Mean People Still Suck.
Sweatheart Like You Bob Dylan
Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North, he ain't around,
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown.
By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You know, I once...
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Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North, he ain't around,
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown.
By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You know, I once...
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If at first ...
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
I remember black, I remember when the only color I would wear when I went out at night was black and when I went out a night I was surrounded by people in black. We listened to dark heavy music, melodic, metallic, brittle, icy, icy-hot, all flavours of dark and heavy. At nighttime in the street we are all shadows, harlequin shadows in black and...
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Gggear
Jjjunk
equipage
hardware
screw in
screw out
modular
disposable
replaceable
so forgettable
That's what you are, so forgettable.
Jjjunk
equipage
hardware
screw in
screw out
modular
disposable
replaceable
so forgettable
That's what you are, so forgettable.
"Wind it all you want."
RMR
RMR
There must have been a moment,
somewhere at the beginning,
where we could have said no,
but somehow we missed it ...
Stoppard
somewhere at the beginning,
where we could have said no,
but somehow we missed it ...
Stoppard
I'm in love with your mind, she said:
the twistings and turnings, no better still,
its your brain I want,
the spongey grey convolutions
Christ, I'm thinking its like she's always got her tongue in my ear,
just ... sucking, and this is not what I want.
I want something of more anatomical
porportions: I want an exchange of bodily fluids.
Is that too much...
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the twistings and turnings, no better still,
its your brain I want,
the spongey grey convolutions
Christ, I'm thinking its like she's always got her tongue in my ear,
just ... sucking, and this is not what I want.
I want something of more anatomical
porportions: I want an exchange of bodily fluids.
Is that too much...
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The glass is full to brimming
with ice
sweat
rubbing
alcohol sting
and lime,
but I am thirsty,
no matter how I drink I am thirsty.
The dance floor is cramped,
All in the throws of ecstasy,
I take off my coat and shake it,
but know matter how I sweat,
the rhythm of the thing eludes me,
but I shake it anyway.
Oh, how...
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with ice
sweat
rubbing
alcohol sting
and lime,
but I am thirsty,
no matter how I drink I am thirsty.
The dance floor is cramped,
All in the throws of ecstasy,
I take off my coat and shake it,
but know matter how I sweat,
the rhythm of the thing eludes me,
but I shake it anyway.
Oh, how...
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Here is my longing.
The tilted cup,
it is filled and runs empty,
it is filled and runs ...
I am its history.
Here is my longing.
I am the legend of my desire,
enduring sine, wave after wave.
And memory too poor to recall touch
preserves what, but sign, and symbol.
Years filed in code to be tapped,
released by what?
You come to...
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The tilted cup,
it is filled and runs empty,
it is filled and runs ...
I am its history.
Here is my longing.
I am the legend of my desire,
enduring sine, wave after wave.
And memory too poor to recall touch
preserves what, but sign, and symbol.
Years filed in code to be tapped,
released by what?
You come to...
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kenyon:
"i am the legend of my desire"
and
"i remember your mouth"
yup.
and
"i remember your mouth"
yup.
I'm a real boy!
kenyon:
you're certainly not a liar, this much i know.