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  • what she said

    What she said:
    "How come someone hasn't noticed that I'm dead
    And decided to bury me?
    God knows, I'm ready...."
    La-la-la ...

    What she said was sad
    But then, all the rejection she's had
    To pretend to be happy
    Could only be idiocy
    La-la-la ...


    What she said was not for the job or lover that she never had
    Oh ...
    No no no ...


    What she read
    All heady books,
    She'd sit and prophesise
    It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
    To really really open her eyes


    What she said:
    "I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an Early death, and I need to cling to something..."
  • all men have secrets and here is mine

    I am the son
    and the heir
    of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
    I am the son and heir
    of nothing in particular

    You shut your mouth
    how can you say
    I go about things the wrong way
    I am human and I need to be loved
    just like everybody else does

    There's a club if you'd like to go
    you could meet somebody who really loves you
    so you go, and you stand on your own
    and you leave on your own
    and you go home, and you cry
    and you want to die

    When you say it's gonna happen "now"
    well, when exactly do you mean?
    see I've already waited too long
    and all my hope is gone

    How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths

    brilliant


  • Reflection

    I have come curiously close to the end, down
    Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
    Defeated, I concede and
    Move closer
    I may find comfort here
    I may find peace within the emptiness
    How pitiful

    It's calling me...

    And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
    The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
    As full and bright as I am
    This light is not my own and
    A million light reflections pass over me

    Its source is bright and endless
    She resuscitates the hopeless
    Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

    And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
    Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
    I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
    I pray the light lifts me out
    Before I pine away.

    So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
    To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
    And you will come to find that we are all one mind
    Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
    Just let the light touch you
    And let the words spill through
    And let them pass right through
    Bringing out our hope and reason ...
    before we pine away.
    (by Maynard James Keenan)

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