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The New Zero

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He has agreed To take me To the Ice Hotel from the magazine What we will need Is a gleaming key Made of ice as well By the finest ice machine. It's there that no one will stare At your jaws and your long fur The claws in your fingers. It's in the past when the passerby laughed At your strange way of speaking Your batteries leaking Oh no Oh God no They don't know The New Zero. Uniforms worn So leisurely. The reindeer skins The privacy How was he born? He's asking me Flapping his fins Very impressively. It's there that no one will stare At your jaws and your long fur The claws in your fingers. It's in the past when the passerby laughed At your strange way of speaking Your batteries leaking Oh no Oh God no They don't know The New Zero. He has agreed To take me To the Ice Hotel. I really don't care and neither does he If this hotel melts into the sea Polished and so rare, this is the way that we see. The coldness helps, it's our favorite remedy. It's there that no one will stare At your jaws and your long fur The claws in your fingers. It's in the past when the passerby laughed At your strange way of speaking Your batteries leaking, oh no! Oh God no They don't know The New Zero. He has agreed To take me To the Ice Hotel.

A Long Way Down From Stephanie

AL STEWART "Bed-Sitter Images"
Maid, truly I see Now it must be a long way down And with love's burnt shore Must all dalliance hither Crumble and wither Oh strange, Methought it strange Thou couldst deprive me of my crown Thou cast upon me as linden bears fruit of bitter strain And I would go forsooth to the dragon's tooth If thus a chance were gained To resurrect that part of your wanton heart To whose grave my own is chained And hold, ere thou dost go Were not thy moments gilded too? And in honesty didst thou not measure for measure Countenance pleasure? Cold wert thou so cold Lest thy mind be frozen too And will not spring be reborn But might the sun for the frost here That all be not lost herein And I would rather, zounds It were hell's own hounds Whose foul breath upon my face Did portent my doom Than to bear the gloom Of a world stripped of thy grace And so in truth I know Yes it will be a long way down And if go thou must Ere we should meet accidental Prithee be gentle And though distant now Perchance the hand of time may soothe And though lost at six If I should live to be seven I might forget Stephanie

A Siren's Soliloquy

ALESANA "On Frail Wings Of Vanity And Wax"
Paralyzed by the beauty of those words That so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust Suddenly I fear the end of my solitude Once a warrior, poetic shrieks now own my soul Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris Hope will strike her down beneath the blade (as she sings for him) Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare But he no longer fights the torture of her voice So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare Now made so clear as she extracts her painful toll A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens (He is hers) Beautiful whispers leave one so fair Chain these hands of ageless struggle Rid us of this beloved curse An epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spiteful Her tongue screams for him Rid us of this curse Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare But he no longer fights the torture of her voice So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare Now made so clear as she extracts her painful toll A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens (He is hers) Set loose so long ago by the foolish whim of Pandora Phantoms which shall forever prey on mankind's weakness The grains of time hold no bearing to those eyes In pale moonlight she sings to the haunted sea Vile notes seduce old Cerberus to slake unholy thirst Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris Hope will strike her down beneath the blade (as she sings for him) Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare But he no longer fights the torture of her voice So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare Now made so clear as she extracts her painful toll A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens (He is hers) With the torture of the sirens

Silence

ANTHONY EVANS "Home"
Questions left unanswered Feels like my prayers are hitting these walls So I'm left here wondering If you can still here me Here me at all I've been here so long That my faith is getting weak So I just have to believe Maybe You're speaking Through the silence Maybe it's all I need to hear Give me the patience In it's quiet I need to rest here And be okay To Wait My frail souls guarded When did I start not believing that You (Ooh) That You are who you Promised you'll be faithful to finish What you said You would do Although right now I can't hear you speaking I will choose to believe Maybe You're speaking Through the silence Maybe it's all I need to hear Give me the patience If it's quiet I need to rest here And wait For You as long as it takes I will wait I wait for You As long as it takes I will wait Maybe You're speaking Through the silence Maybe it's all I need to hear Give me the patience In, in this it's quiet I need to rest here Maybe You're speaking Through the silence Maybe it's all I need to hear Give me the patience If it's quiet I need to rest here And be okay For You as long as it takes I will wait I wait for You As long as it takes I will wait For You

Terror Death Camp

ACTION BRONSON "Well-Done"
[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Queens, New York Flushing shit (We backkkk againnnnn) That's right Yo Sour smoke out the nasal The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you Pop off material, get laid up n sprayed up just like arterial Clementine nine, dripping venereal Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesson saucy Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements Let you die in the basement/Toast wine from the time of the ancient- Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia Albanians in Shkup...never living by the book We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy Never do dirt in our own land That shit's forbidden, G Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia Pickled peppers at the picnic table Feta cheese, perfect Flia Straight outta Dukagjin One of the illest places No one's smiling There's only drunken men with killer faces [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] I'm known for simmering the mean gravy Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy New York made me The most official, to holster pistol Trim the fat, scrape the gristle Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you I'll gladly press the trigger button If you press an issue Whether it's beef or beats I try to make a casket fit you We'll fuck you up then fuck you up And then come back to get you And do that two more times We call that shit a triple triple My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple Our hollow tips will hit you Leave you with an altered nipple Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy" Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men Back block medicine, slap chop venison Knock, knock, let us in My whole clique's equipped to shoot though My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo [Verse 3: Maffew Ragazino] Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's Some will overstand but common men never receive the message Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing Cool, calm and collected Keep my composure All my business in black and white like negative exposures Keep a Polaroid for the posers A picture's worth a thousand words So lock and load up You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh I am the shit, just ask your bitch I bet she know, yup It's St. Maffew Truffles in that duffle Princess in the catsuit [Verse 4: AG Da Coroner] This is dope fiend rap Have a nigga leaning sideways Frankie Blue Eye shit I do it my way Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner Bluey spot guzzler Long Island Tea sipper Mind of a killer Trenchcoat Mafia nigga Hollow point slinger Smile while I'm flipping fingers Angels and demons Mellowed out, Stylistic singer Corner store postup Backstreet wanderer Butter your toast up Tight pussy conqueror Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga Fuck you Disrespect your mother, your brother Father and son, too (everybody!) Long live the music cause it's part of my blood But how long can I stay breathing Only God is my judge Through the lights, cameras and action Glammer, glitters and gold Every legend repping my era Carries part of my soul (90's, nigga)

Invertebraes

JOHNNY CASH "På Österåker"
Some men spend a lifetime in the hope they can devise A chart which will an able man then someday analyze The wretched men who stumble then somehow cannot arise They'll pay one man to draw the charts another to declare What secret signs are in the lines but do they really care That one is long and one is short and one line is not there For charts or abstract documents that cannot have a soul They cannot tell why this man fell and that one reached his goal Nor can they tell why some rebel and lose all self control I think a thousand years from now as it was long ago Two roads will be for all to see but which way will man go Will he arise toward the skies to reach for some new plateau Will he devise a brave new world a world thus far unknown Will he plow under all the seeds of greed and hate he sewn Or will he steal the very field he plants his hopes upon As long as there are two such roads a man can look upon As long as some men linger deep within the twilight zone The weak will always take the road that leads to wall of stone There should be made a stone blockade torn from the prison stone And make a wall across all roads man should not walk upon And let the seeds of bitter weeds grow till that road is gone Then those who sot in higher power those who hold the might Could then direct the hordes of men on to the way that's right And then the men who draw the charts would also see the light

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