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Greater Goodbye

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What was I doing there? Met you in hell or somewhere You were looking for a friend You told lies to keep afloat You drugged me when you said hello Scared and slipping down your hole Crack my head and watch it flow I stumbled on another rock You kissed me once but you forgot You left me with a punctured heart I slowly sank and fell apart I don’t know how I ended in A body dripping deep in sin Your skin is cold and leaves no light Like a blistered freezing night You attract the low of them all Please don’t ever let me know If you should ever pass me by Nothing could be greater Nothing could be greater Nothing could be greater Nothing could be greater Nothing could be greater than goodbye

Hasn't Hit Me Yet

BLUE RODEO
You say that you're leaving Well that comes as no surprise Still I kinda like this feelin' Of being left behind Yea this ain't nothing new to me Well it's just like goin' home It's kinda like those sunsets That leave you feelin' So stoned Hey hey I guess it hasn't hit me yet I fell through this crack And I kinda lost my head I stand transfixed Before this street light Watching the snow fall On this cold December night I never thought this could happen But somehow the feeling is gone You got sick of the patterns And I got lost in this song Hey hey I guess it hasn't hit me yet I fell through this crack And I kinda lost my head I stand transfixed Before this street light Watching the snow fall On this cold December night And out in the middle of Lake Ontario The same snow is falling On the deep silent water The great dark wonder Into the waves of my heart Into the waves of my heart Of my heart

Oxygen

AESOP ROCK "Float"
I'm twice born, once and seven something Once is the resurrection of honorable function Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One] I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out? On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly So every second the discontent's locked accordingly Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned Never set a grin and fly health Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful, It's like the date of Grado Methasawmill A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper At the hand of what man's hand jokes My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God? [Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?] What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television? [Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?] I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin' [Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance] I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast? [Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money] Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals] Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink] Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink [Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy] Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy [Verse Two] I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit Clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin One must pardon yee old common street detour Weaving graceful through the prom directed column Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud But that's got a ring to it so my swill welcomes the flood I walk through God's practical joke on man practically broke And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft? After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1, Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton, Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well

Gift Of Flesh

Cornerstone
When all of your thorns Are ripped into pieces You feel like a newborn Jesus Give your thoughts no tongue Let it crawl beneath your skin In your head, in your veins Give it one more wish For things you miss So deep and hollow In a single kiss A snow white bliss You seek and follow And it leaves you wanting more You're forcing a flow Across the ocean Surrounded by deep emotions You feel a burning flame If you're blinded by light As the night comes crawlin' Feels like a flood in your veins The gift of flesh remain

Pearls Of Light

WITHIN TEMPTATION "Enter"
After the cold darkness, in the heart of the forest Where birds are singing, for the newborn sun In the womb of the leaves, on the branches of the trees, lies the treasure of the morning, the pearls of light Carried away by the traculence of my world I got lost in the search for enlightment The blue rain Covered my roots and I forgot where I came from

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