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Bowl

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Thursday, 29th August 2002 @ 11:29:39 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



My hair hasnt been cut in years,
its only been slicked back.
I miss the days of endless fears
and always looking back.

I really should get an ashtray
before my mindset blows away
clear my consciousness today
forget what I forgot to say.

Kiss the kids and feel the poor
threw a dolla at a whore
bought a tin of phony meat
laughed until I couldnt eat.

I learned a brand new word today
so I could write what I could say
but all my visions blew away
like crackled broken human clay.

Its hard to see the stars tonight
that cop cars signals far too bright.
If I had half a tank of gas,
Id ride to phoenix with my lass.

I really should get an ashtray
before my mindset blows away
clear my consciousness today
forget what I forgot to say.




Copyright © Butterat_Zool ... [ 2002-08-29 11:29:39]
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Re: Bowl (User Rating: 1 )
by Adreana on Thursday, 29th August 2002 @ 11:33:26 AM AEST
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hey buddy!! I like!! for some reason I feel like I can relate to this right now... hope to talk to you soon... })({ ~ Adreana


Re: Bowl (User Rating: 1 )
by Lia on Thursday, 29th August 2002 @ 11:35:25 PM AEST
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This is really good...and I gotta tell ya..don't ya just hate those days that you actually feel like you 'are' the ashtray instead of just using it?? Heh...I've had many days like that


Re: Bowl (User Rating: 1 )
by chatabox on Friday, 30th August 2002 @ 01:19:18 AM AEST
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oh blimey, shake rattle and roll......ho hum, theres always tomorrow.


Re: Bowl (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 30th August 2002 @ 07:57:14 AM AEST
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im sorry but I forgot what i was going to say


Re: Bowl (User Rating: 1 )
by papajfat on Monday, 2nd September 2002 @ 02:35:46 PM AEST
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you said whore, huh huh huh huh




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