"When it falls apart, and I" Is the phrase kalinka gave me to vent.
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What do I do when your gone?
Tell me how I'm suposed to carry on.
What do I do when that day come's?
When it falls apart, and I wither away like the flower you put in my hair
do you want me to live alone? Find someone new?Re joyce and dance in the street
like the day I did when I met you? I dont think so. I'll sit in my room and bleed myself dry
rembering the day's when you held me when I cried. Now I have no one. I'm drowning in sea of
my own fury and rage. The water turned red.The fish all dead. I'm lost in the maze known as my mind turning corners trying to find the way out. You hold the key. I beg you please find me.
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Ok I hope you like it if you didnt well go to hell.
Angry as hell,
Jesse
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What do I do when your gone?
Tell me how I'm suposed to carry on.
What do I do when that day come's?
When it falls apart, and I wither away like the flower you put in my hair
do you want me to live alone? Find someone new?Re joyce and dance in the street
like the day I did when I met you? I dont think so. I'll sit in my room and bleed myself dry
rembering the day's when you held me when I cried. Now I have no one. I'm drowning in sea of
my own fury and rage. The water turned red.The fish all dead. I'm lost in the maze known as my mind turning corners trying to find the way out. You hold the key. I beg you please find me.
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Ok I hope you like it if you didnt well go to hell.
Angry as hell,
Jesse
posted by The whisper in your ear at 8:21 PM
7 Comments:
Well, *I* liked it. "The water turned red, the fish all dead."
Proud mad girl,
Kalinka.
it was (here is a list of words used to discribe it...)Freaky, Cool, Mind bending(if thats a word)
Wicked!! and, Horrific!!
great!!,
trev!
Hey Jesse I think I found a sond to fit you or just a good one. It seems that you like this song have one realy big pet peeve. Guys dumping girls. So here it is. {its from ragtime i might be singing it for a concert but well see}
Daddy played piano played it veary well, music from those hands could catch u like a spell. He could make you love him for the tne was done you have your daddys hands you are your dadys son.
Daddy never knew that you where on your way. He had other ladies, other tunes to play. When he up and left me I just up and run.
only thing in my head_
You where your daddys son.
Couldn't hear no music,
couldn't see no light.
Mamma she was frightened,
crazy from the fright.
tears with out no comfort,
Screams without no sound.
Only darkness and pain,
the anger and the pain,
the blood and the pain!
I buried my heart in the ground!
In the ground.
When I buried you in the ground...
Daddy played piano.
Bet he's playin still
Mamma can'y forget him.
Don't supose i will.
God whats no excuses .
I have only one.
You had your daddys hands.
Forgive me!
You where your daddys son.
Its a lulaby try to down load it cause its a crazy good melady. It's haunting and I hope you take what you want from it.
Kylaia (I think)
P.S.
when I'm angery I like to shout the bit about not hearing music and not seeing light. Its sort of comortimg.
It seems Kylaia has you pegged, Jesse. Good job with the poem, I'd try this too, but most of the songs I listen too don't have lyrics, so it doesn't really work. Too bad.
A side note: Does anyone else get the feeling that Trev didn't understand the poem at all and just posted nothing disguised as words? Just throwing it out there.
Not at all Lyrical,
Marr Vell
You know marr vell,you have a point and a half. ANYONE that knew me could comment on my work using many word such as: Dark,scary,violent, HORRIFIC,FREAKY,weird, Fucked,crazy, odd and basicaly any synonims for thoes word's. TIME TO LISEN TO THE CURE!!!!*sings* It's friday I'm in love!..Such a great song.*sigh*
Cure my illness,
Jesse
Hoooray!
I like the Cure.
"Why Can't I Be You?" is my favorite song. But I also like "Wrong Number" and "the End of the World". You know, the ones that sound happy but aren't. Haha, I'm such a poseur. *smokes French cigarette*
Trevirn wishes he was Robert Smith (for those who don't know, he's the wild-haired gotho singer from the Cure),
Kalinka.
Nice....
or Freaky, Cool, Mind bending(if thats a word)
Wicked!! and Horrific!!
*giggles* off my rocker again. Jesse you never said if you liked the song or not?
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