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June 25, 2008
Lyric by: i220
Still Untitled - A WIP From The Upcoming Album Tentatively Titled S.A.L.A.G.I.A. by i220 & Speak Lexia
A donation to your beloved charity, it had to be,
30 or more pieces to cease this...
There was a time when Simon called on me less,
And the steeple people bought and souled just that I must confess.
But, I never preyed on. I had to pray for giveness.
It was all understood -- far less business for liveless.
Then, as the years ticked on, something flicked on and stuck there,
Like a previously viewed dawn it was picked up by luck.
There was a time when Simon called on me less.
I must confess.
A donation to your beloved charity, it has to be,
30 or more pieces to cease this or lease this,
Brand new point of view. I'm leaving you to pray in lieu of...
Today I just don't know what is --
Business as usual -- casual. I'm dizzy.
Got me speculating, accumulating, figuring something --
Technically assuming a lingering something.
Its all just confusing the issue.
No, I don't want the cabernet and raw fish.
You want me to finish my life and sign on,
But what's in it for me -- a designer wife and a line on,
Better credit/more legit/super fit/less bullshit?
It's a mindfuck/sucker punch. Go out on a hunch,
Lunch date. I can't crunch these numbers much later than,
8 or 9... 10...
A donation to your beloved charity, it's going to be,
30 or more pieces to cease this or lease this,
Brand new point of view. I'm leaving you to pray in lieu of,
Me.
Please say a few words for me.
I'm looking forward to a brand new day. If I had,
My way I'd lay down, face down to the ground,
No one allowed to to make a sound -- just listen.
Just missed that? Then do it all again.
This time Mammon can't help you.
I nominate the candidate to satiate and tell you,
It's treason. What reason?
Because you said so from the get go. Remember the show?
When what's it did the thingy just like who's them and so-so.
No -- no, I can't stay for the throw down.
I have a meeting downtown at the atrium. Slow down.
There'll be so much red tape it'll bury them.
We've got at least 15, 20, maybe half...
Laugh like it's yours 'cause it is but it isn't that,
I will be disloyal in any way.
I royally fucked it but I'm gonna ante up and give,
A donation to your beloved charity, it has to be,
30 or more pieces to cease this or lease this,
Brand new point of view. I'm leaving you to pray in lieu of,
Me.
Please say a few words for me.
Please say a few words...
Copyright 2008: Matthew Wilson.
Posted by i220 at June 25, 2008 04:39 PM
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"Dammit I'm Mad" by Demetri Martin
Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.
Posted by: PalindromeMania at June 27, 2008 08:32 AM