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| Gee, but it's hard When one lowers one's guard to the vultures Now, me I regard it A torturous hardship that smoulders Like a peppermint eaten away Will I fight? Will I swagger, or sway? Tee hee, milady She cries like a baby Scold us See her tumbling down Heil to the monkey We're having a funky reunion Wasted and sunk he can only have Sunday communion He's got nicotine stains in his eyes He's got nothing to protect but his pride Oh smothered a kiss Or be drowned in blissful confusion -velvet goldmine |
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| i am steve and my name is steve... i look like the boy in the pictures... altho perhaps even better looking in person... yes it is possible... i go thru extremes... i can look like the boy next door type if i'd like... but then again i could also go out looking like the daemonic lovechild of Stan and a gypsy lady that Stan shagged way back in the Old Days when demons roamed the earth and gypsy ladies danced like... umm... gypsy ladies... |
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| Yo que te quiero tanto, que voy a hacer? Me dejaste...me dejaste como una paloma El alma se me fue; se me fue el corazon Ya no tengo ganas de vivir porque no te puedo convencer Que no te vendas. |
| --moulin rouge |
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| I embrace my desire to I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. -TOOL |
| it's the disease of the age it's the disease that we crave alone at the end of the ride we catch the last bus home corporate america wakes coffee republic and cakes we open the latch on the gate of the hole that we call our home protect me from what i want protect me from what i want protect me from what i want prtoect me protect me maybe we're victims of fate remember when we'd celebrate we'd drink and get high until eight but now we're all alone wedding bells aint gonna chime with both of us guilty with crime and both of us sentenced to time and now we're all alone protect me from what i want protect me from what i want protect me from what i want protect me protect me |
| -placebo |
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| if only i could be as cool as you |
| Steve ... 20 yrs old - livin in chicago school at UIC ... job as a student worker no religion - shy and introverted at times enjoy insanity - drama-less i like my tongue |
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