off a pogo stick.
My nosewas shattered.
In fourth grade I shattered my foot playing soccer and was confined to crutches for six days.
I am a hypochondriac, hear me roar.
The Lion King was my favorite movie.
The Foot Book was my favorite book.
It still ranks in the topten.
Inthird grade I learned two things.
Headlice are not fun.
Mymother is secretly a hair assassin.
I am free.
I had a Great Depression of my own.
The summer before junior high i discovered myself, my faith, and my best friend.
I always got the feeling that portraits were staring at me
Three thingsprevent me from being fearless: Windows, drowning, and fear of the future.
My body hasdeveloped a tolerance for fruit mentos
I was told itwas an addiction.
In myfamily, the new york yankees are synonymous with the devil.
I’ve fallen asleep on NewYear’s Eve four out of the fourteen I have experienced.
I am 0-14 in keeping New Year’s resolutions.
Sometimes I want to take a stand against everything wrong. Other times I just want to fit in.
Typical teenagemindset.
Dancing and telling jokes: hobbies of mine that I possess no skill in.
My bestfriends are dinosaurs. My universal name for a friend is “skank”. Acquaintances, strangers, and those of noimportance can be referred to as “Who?”
A pessimist lives deep inside my soul.
Sprinting down thefield towards a ball rocketing past her at light speed releases the largestamount of endorphins you have ever seen.
Often I remark topeople “I munna eat chyoo"
Who says I can’t havemy cake and eat it too?
Ihave thought about going into something medical in college.
Iam scared of the real world.
I am my own worst enemy.
Cattygirls rank up there, too.
i'm a health nutwith a monstrous sweet tooth.
Ilike gore movies as much as the next person,
aslong as the next person is faint at the sight of blood.
Ipredict traveling the world will become a future hobby of mine.
My confident exterior is likea sponge; holes making my self-doubt shine through like a flashlight.
A dreamer
who has suffered therude awakening of pre-adulthood.
I am a prisoner to Sudoku, completing one puzzle aday.
I’m proud to say that I can complete the hardones.
Goalsand order are most valuable.
A lyrical genius with songbird melodies.
A happy girl with many friends.
An anarchist with a rebel yell.
Itook a gamble on life.
Appreciatemy gamble.
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Mostly that icon. Nima needs to see it because you know who did the crime >=D
Muahaha
*steals icons*
We need to practice our "move it move it" dance ^^
Amandasaurus Rex
Your profile
Is amazing
Srsly
It looks as if it was made by Gods.
you profile is ******** awesome!
so big
haha
xxx
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Thanks. [/list:u]