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[Jman]

IT'S EXPECTED I'M GONE
I don't want to hurt

see my position was here

I mean as it was, I was

so this led to the downfall of man

you make seconds feel hours

I make certain

my head is separate from my body

no hope?

see that gives me guts

big fucking shit

right now man

[Jman]

JESUS AND TEQUILA
I had a girl

she loved what she saw

she loved me so good

she made her daddy mad

but my woman cried

she's dead to me now

my woman ran off

and I can't deny it

my life

jesus and tequila

I'm satisfied

and I can't deny it

I had a job

it paid me good

i could have my fun

and tip the preacher too

but my boss yelled

he's dead to me now

my boss kicked me out

and I can't deny it

my life

jesus and tequila

I'm satisfied

and I can't deny it

you better listen to me

cause I wanna tell you son

don't give away your love

don't give away your sweat

because a girl can't know you

and a boss can't forget

remember

jesus and tequila

I'm satisfied

and I can't deny it

[Jman]

LITTLE MAN WITH A GUN IN HIS HAND
the highest love,

a woman's touch

harmony

a strong mind a strong body

beauty

all the things he couldn't be, all the things he couldn't have.

Little man with a gun in his hand.

[Jman]

MARTIN'S STORY
What you making man

takes time

a little bit

then a little bit more

the effort's worth it

feels good

designed

by me

try and try

that's the way you want it

but you know

that ain't always the way it goes

a little bit

then a little bit more

'cause what you makin' man

takes time

[Jman]

MAYBE PARTYING WILL HELP
As I look out over this beautiful land

I can't help but realize that I am alone

why am I able to waste my energy?

to notice life being so beautiful?

maybe partying will help

What of people who don't have what I got?

are they victims of my leisure?

To fail is to be a victim,

to be a victim of my choice

maybe partying will help

[swank60]

Changing bands now.

This song is about a N. Korean man who was a fighter pilot during the Korean war. He'd left N. Korea and moved to N. America, and his wife was loosing her mind to old age:

The stillness here,
Like what he sometimes finds inside her,
Hits so hard it can steal your breath forever
He sometimes wonders
Is the sum of their lives together
Him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters

These days he’s drinking for the pleasure of falling
And he’s falling for the pleasure of pretending
That she’s sitting by the window waiting
For him to come calling

If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours
We’d sit on the point
And watch the sun continually flounder
Bathed in gold we’d plug into some kind of power
And connect with those days
Back before all of this went sour

’cause I’m drinking for the pleasure of falling
And I’m falling for the pleasure of pretending
That you’re sitting by the window waiting
For me to come calling

Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper
And with the last of the sun
You can feel the approach of the winter
Now is the time of each day
That I desperately miss her
I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her

So you’re drinking for the pleasure of falling
And you’re falling for the pleasure of pretending
That I’m sitting by the window waiting
For you to come calling

[yooper]

Originally Posted by Jman

Then there was the time as a kid I pinched the tip of my finger off in the door--I think the expression is "delaminated." Oddly, the folks in the ER didn't stitch it back on, they just sort of cleaned it and flapped it back on and bandaged it. I was like, "Gee, I think I could have done that myself, you geniuses." It tried to make a go of it, but then died, and a new one grew back into place.

I read this the first time as "I tried to make a go of it, but then died, and a new one grew back into place."

It sounded like you died and grew back around your damaged finger fragment...

[Jman]

MR ROBOT'S HOLY ORDERS
Forced-fed

sifted

tin can

turn handle

puppet

pull toy

[swank60]

Speaking confidentially
the fire that burnt inside of me
has turned to ash the tortured tree
that grows beside the anguished sea
Speaking confidentially

Speaking metaphorically
the earth I trust beneath my feet
is moving now ever so slightly
I shift my feet but feel no relief
Speaking metaphorically

Speaking hypothetically
if the air you breathed was so unique
would you use it up to idly speak
or horde it for a rainy week
Speaking hypothetically

Speaking kind of cryptically
the sea that raged beside the tree
burning bright for all to see
it just might mean the most to me
Speaking kind of cryptically

[Jman]

MUTINY IN JONESTOWN
Cast off!!!!!!

me in these ropes

I'm one knot

tangled in the heap

I know it's paradox

with my dreams

the ships creaking

taking on bullshit

I fucking scream:

jump ship!

