Thursday, April 23, 2009

How To Fake Community Hour Form



When I was young, It Seemed That Life Was So Wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd Be singing so happily, oh
joyfully, oh playfully watching me.
But Then They sat me away to teach me how to Be sensible,
logical, oh responsible, practical.
And Then They Show Me a world Where I Could Be so dependable, oh
clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.


There Are Times When All the world's asleep, the questions

run too deep for Such a simple man.
Will not you please, please tell me what we've Learned
I know it sounds absurd But please tell me
who I am now
I Said They watch what you say'll be calling you a radical,
a liberal, oh fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!
Oh Take it take it yeah!

But at night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am,
Who I am
Who I am
Who I am

Who knows who's so logical.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Dogging Meeting Places Machine Head - Descend The Shades Of Night




Sitting in the empty black The last slivers of
dusk Have Passed
Accept the dawn to ease the fear One day I
Will Not be here Death she
eat and with her thread Upon me ties
a mask for dead
Its tears of blood begin to seep And bleed the sky


Descend the shades of night Death shines her golden

light Across a blackened sky
All Our hate is a product of Our World ...
We created Ashen clouds obscure


my brain Doubts begin to turn to shame
Insecureness
tears at bliss I hate me for this Weakness
Faith drives me to carry on
And take the road less Travelled on
Resentment Means to drown Swallowed

The poison down The shades of night descend Descend


the shades of night Death shines her golden light Across a blackened sky

All Our hate is a product of Our World ...


We created Scream with me Bleed with me

Seether with me Sing with me



Free me Free me Free me


Descend the shades of night Death shines her golden

light Across a blackened sky
The shades of night descend

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Simulation Games Pregnant

"It is better to act exposing them to repent of it,
to regret not having done anything" Boccaccio