Paper Tiger
Minor King
The killer awoke at dawn, he put his boots on...
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Post by Paper Tiger on Nov 3, 2008 17:40:28 GMT -5
Wipe the debris from those sockets Diamonds cloud the sky at day Lift the black curtains, my old friend Wash the stains off your ash-tray 'Cause I don't want to walk with a soldier Mutilated by wars in the head I just want to walk you home And know that you took yourself up to bed
Cut the rope And we'll both watch The burden plunge into a sea To hold our tears And take our fears Over the edge to infinity
I can only implore that I can be quite the whore For the novelty in making metaphors But when I'm painting my heart Down in bullet speed I'm shooting a gun that needs to be
I'm locked to the notion of having you So don't think I'm floating on I've lived on a ship without a captain I've sank to the deep with a silver song That's lifted me back, and wrote me true Tied my feet to the planet, with steel-like shoes I'm not having people doing time in their brains I've got the keys to get you back in the game
Cut the rope And we'll both watch The burden plunge into a sea To hold our tears And take our fears Over the edge to infinity
I can only implore that I can be quite the whore For the novelty in making metaphors But when I'm painting my heart Down in bullet speed I'm shooting a gun that needs to be
Shot
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Post by Hermit on Nov 3, 2008 19:07:22 GMT -5
Grammy winning stuff here and I only have the music in my head that your art created. Wonderful art Mark. Thanks for sharing.
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Post by Yertle_The_Turtle on Nov 3, 2008 21:19:53 GMT -5
We seem to share a lot of thoughts, MRB. Great stuff. Moving, very moving
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