Rock me Joseph, Alberto, Santiago
If Man is five, if Man is five, if Man is five
Then the Devil is six, then the Devil is six
The Devil is six, the Devil is six and if the Devil is six
Then God is seven , then God is seven
Her words still dance inside my head,
Her comb still lies beside my bed.
And the sun comes up without her, it just doesnāt know sheās gone,
But I remember everything she said.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say itās just a part of it:
Weāve got to fulfill the book.
I was under the Calvary Cross
The pale-faced lady she said to me
Iāve watched you with my one green eye
And Iāll hurt you ātill you need me
You scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes
You do nothing with reason
One day you catch a train
Never leaves the stationEverything you do
Everything you do
You do for me
I have the invitation that you sent me,
You wanted me to see you change your name.
I couldnāt stand to see you wed another,
But dear I hope youāre happy just the same.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolleyās wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
All of the ones
The ones I donāt know
what song theyāre from
seem to suck v.bad
like dominos pizza
The best bit is delivery
I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair.
The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air.
The walls of my room fade away in the blue,
And Iām deep in a dream of you.
They sit in a building as old as time
And sing and pray to their God
Just to stop there being and end to life
When they lay the final sod.
I see you standinā there
You think youāre so cool
Why donāt you just
Fuck off
Ya get nothinā for nothinā
If thatās what ya do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you aināt got nothinā better to do
And Iām bored
So save your breath, I will not hear.
I think I made it very clear.
You couldnāt hate enough to love.
Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you werenāt my friend.
Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a saintā¦
Crushed between the velvet sheets
The lucky music maker meets
His Match of The Day.
He lies she lies through crooked teeth and
Shouts abuse from underneath
The weight of his frame.
Canāt you see Iām easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at youā¦
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
Iāve got more friends like you
What do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where Iāve been belong?
You canāt be something youāre not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
And he says the flavourās flambouyant
Each sip sweetly poignant with a wave of the hand and a flick of the fringe
It baffles the quibblers, nit-pickers, nut-nibblers and unusual weapon to choose for a binge
Would these words sound the same on high street in broad daylight
But nothing escapes the ears of a playwright
He listens intently from the backseat of a Bentley
Let this feeling of change take hold of me gentlyNow thereās fog on the Isis and the poets all blush
This scene is straight from the stroke of an impressionists brush
And now his glass is sat there next to mine
30mls of vodka lemonade and grenadine
Originally posted by @Goatboy
"Donāt you never say my little girlās name in a song again!
Fuckinā punk pussy little bitch!
Iāll fuck you up boy!
Never! Never in your muthafuckin life!
Iāll choke the shit outchu little muthafuckin bitch!ā
Youāre getting very alpha these days, Goatersā¦
Itās my mid life crisis. Canāt afford a sports car so Iām relying on Eminem for kicks.
There you all goā¦spouting all these fine high fallutinā sentiments when, truth be told, the only one youāll remember tomorrow isā¦
Hot Dog,
Jumping Frog,
Alberquerque.
ā¦see fuckinā genius.
I could never understand how Amy could write such beautiful poetry over such a weed of a man. But she did.
He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy