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CriticsLoveSnatch i know better than to ask for a status from you mean ol' mods
I shall call him mini-FTL | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 11:16 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| Incubus
Wish You Were Here
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy.
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I lay my head on to the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFO's
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
wish you were...
The world's a roller coaster
and i am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
But my hands are busy in the air saying
I wish you were here
I wish you were
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here...
Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, See through it all
See through,
And see you.
My adopted Mini-critics are ScubaSteve and drusilla.
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CantHandleMyBooty
| posted on 08-24-2001 @ 11:29 PM | |
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01
| I love incubus...heres one of my favorites!
Stellar
Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night;
watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place;
won't you come with me? WE could start again.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close,
if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place,
it might be the only way
that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.
I shake my booty at every chance.
When i whip my hips you slip into a trance.
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Mr. Brownstone
| posted on 08-25-2001 @ 5:31 AM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00
| So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Two openings available at Mr. Brownstone Academy of Dance .
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