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LYRICS Finished and Unfinished Songs
don't copy/ steal/ use any of these fucking songs |
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SKINNY PUPPY By Bob Sink deeper into my chair There's a numbness in the air Can't move the thoughts through my mind Don't mind the heat, please pass the time My feet stay rooted to the floor Can't move can't feel nothing anymore Can't remember the last time I could breathe Don't know why I'm here, maybe I'll just leave
Everything I wanted to hear Hold it for me in your hand
I can dream it but never feel it I never lived always regretted You took it from me so now I try to forget it Always lonely never alone You took the sun from my sky and you turned it to stone Hold me under, won't let me go And I can't breathe
I think it knows I've got nothing left to do but burn And smolder in my sorrow With any luck I'll die and forget about to tomorrow Because I know What it brings I've seen it all before Another chance to right the wrong A new beginning to another sad song I saw it coming but couldn't avoid it Cause it's to late
Cause they can't decide which wave to ride The sea is cold and the tide is high But the genocide left them dumb inside So they live by the rules of the only book they've known Till they're swallowed by the sea and drenched to the bone And they never found a meaning on their yellow brick road It's just an ending to a story they were never told |
UNTITILED By Bob Have you ever sat by the fire on a cold December Well I used to all the time but I can't really remember What I saw when I looked out the window at the world But you know that's probably for the best Cause every time I'm reminded of the times that I tried I'm another dollar short and a light year behind Where I was just because there's nowhere else I can go But I could swear the winter nights were never this cold
When the signs say you're going the wrong way But if you try to swim upstream You won't get swept away
No sleep for the dreary-eyed The losers will never win And the babies will always cry When every turn in the road Leaves the sun shining in your eyes You gotta look at the life you live and then you'll know You gotta make it in this world alone
Bleeding all their sadness puts a tear in your eye Could've stopped raining but they saw you crying Don't want you to know that the sun's still shining So take a toke, let it soak, it's the only way to see It's not what you think, but what you believe So remember when the time comes don't look down Just see the sun shining through the clouds |
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BUSH WHACKER By Bob Swim in a sea Of myth and make-believe Dive into the melting pot And try not to sink too deep Take a walk in a world where wonderful things Are forgotten every day The people think as one and the One thinks for the people And hides all their problems away The ruler of our world gives us crime without a reason Questions and skeptics just slide right off his back And the polls tell us he's here to stay Cause God is on his side He'll conquer at all costs Cause he always knows what's right How much longer will you let him hide Behind McVeigh's, Bin Laden's and Husseins His patriotic, democratic promises Will only end in pain The people can do as they choose They can say what they think and they can say what they feel But somehow they never really do This world is full of fairness With liberty and justice for all But it's harder than it sounds when based on the grounds That there's really no rules at all |
UNTITLED 2 By Bob Too scared to live But you're afraid to die Too worried to laugh To proud to cry Too scared to sleep, too scared to awaken You're cold and you're empty cuase your mind's been forsaken You float through your life always looking over your shoulder You shiver and you shake but your warm clothes just make you colder Why can't you see That the meaning of live Starts with being free From irrational fears of change and alienation True strength you won't find in numbers You'll find it in the vein In the bone You'll find it burning in your heart when you're afraid to be alone It's a chill Down your spine When you're repremanded for marching out of time |
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UNTITLED 3 By Bob Swirls of blacks and blues and grays Send chills down your spine You never thought a picture could scare you Like a cold gust of wind your hair stands on end You shudder for a moment and turn away And it burns behind your eyes So you clench your fists and turn around And paint it over red So you're happy now and comforted And feel warm again inside But the cold breeze that scared you Still blows Master of situational alchemy The power of the optimist To paint over that to which he can't agree He'll change how it appears And the way it looks till it fits the books Of the rules he must adhere
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"See, we love -- we love freedom. That's what they didn't understand.
They hate things - we love things. They act out of hatred, we don't seek revenge, we seek justice out of love."
President Bush, Oklahoma City, Aug. 29, 2002 |