Array ( [sid] => 92884 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Headlining Cash [time] => 2005-05-01 02:57:06 [hometext] => check in, check out, repeat. [bodytext] => there's just one more rivalry
no siblings sitting quietly
the panic panic sight could be
a beginning to your end my friend
she lost her little love affair
called out under the pressured air
yes i swear i saw a splitting hair
parting doors open once more

and we'll all feel just awful
with more laceover stitches
no more blood dripping awful
in our subdued train glitches
lunch made us feel all full
pained red on these riches
gloating stomachs oh all full
strikeout plenty of pitches

pitch me another line
i feel fine
no more time left
on this first guess

once thrice again until all full
the moon looks so uncomfortable
strings tied on that pull and pull
ditortions calling rain so tame
my name goes square one to ten
from reconciled to trash again
no bets are on so off to spend
the tightwad reign of pain

and we'll become all better
when hangovers slowly fade
no loss in sharp letters
lost cause in the cold grade
we win yes get much better
no doubt have it so made
no mistake on curved letters
aced over and we got paid

pay me another line
please rewind
one more time left
on a second guess
yes i feel fine
i feel fine...

cost cause effect panic
with the story you ran with
the pressure the pressure
straight to the compressor
end loss reject rancid
no more content just can it
the press hurts the press hurts
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Headlining Cash
Date: Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 02:57:06 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: remy
there's just one more rivalry
no siblings sitting quietly
the panic panic sight could be
a beginning to your end my friend
she lost her little love affair
called out under the pressured air
yes i swear i saw a splitting hair
parting doors open once more

and we'll all feel just awful
with more laceover stitches
no more blood dripping awful
in our subdued train glitches
lunch made us feel all full
pained red on these riches
gloating stomachs oh all full
strikeout plenty of pitches

pitch me another line
i feel fine
no more time left
on this first guess

once thrice again until all full
the moon looks so uncomfortable
strings tied on that pull and pull
ditortions calling rain so tame
my name goes square one to ten
from reconciled to trash again
no bets are on so off to spend
the tightwad reign of pain

and we'll become all better
when hangovers slowly fade
no loss in sharp letters
lost cause in the cold grade
we win yes get much better
no doubt have it so made
no mistake on curved letters
aced over and we got paid

pay me another line
please rewind
one more time left
on a second guess
yes i feel fine
i feel fine...

cost cause effect panic
with the story you ran with
the pressure the pressure
straight to the compressor
end loss reject rancid
no more content just can it
the press hurts the press hurts
straight from the depressor.

This poem is Copyright © remy


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