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  • impostal22
    disgruntled...
    • Apr 2003
    • 1623

    #31
    from autumn to ashes - "short stories with tragic endings"
    (especially the stuff in parentheses...)


    Here you stand seething with guilt.
    Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
    The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
    the one thing that I cannot give.

    (Did you ever see that one person
    and the way they do these things
    and it hurts you so much it's like choking choking choking
    down the embers)

    I can give you freedom from your guilt,
    with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
    I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
    I can give you death with the look upon my face.

    This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
    with no last kiss and no regrets;
    you don't deserve good bye.
    This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
    with no last kiss and no good bye.

    Here you stand seething with guilt.
    Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.

    With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
    No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
    Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your
    lifeless hand.
    Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
    Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.

    (Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,
    and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
    So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
    It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
    and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
    You let this one person come down in the most perfect moment.
    And it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is
    A reminder of what I'll never have
    I'll never have... I'll never...
    Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
    Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
    But this table for one has become bearable.
    I now take comfort in this, and for this, I cherish you.
    Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person
    and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
    So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
    It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
    and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
    And you let this one person come down, come down.
    I cherish you...I cherish you.
    Just say you would do the same for me.
    Just say you would do the same for me.
    Say you would do the same...
    Just say you would do the same for me.
    For as much as I love Autumn,
    I'm giving myself to Ashes.)

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    • impostal22
      disgruntled...
      • Apr 2003
      • 1623

      #32
      thursday- "for the workforce, drowning"


      Falling from the top floor your lungs
      fill like parachutes
      windows go rushing by.
      people inside,
      dressed for the funeral in black and white.
      These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
      found in the cubicle;
      without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.

      please take these hands
      throw them in the river,
      wash away the things they never held
      please take these hands,
      throw me in the river,
      don't let me drown before the workday ends.

      9 to 5! 9 to 5!

      and we're up to our necks,
      drowning in the seconds,
      ingesting the morning commute
      lost in a dead subway sleep
      we will not lie awake in our parents beds,
      tossing and turning.
      tomorrow we'll get up
      drive to work,
      single file
      with everyday
      it's like the last.
      waiting for the life to start, is it always just ahead of the curve?

      please take these hands
      throw them in the river,
      wash away the things they never held
      please take these hands,
      throw me in the river,
      don't let me drown before the workday ends.

      just keep making copies
      of copies
      of copies
      when will it end?

      it'll never end,
      'til it gets so bad
      that the ink fills in our fingerprints
      and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
      and even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we are
      all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
      last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
      and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.

      save our ship
      the anchor is part of the desk
      we can't cut free,
      the water is flooding the decks
      the memo said through colors
      computers spark like flares
      i can see them.
      they don't touch me,
      touch me.

      please someone,
      teach me how to swim.
      please, don't let me drown,
      please, don't let me drown.

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      • impostal22
        disgruntled...
        • Apr 2003
        • 1623

        #33
        sorry, last one... tool - "flood"

        All I knew
        and all I believed
        are crumbling images
        that no longer comfort me.
        I scramble to
        reach higher ground,
        some order and sanity,
        or something to comfort me.
        I take what is mine,
        and hold what is mine,
        suffocate what is mine,
        and bury what's mine.
        Soon the water will come
        and claim what is mine.
        I must leave it behind,
        and climb to a new place now.

        This ground is not the rock I,
        thought it to be.

        Thought I was high,
        thought I was free.
        I thought I was there,
        divine destiny.

        -I was wrong. This changes everything.-

        We're running away. We're running away. Now. We're running away. We're running away. Now. We're running away. We're running away. Now. We're running away. We're running away.

        I take what is mine,
        and hold what is mine,
        suffocate what is mine,
        and bury what's mine.
        Soon the water will come
        and claim what is mine.
        I must leave it behind,
        and climb to a new place now.
        The water is rising up on me.
        The water is rising up on me.
        Thought the sun would come deliver me,
        but the truth has come to punish me instead.

        The,
        ground is breaking down right under me.
        Cleanse and purge me in the water.

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        • personman

          #34
          Originally posted by Muzikman
          Personman, I could have guessed that... Great band, great album, and any song that makes it on Tiny Tunes is alright in my book I can't wait until TMBG comes back to town, I have missed the last two shows.
          Yup!
          My two brothers are TMBG freaks but im not into them as much, although they have pretty cool songs lol
          I brought 'No!' into school last year and my science teacher played it in the stereo during class.. haha he especailly liked 'I am not your broom!'

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          • PaInTbAlLeR476
            Rockin' the Cocker
            • Dec 2001
            • 512

            #35
            System of a Down ~Needles~

            I'm just sitting in my room,
            With a needle in my hand,
            Just waiting for the tomb,
            Of some old dying man,
            Sitting in my room,
            With a needle in my hand,
            Just waiting for the tomb,
            Of some old dying man?.

            System of a Down ~Aerials~
            Cause we are the ones that want to play,
            Always want to go,
            But you never want to stay,

            And we are the ones that want to chose,
            Always want to play,
            But you never want to lose.

            Goldfinger ~99 Red Balloons~

            99 dreams I have had
            In every one a red balloon
            It's all over and I'm standin' pretty
            In the dust that was a city
            If I could find a souvenier
            Just to prove the world was here...
            And here it is, a red balloon
            I think of you and let it go.
            Rockin' the Cocker.



            Great Traders List: Dern

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            • Matt1427
              People Are Strange
              • Jul 2003
              • 367

              #36
              bob marley

              bob marley spoke a powerful message, these are some of his quotes and lyrics. " Lively up yourself and dont be no drag"
              "Fight mental slavery only we ourselves can free our minds"
              "theres a natural mystic flowing through the air"
              " free your mind so you can see past everyone else's views and perspectives, see it your own way". theri are many more but I thought I would share these.
              Originally posted by Thordic: I think p8ntball1016 could maybe satisfy a gerbil. With low expectations.

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