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Post by Elle on Jun 23, 2005 21:14:17 GMT -5
This may have nothing to do with the Mafia-you take it how you want to, I used to have a section like this on my old web-site. Sometimes I regurgitate words on paper-things that I see, feel, and hear about... So this thread is dedicated to your thoughts, poems, writings, song lyrics etc-Any 'Roses are Red' poems will be instantly removed! I'll start-all my stuff is original and copywritten with my M16 I lived once....when freedom had meaning and was not just a mere word. Come to me words of reminiscence Rendevous in my quaters, Let me speak of the time before time When men were true to their word and vocabulistic eloquence was accepted among society as the norm, Simplicity of good speech is seen now as hasbeen, Oh for what was. As time escapes, I grow fonder of the past Vast oceans of vibrant life, Lands corrupted with green, Different societies, happy with themselves, Grass skirts, foreign dances and deitees, 'good food' Despised by only strangers, Conformed to by similar minds. Subscriptions only to real life, living by your means. -Persuance of power caused these inner worlds to fold, and the new world was born Feed by soured milk from the breast of an infant. The child has grown and his offspring denies its ancestors, I mourn for no-one but the objectivity that time allowed.
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Post by Elle on Jun 26, 2005 20:10:31 GMT -5
Looks like no-ones keen, alright I'll go again This was written after Bush won the election-again- (after a few alcoholic beverages). Justification. I view my analistic logic from the outside. I hold know physical gun, My independence becomes me, I sit with no politicians, I have no place with the Captains and Kings. My education derives from you, I speak with many but regard few. My knowledge is speculation and theories, I am by no means intelligent, and I'm a far cry from modest. My endearing disgust with our species is known from past regurgitation. Your decisions and judgements are remembered and not cared for. I write for me and my sanity-if any. Although I need no justification- my humanistic tendancies control my hand I have no need for your understanding, 'Thought Provoking' was NOT my intention. I awaken you to your ever deeping hole- For this is "your" justification.
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Post by Italian Princess on Jun 27, 2005 18:23:25 GMT -5
Finally, ive been waiting for you to open Darks Arts up again For anyone who doesnt know Elle used to run an ops website and Dark Arts was one of the coolest sec's! Youve been introduced to one of the best in the business man and im not far behind! And dont be mad chick they had to know i rekon they a bit confused by ya
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Post by coletti on Jun 27, 2005 19:24:00 GMT -5
I think this song has alot of meaning to it I really like it.Its about a Acholic Girlfriend.
PAPA ROACH LYRICS
"Scars"
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
Drunk and I'm feeling down And I just wanna be alone I'm pissed cause you came around Why don't you just go home Cause you channel all your pain And I can't help you fix yourself You're making me insane All I can say is
[Chorus:] I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And our scars remind us that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
I tried to help you once Against my own advice I saw you going down But you never realized That you're drowning in the water So I offered you my hand Compassions in my nature Tonight is our last stand
[Chorus]
I'm drunk and I'm feeling down And I just wanna be alone You shouldn't ever came around Why don't you just go home? Cause you're drowning in the water And I tried to grab your hand And I left my heart open But you didn't understand But you didn't understand Go fix yourself
I can't help you fix yourself But at least I can say I tried I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life I can't help you fix yourself But at least I can say I tried I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
[Chorus x2]
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Post by Elle on Jun 27, 2005 19:41:49 GMT -5
You've just convinced me to go shopping for it
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Post by Elle on Jun 29, 2005 16:41:01 GMT -5
I've wanted to write song lyrics for as long as I can remember-this was my trial run-unfortunately all my work turns out like this ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I come to this place not to speak of Politics, Left and Right wing junctions, Educational Pitfalls or Religious contradiction. I reside here to free myself from these things, To declare our utter stupidity, To beat its dictators and declare war on their hores of addiction. For those who exist in a shaft of uncompromising darkness, Dwell in it no longer. My cave has incandescant candles warmed with a sense of compromise-it is warmed for you.
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Post by Elle on Jun 29, 2005 22:54:36 GMT -5
I'm listening to Archangelo Corelli- I can't bring my brush to canvas- and I'm bored, so I thought Id entertain myself by writing a bit.
These are my thoughts on the conspiracy theory behind the so-called "Undercover Government" that runs America. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- To the Captains & Kings. I can see you, Those in which society cannot believe. The Captains and Kings of this world. Your creation of wars to increase taxation. This, so that excess money can be exchanged with foreign hands, in order to fund the rich and bomb the poor.
You...who are untouchable.