[yooper]

Originally Posted by surfpig

I've often wondered if people on boards like these take on the personalities of their avatars...

...SHUDDER...

WTF are you talking about?

[Jman]

MY HEART AND THE REAL WORLD
And so my soul collapsed into the big guilt wad,

some big thunder-law forces me to eat shit

and if I was a word

could my letters number 100?

more likely coarse and guttural

one syllable anglo saxon

I'm a victim of a fact

let's say I loved a girl

but the world was wrong

and I was forced to march in line

finally I felt like handcuffs

machines disregard my pronouns

I am defeated

I'm the cool, damp clay

[yooper]

good nite tut, surgery in the morning...

[Jman]

NATURE WITHOUT MAN
Nature without man

the boundary the border of right and wrong

the tariff is self

the freedom feeling the criminal

the pied piper is the heart and mind

[swank60]

Can't lose the taste of this river mud,
Black water in my lungs.
They say you can't step in the same river twice
Well I've been stepping in this river seems like most my life.

So sharpen up those dragging hooks
Tie that sheep shank tight
Cast into the river boys
We're dragging for those lost years tonight.

There's a man whose lost his wife
Said she'd be home by eight,
But that was well on three weeks ago
Now he's walking those banks searching for clues to her fate.

See that girl she's lost her boy
Flash flood stole him away.
Now she keeps a vigil on that suspension bridge
Praying for that river to return him one day.

So sharpen up those dragging hooks
Tie that clove hitch tight
Cast into the river boys
We're dragging for lost love tonight.

Can't lose the taste of this river mud
Black water in my lungs.
They say even the weariest river in the end will find the sea
But here among the cat tails all we discuss is breaking free

So sharpen up those dragging hooks
Tie that sheep shank tight
Cast into the water boys
We're dragging for lost souls tonight.

[Jman]

Originally Posted by yooper

I read this the first time as "I tried to make a go of it, but then died, and a new one grew back into place."

It sounded like you died and grew back around your damaged finger fragment...

No, it only felt that way to me.

[Jman]

NO EXCHANGE
Everything that's been,

the future's smashed,

carbon copy dream

pipe down the drain

the anxious cast's

fighting for the next play

too late, too late

for what mistake?

no cash in no exchange

too late, too late

[Jman]

NOTHING INDEED
The interruption went

small snag in life

pot-hole in the road

it's only a detour

a minor deterrent

that can't unload

my examination from a to b.

there is no cause

no cause at all

for my hesitation

nothing indeed

[swank60]

Speed River at my feet running low and flat
I'm sitting here burning daylight,
Thinking about the past
And that distance out there
Where the earth meets the sky
The slightest move and this river mud
Pulls me further down
John's at my side, but he's sitting on firmer ground

John says I look at the moon and the stars
These days more often than I look into his eyes
And I can't disagree so I don't say nothing
I just stare on past his face at Venus rising,
Like a shining speck of hope hanging over the horizon

With each passing year that I sit here
That horizon seems to inch just that much nearer
And all that appears on it seems as clear as spit
But if there's on thing in my life
That these years have taught
It's that you can always see it coming
But you can never stop it

Speed River at my feet running low and flat
I'm sitting here burning daylight,
Thinking about the past
And that distance out there
Where the earth meets the sky
The slightest move and this river mud
Pulls me further down
John's at my side,
But he's not noticing that I'm drowning
The slightest move and this river mud
Pulls me further down
John's at my side,
But he's not noticing that I'm drowning