tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89944847509848175212011-08-03T20:36:43.181-07:00Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-62559100073017548132010-03-07T17:31:00.000-08:002010-03-07T17:35:31.893-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>got some bad news<br />its been heading round<br />they are closing the mill<br />right here in watertown<br />locking the gates<br />pulling the time clock out<br />won't do us no good<br />to fight or to shout<br /><br />fight or to shout<br /><br /><br />got me a cabin<br />back in the woods<br />we won't want for meat if the<br />hunting stays good<br />heard of some jobs paying<br />cash for the hours<br />just spent my days wages on<br />coffee sugar and flour<br /><br />sugar and flour<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-6255910007301754813?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-69134899474688980552009-08-14T15:42:00.001-07:002009-08-14T15:42:33.521-07:00there you are<br />standing there<br />looking like<br />a lost cause<br />time was<br />I was only<br />thinking 'bout<br />how to get lost<br /><br />so I took a drive down<br />thru California<br />all the while staying out of the sun<br />if I knew then well<br />I would have warn ya<br />not to be so slow when you run<br /><br />from love<br />from pain<br />whets the difference<br />anyway<br />shoot low<br />they could be crawling<br />and it looks like their coming to stay<br /><br />take what you're given<br />don't ask for any thing more<br />breathin but not living<br />it's all wild<br />it's all wild<br />wild<br /><br />what was that<br />you were saying<br />come closer so I can hear<br />your excuses<br />well I used them<br />they serve me well<br />but cost me dear<br /><br />so I took drive down<br />thru California<br />all the while staying out of the sun<br />if I knew then well<br />I would have warn ya<br />not to be so slow when you run<br /><br />from love<br />from pain<br />whets the difference<br />anyway<br />shoot low<br />they could be crawling<br />and it looks like their coming to stay<br /><br />take what you're given<br />don't ask for any thing more<br />breathin but not living<br />it's all wild<br />it's all wild<br />wild<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-6913489947468898055?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-65296626893200414382009-08-14T15:28:00.001-07:002009-08-14T15:57:07.503-07:00Shafer spiked his last hurrah<br />deep into his veins<br />watched as the blood blossomed in the dropper<br />like a rose<br /><br />free at last from witnessing<br />anything at all<br />he sits and stares at the wall<br />feels ten feet small<br /><br />small life<br /><br />well down the hall in 362<br />Billy flips head you live<br />tall's you loose<br />his inflatable lover<br /><br />whistles Sinatra slow at mean<br />all dressed up with no where to go<br />don't every hear the sad songs on the radio<br />but he can't forget her name<br />that's all<br /><br />small life<br /><br />Shafer spiked his last hurrah<br />deep into his veins<br />watched as the blood blossomed in the dropper<br />like a rose<br /><br />free at last from witnessing<br />anything at all<br />he sits and stares at the wall<br />feels ten feet small<br /><br />small life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-6529662689320041438?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-64278588105771012432009-08-14T15:18:00.001-07:002009-08-14T15:18:44.300-07:00got a suitcase full of splitters that I pulled out of my heart<br />it comes with the territory and I've know it from the start<br />their is an aching all around me that is like to choke me dead with fright<br />and you should no the backup singers will have to carry me tonight<br />you should no the back up singers will have to carry me tonight<br /><br />carry me tonight<br />carry me to light<br />carry me tonight<br /><br />with a wealth of time sitting hear before us likely certain more with pass<br />and I'm thinking of a number so you should not have to ask<br />if it is so hard why don;t we all just drown in all the spit and you should no<br />the backup singers will have to carry me tonight<br />and you should know the backup singers will have to carry me tonight<br /><br />carry me tonight<br />carry me to light<br />carry me tonight<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-6427858810577101243?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-8440565199696527692009-07-10T15:32:00.001-07:002009-07-10T15:34:30.482-07:00run pretty mama run for your soul<br />you don't understand what you meant from the get go<br />where you are going is where I've been we all<br />jump down turn around do it again<br /><br />this time its different this time it mine<br />sit back for the ride everything will be fine<br />it wont hurt a bit please lie still<br />always hope it gets better but I don't think it will<br /><br /><br />I must be crazy crazy<br />to the heart you know I twill<br />stars at night are so hazy hazy<br />and the sky so still<br /><br />baked beans on white toast cider and ale<br />check out the box that you get in the mail<br />shooting straight down the telephone wires<br />don't you ever forget where there smoke there's fire<br /><br />look twice before you leap watch your step<br />is it hard to believe this is as good as it gets<br />think for yourself, don't be a tool<br />and always remember who your trying to fool<br /><br />I must be crazy crazy<br />to the heart you know I twill<br />stars at night are so hazy hazy<br />and the sky so still<br /><br />what's your game boy what is your trip<br />you are getting to old to be so tragically hip<br />take it down a notch see how that feels<br />you say that's just the way that the apple peels<br /><br />synchronize your watch to the second hand<br />with out a doubt I am your biggest fan<br />how does it feel to be so alone<br />go out for a walk give your dog a bone<br /><br /><br />I must be crazy crazy<br />to the heart you know I twill<br />stars at night are so hazy hazy<br />and the sky so still<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-844056519969652769?