But with this I send a message-
Do not prolong the unnecessary, Do not create our fate-it doesn't exist. Leave the mindless sheep to their own undoing, Let us few walk together and converse with cigars and alcohol about our next step. These sheep are pointless to eradicate. Let our drinks be brought by them still. Unfortunately for you, You each are destined to die.....
like the assassinated presidents, the senators, the directors, and the financiers,
You are not expendable-no one is.
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Post by fatfreddy on Jun 30, 2005 20:24:17 GMT -5
I hate writing but i feel kinda strong about this so dont mocke me ;D Some people may look at us funny because we choose to dream. Some people may judge us because we choose to think from the other side of what people "say" is right. But what is "right" these days People dying while other people sit on plastic gold thrones that they don't deserve People wearing a badge when they are just as corrupt as the ones without it I choose to do what i do because what I see as right can only be made that way by being on the "wrong" side, where the rules are better where proper justice can be given out and respect for this side is alot more higher then any court room I choose to be here because i can do more right
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Post by melissa on Jun 30, 2005 21:30:28 GMT -5
I think its cool:-) anyone else thinks differently has to deal with me!
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Post by Elle on Jun 30, 2005 23:29:42 GMT -5
Well defined thought there Fat's-you have my support as a budding writer. I think you should enter Colettis competition.
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Post by coletti on Jul 3, 2005 18:00:26 GMT -5
Another song
FALL OUT BOY LYRICS
"Sugar We're Going Down"
Am I more than you bargained for yet I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear Cause that's just who I am this week Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum I'm just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song (A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, Cazzo it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, Cazzo it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet Wishing to be the friction in your jeans Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him I'm just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song (Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, Cazzo it and pull it [x2]
Down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, Cazzo it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself) And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said) I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself) A loaded god complex, Cazzo it and pull it
We're going down, down (down, down) Down, down (down, down) We're going down, down (down, down) A loaded god complex, Cazzo it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself) And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said) I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself) A loaded god complex, Cazzo it and pull it
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Post by coletti on Jul 3, 2005 18:11:59 GMT -5
This funny where its supposed to say C*CK it back and pull it , it says Cazzo it back and pull it
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Post by Elle on Jul 3, 2005 18:29:34 GMT -5
This funny where its supposed to say C*CK it back and pull it , it says Cazzo it back and pull it I know ;DI was gona say something but I thought you put it there -Automatic shananaghans ha
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Post by coletti on Jul 11, 2005 15:31:35 GMT -5
This song right here is country but it aint none of that stupid country its the good stuff.
Diamond Rio Beautiful Mess
Going out of my mind these days, Like I’m walkin ’round in a haze, I can’t think straight, I can’t concentrate, And I need to shave.
I go to work and I look tired, The boss man said son you gona get fired, This ain’t your style, and behind my coffee cup, I just smile.
Chorus What a beautiful mess, what a beautiful mess I’m in spending all my time with you There’s nothing else I’d rather do. What a sweet addiction that I’m caught up in, cause I can’t get enough Can’t stop the hunger for your love. What a beautiful mess, what a beautiful mess I’m in. (ah ah)
This morning put salt in my coffee I put my shoes on the wrong feet I’m loosen my mind I swear, it might be the death of me, but I don’t care.
Chorus
Bridge Is it your eyes, Is it your smile. All I know is that Your driven me wild.
Chorus(2x)
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Post by coletti on Jul 11, 2005 16:43:58 GMT -5
This song represents my High School days.
Chicks Dig It by Chris Cagle album: Chris Cagle [Capitol/EMI] (2003) Hey y'all, watch this
Daddy's belt, momma's drapes Standin' tall on the backyard shed Lookin' cool in my Superman cape I told the neighborhood girls Said, Hey y'all watch this My fate was a broken arm My reward was one big kiss When Daddy asked me why I did it I made him laugh out loud when I told him 'Cause the chicks dig it.
Scars heal, glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made, oh yea. Pain hurts, but only for a minute Yeah, life is short so go on and live it 'Cause the chicks dig it.
Black top road, learner permit Thought I was Earnhardt Drivin' fast but I didn't see the ditch Took out a mailbox, then a fence and then a barn The police came and called my father But I met the farmer's daughter And when the judge asked me why I did it He threw the book at me when I told him 'Cause the chicks dig it.
Scars heal, glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made, oh yea Pain hurts, but only for a minute Yeah life is short so go on and live it 'Cause the chicks dig it. Oh yeah, Oh ho.
--- Instrumental ---
Just throw caution to the wind my friend Then sit back and watch you life begin, cause.
Scars heal, glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made Pain hurts, but only for a minute Your life is short so go on and live it 'Cause the chicks dig it.
Scars heal, glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made Pain hurts, but only for a minute Yeah, life is short so go on and live it It don't matter if you lose or if you win it Hey, the chicks dig it.
The chicks dig it.
The chicks dig it.
The chicks dig it...
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