Little Lion Man
Posted in m.Staff-carboN at April 20th, 2011. No Comments.
Hergest Ridge
kill all my demons and my angels might die too
Happy Birthday Tom
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LITTLE DROP OF POISON I like my town with a little drop of poison Nobody knows they’re lining up to go insane I’m all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter But I feel much cleaner after it rains |
COPYRIGHT TOM WAITS
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| She left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison |
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| Did the devil make the world while god was sleeping Someone said you’ll never get a wish from a bone Another wrong good-bye and a hundred sailors That deep blue sky is my home |
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| She left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison |
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| A rat always knows when he’s in with weasels Here you lose a little every day I remember when a million was a million They all have ways to make you pay They all have ways to make you pay |
Posted in m.Staff-carboN at December 7th, 2010. No Comments.
La valse d’Arthur
Sometimes words can’t express the feelings inside that quietly seep out. It feels like a loss, that the feelings simply evaporate into thin air, with nothing to mark them. Yet this time, another vessel has captured their essence, immortalised the impression in quiet beauty.
While the loud makes its way quick and far across landscape, it’s the quiet whisper that captures the heart, the heart’s roots soaking it in like a withered plant might the rain.
The quiet is the last voice left, long after the shouts died with no one to mourn their destructive chaos. And so, I waltz on, with no witness, my heart a music box, playing a quiet melody that only I can hear. I waltz, brushed again by the whisper that reminds Die Stimme der Vernunft ist leise.
Posted in Aspirations, L'autre bout du monde, Life, m.Staff-carboN at December 1st, 2010. No Comments.
Dis·in·te·gra·tion
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LITTLE EARTHQUAKES Yellow bird flying · Gets shot in the wing Good year for hunter · And Christmas parties And I hate and I hate · And I hate and I hate Elevator music · The way we fight The way I’m left here silent |
COPYRIGHT 1991
TORI AMOS & ARCorp |
| Oh these little earthquakes · Here we go again These little earthquakes · Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces |
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| We danced in graveyards · With vampires till dawn We laughed in the faces of kings · Never afraid to burn And I hate and I hate · And I hate and I hate Disintegration · Watching us wither Black winged roses that safely changed their color |
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| Oh these little earthquakes · Here we go again These little earthquakes · Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces |
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| I can’t reach you · I can’t reach you Give me life · Give me pain Give me myself again |
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| Oh these little earthquakes · Here we go again These little earthquakes · Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces |
Posted in m.Staff-carboN at November 5th, 2010. No Comments.
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