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-23170856749181280632009-07-10T14:30:00.001-07:002009-07-10T14:30:59.669-07:00this is the time<br />to leave doubt behind<br />follow your bling<br />no its the thing<br /><br />when we are gone<br />nothing lives on<br />maybe pictures and words<br />testament absurd<br /><br />who cares if you fall<br />hell you aren't that tall<br />stay low to the ground<br />and don't make a don't make a don't make a sound<br /><br />today green and yellow make blue and me too<br />today green and yellow make blue and me too<br /><br /><br />sorrow and loss<br />just name your cost<br />drop my a line<br />or speak it in time<br /><br />this is the hour<br />we are set to devour<br />its all sugar an cream<br />and nothing between<br /><br />today green and yellow make blue and me too<br />today green and yellow make blue and me too<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-2317085674918128063?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-22950839630955578562009-07-10T11:21:00.000-07:002009-07-10T11:22:20.518-07:00Here we go.....<br /><br />Come help me with my bags<br />Their filled with broken hearts you bastard<br />And take the rubbish out<br />It stinks of plans that we've forgotten<br />I don't hear what you say<br />Now that you've gone away<br /><br />Do you find pleasure in my pain<br />Cause I can't feel any thing no more<br />No more<br /><br />Do you recall the time we ran<br />We pissed ourselves in laughter<br />The ladies on the bus all scowled<br />There faces pinched and old<br />They said it was ok<br />You loved me anyway<br />I know it happened but know it feels<br />Just like I was dreaming<br /><br />You left me stuck out in the rain<br />In fact you locked the fucking door<br />fucking door<br /><br />How is it that such good time turned<br />To turning under<br />Why do you want to go with him?<br />He's such a wanker<br />Lets start it all again<br />Make new of what has been<br />Why don't you look me in the eyes<br />When you see that I am dyeing<br /><br /><br />Do you find pleasure in my pain<br />Cause I can't feel any thing no more<br />No more<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-2295083963095557856?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-75122468348508178242009-07-09T16:26:00.000-07:002009-07-09T16:27:07.028-07:00Here it coming from the other side<br />It feels like pain it cuts like dark<br />In the dog house where you like to hide<br />Sun fills your head just like a spark<br />Take stock of stirring in our heart<br />Just chemicals in blood that flows<br />The more together the more to part<br />Shinning like a thing that no one knows<br /><br />Watching the time<br />Fading and go<br />Watching the time<br />Getting Low<br /><br />Look like a mystery from apartment five<br />A spectral vamp a heart a waft<br />Got a ache that growing in your side<br />Cant recall the last time you ate<br />Yesterday or maybe one before<br />You had a time you had a laugh<br /><br />Watching the time<br />Fading and go<br />Watching the time<br />Getting Low<br /><br />Don't care to lessen to your alibi<br />Just why you did what was so dumb<br />Tone tempered with aguish cry<br />Bite at the knuckle on your thumb<br />Which each blink your measure grows<br />Each beat of heart a last chance dies<br /><br />Watching the time<br />Fading and go<br />Watching the time<br />Getting Low<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-7512246834850817824?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-59820229782218358282009-07-09T09:10:00.001-07:002009-07-09T09:10:54.770-07:00Sing verily<br />Sing a song to the wind<br />In my babys eyes<br />I see my tired disguise<br />And I feel....the night<br />Feel it dim....the light<br />And I see....the tide<br />Pulling me in<br /><br />Night fades with dawn<br />I've grown tired of being strong<br />Come close my friend<br />Our day will come back again<br />Cause I feel....the tide<br />Feel it dim....the night<br />And I see....the light<br />Pulling me in<br /><br />Sing verily<br />Sing a song to the wind<br />In my babys eyes<br />I see my tired disguise<br />And I see....the night<br />See it dim....the light<br />And I feel....the tide<br />Pulling me in<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-5982022978221835828?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994484750984817521.post-9149932415659163882009-07-09T07:53:00.000-07:002009-07-09T08:01:47.180-07:00I met a girl from Connecticut, she did not care about the sputnik, a girl from Swenden and Norway, came to visit on holiday, she could not get enough of the TV, I told her that my name was Larry, but thats not true...<br /><br />Bally Bally Bally Hoo<br />Bally Hoo<br /><br />I took her down to the Tram-show, we watch our selfs on video, she wore synthetic red casimere, well we sang songs and drank beer, and then it got scary, she thought that I wanted to marry, but thats not true...<br /><br />Bally Bally Bally Hoo<br />Bally Hoo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994484750984817521-914993241565916388?l=existentialhillybillymoralist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scifihedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09177100867227636560noreply@blogger.com1