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Thread: Word Association
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04-16-2010 #12921
Liza and Louise
Last edited by rockabilly; 04-16-2010 at 03:42 AM.
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04-16-2010 #12922
Liza Minelli
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04-16-2010 #12923
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04-16-2010 #12924
Son of Sam. sos
William Escalade is no more. He's done his service to the site.
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04-16-2010 #12925
Uncle Sam...........
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04-16-2010 #12926
- Join Date
- Feb 2007
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- Corner booth at the Titty Twister
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Death and taxes
I hate being bipolar...It's fucking ace!
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04-16-2010 #12927
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04-16-2010 #12928
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04-16-2010 #12929
dirge (added text)
And maybe its easier to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
If we're dead when tomorrow's gone
The Big Machine will just move on
Still we cling afraid we'll fall
Clinging like the memory which haunts us all
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04-16-2010 #12930
Bob Dylan
His song, Dirge:
Dirge
'I hate myself for lovin’ you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
I hate myself for lovin’ you and I’m glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
Like a slave in orbit, he’s beaten ’til he’s tame,
All for a moment’s glory and it’s a dirty, rotten shame.
There are those who worship loneliness, I’m not one of them,
In this age of fiberglass I’m searching for a gem.
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn’t shown me nothing yet,
I’ve paid the price of solitude, but at last I’m out of debt.
Can’t recall a useful thing you ever did for me
’Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.
We stared into each other’s eyes ’til one of us would break,
No use to apologize, what diff’rence would it make?
So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine,
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I’m at,
I hate myself for lovin’ you, but I should get over that.'
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