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and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 05-11-2001 @ 10:26 PM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Drivin' faster in my car Falling farther from just what we are Smoke a cigarette and lie some more These conversations kill Falling faster in my car  Time to take her home Her dizzy head is conscience laden Time to take a ride It leaves today no conversation Time to take her home Her dizzy head is conscience laden Time to wait too long To wait too long To wait too long  Too much walkin', shoes worn thin Too much trippin' and my souls worn thin Time to catch a ride It leaves today, her name is what it means Too much walkin', shoes worn thin  Time to take her home Her dizzy head is concscience laden Time to take a ride It leaves today no conversation Time to take her home Her dizzy head is conscience laden Time to wait too long To wait too long To wait too long Conversations kill Conversations kill Conversations kill  Time to take her home Her dizzy head is conscience laden Time to take a ride It leaves today no conversation Time to take her home Her dizzy head is conscience laden Time to wait too long To wait too long To wait too long Conversations kill Conversations kill Conversations kill | ||||
Rone | posted on 05-11-2001 @ 10:35 PM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | i can't wait for the new album... Got the mud beneath my shoes Rubberband, rubberband, gun in hand, gun in hand I wanna use Roamin', roamin' roam Get away, gotta get away And I think I think too much I don't care, yeah and I don't care Trippin', while I'm thinkin' Bout a boy, his name was Sue He's a man, he's a man, cracker man Crackerman, he's a woman too And I'm thinkin' While I'm thinkin'... | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 05-12-2001 @ 12:00 AM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Little Conversations The Little Conversation Is Over Very Soon And I watch in admiration From my corner of the room. They shine on you with starry eyes... They rain a friendly storm. Like kids around a Christmas tree And then you smile all nice and warm The Little Conversations If I tried my very best you know I never could say anything In twenty words or less. Somewhere, sometime, down the line someday I may confess, and spill it all. that's all The Little Conversations On me are very rough They leave me all in pieces You know there's never time enough like a book with missing pages like a story incomplete like a painting left unfinished it feels like not enough to eat. Starvin' these little conversations well for me they'll never do now what am I supposed to do with broken sentences of you? i'll stay in my corner `cause that's all that i can do and let the others speak for me. Little Conversations Are We Fun how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music? | ||||
bluetarp | posted on 05-12-2001 @ 12:06 AM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Ride on It's another lonely evening And another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed Ain't too young to admit it And I'm not too old to lie I'm just another empty head That's why I'm lonely I'm so lonely But I know what I'm gonna do - I'm gonna ride on Ride on Ride on, standing on the edge of the road Ride on, thumb in the air Ride on, one of these days I'm gonna Ride on, change my evil ways Till then I'll just keep dragging on Broke another promise And I broke another heart But I ain't too young to realize That I ain't too old to try Try to get back to the start And it's another red light nightmare Another red light street And I ain't too old to hurry Cause I ain't too old to die But I sure am hard to beat But I'm lonely Lord I'm lonely What am I gonna do - Ride on Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket Ride on Ride on, going the wrong way Ride on, gonna change my evil ways Ride on, one of these days One of these days Ride on Ride on I'm gonna ride on Ride on, looking for a truck Ride on Ride on, keep on riding Riding on and on and on Some people think I'm a psycho, everybody else knows it! | ||||
Claire | posted on 05-12-2001 @ 12:32 PM | ||||
Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | Glide Torment the tortured, teach me things I'm so alive Speak to the speechless you have inside You can hunt for the hunter He's got nowhere to hide You can seek with the seeker But hold on for the ride Keep it coming I'm going all the way Keep it coming I'm going all the way Just give me a half a chance From throwing it all away Run to the place that hides the pain you have inside Cover my chain it hides the strain only to glide You can hunt for the hunter He's got nowhere to hide You can seek with the seeker But hold on for the ride There's nowhere to turn, nowhere to run You can fly with the fader, fly it. Fly it on the run. There is nowhere to turn to nowhere There is nowhere to run You can fly with the fader, fly it. Fly it on the run. It's too late, time is gone Later on again 'cause no one's leaving Look away I Love You All!!(said Ozzy, and me...) Graduate from the 'tallica school of newbies Official sick person | ||||
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