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[26 Jan 2007|05:28pm] |
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So long and thanks for all the fish
So sad that it should come to this
We tried to warn you all but oh dear?
You may not share our intellect
Which might explain your disrespect
For all the natural wonders that grow around you
So long, so long and thanks
for all the fish
The world's about to be destroyed
There's no point getting all annoyed
Lie back and let the planet dissolve
Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought that most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long and thanks
for all the fish!
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| playing safe. |
[29 Aug 2006|03:07pm] |
friends only.
comment and i'll probably add you.
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| one day... i know. |
[06 Aug 2006|10:13pm] |
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music |
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PJ Harvey |
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one day i know we'll find a place of hope
just hold on to me.
walk tight, one line, you're wanted this time,
there's no one to blame
just hold on to me.
and i'm right on time, and the birds keep singing, and you're right on line, and the bells keep ringing, and the battle is won, and the planes keep winging, and i'm right on time, and the girl keeps singing.
one day they'll be a place for us
i walk and i wade
through full lands and lonely
i stumble,
i stumble,
with you i wait to be born again
with love comes the day,
just hold on to me
now is the time to follow through, to read the signs
now the message sent, let's bring it to its final end.
one day
i know
they'll be
a place
called
home.
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[25 Nov 2005|09:11am] |
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mood |
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tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me.
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[07 Nov 2005|05:37pm] |
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mood |
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 melancholy |
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music |
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Guano Apes - Pretty in Scarlet |
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the punishment sometimes doesn't seem to fit the crime.
but one thing i've learned - for every love letter writen,
there's another one burned.
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[14 Oct 2005|10:10am] |
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depeche mode - barrel of a gun |
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do you mean this horny creep set upon weary feet who looks in need of sleep that doesn't come.
this twisted tortured mess, this bed of sinfulness
who's longing for some rest and feeling numb.
what do you expect of me
what is it you want
whatever you've planned for me I'm not the one.
what am I supposed to do..
when everything that I've done
is leading me to conclude
I'm not the one.
is there something you need from me?
are you having your fun?
I never agreed to be...
your holy one.
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