Oh god! sorry sensei!
*kisses sensei on the cheek, leaving a little glossy spot of coconut vanilla lip glossy*
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samtzu
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Time for a little Willy... So long, HT....
I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
And loving the cowboy ways.
Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned all the rules of a moder day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothing too long
Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them
With the words of a sad country song.
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are it seems
Sadly in search of and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From being alone too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowing well that your best days are gone
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth fade away.
Old worn out saddles and old worm out memories
With no one and no place to stay.
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are it seems
Sadly in search of and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.
I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
And loving the cowboy ways.
Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned all the rules of a moder day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothing too long
Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them
With the words of a sad country song.
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are it seems
Sadly in search of and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From being alone too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowing well that your best days are gone
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth fade away.
Old worn out saddles and old worm out memories
With no one and no place to stay.
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are it seems
Sadly in search of and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
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sputnik
- Posts: 7865
- Joined: Wed Sep 08, 2004 6:17 am
- Burning Since: 2004
- Camp Name: Ubercarney
- Location: Detroit
Veronica sits in her favorite chair
And she sits very quiet and still
And they call her name that they never get right
And if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her own
With devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me anything you like
But my name is Veronica
And she sits very quiet and still
And they call her name that they never get right
And if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her own
With devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me anything you like
But my name is Veronica
It's going to be alright.
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sputnik
- Posts: 7865
- Joined: Wed Sep 08, 2004 6:17 am
- Burning Since: 2004
- Camp Name: Ubercarney
- Location: Detroit
Pump It Up
I've been on tenterhooks
ending in dirty looks,
list'ning to the Muzak,
thinking 'bout this 'n' that.
She said that's that.
I don't wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit
or turn it down flat.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Down in the pleasure centre,
hell bent or heaven sent,
listen to the propaganda,
listen to the latest slander.
There's nothing underhand
that she wouldn't understand.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
She's been a bad girl.
She's like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
she's like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
putting up your temp'rature.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
Out in the fashion show,
down in the bargain bin,
you put your passion out
under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
ending in dirty looks,
list'ning to the Muzak,
thinking 'bout this 'n' that.
She said that's that.
I don't wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit
or turn it down flat.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Down in the pleasure centre,
hell bent or heaven sent,
listen to the propaganda,
listen to the latest slander.
There's nothing underhand
that she wouldn't understand.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
She's been a bad girl.
She's like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
she's like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
putting up your temp'rature.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
Out in the fashion show,
down in the bargain bin,
you put your passion out
under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
It's going to be alright.
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sputnik
- Posts: 7865
- Joined: Wed Sep 08, 2004 6:17 am
- Burning Since: 2004
- Camp Name: Ubercarney
- Location: Detroit
Everyday I Write The Book
Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
[Chorus:]
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
[chorus]
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
[chorus]
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel
[chorus]
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
[Chorus:]
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
[chorus]
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
[chorus]
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel
[chorus]
It's going to be alright.
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sparkletarte
- Posts: 1020
- Joined: Mon May 03, 2004 12:00 pm
- Location: valley of the dolls
Well! The stuff you miss when you are busy working...took a few minutes to catch up on the gossip.
Hey youse people! No drinks for me, just saying hi. Another late work night. I do have some excellent new chocolate to share that we just got in- organic fair trade, take your pick- spicy dark, milk, milk & almond, or white. Hmm, maybe some port to go with that?
Sputnik are you streaming right now? I saw you post earlier that you might. I may need some tunes to keep me company, long night ahead!
Hey youse people! No drinks for me, just saying hi. Another late work night. I do have some excellent new chocolate to share that we just got in- organic fair trade, take your pick- spicy dark, milk, milk & almond, or white. Hmm, maybe some port to go with that?
Sputnik are you streaming right now? I saw you post earlier that you might. I may need some tunes to keep me company, long night ahead!