work that splice, by April BLue
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listening to "watermark" by amy grant
remembering the baptism that never took
all i hear is rave and rant
tired of hearing his love is story book
words all ways give me pain
sadistickall words that flame
shower is deescribed as room of rain
now a HeBrew of west hollywood fame
saw it was possible for the goat 2 be nice
must have gotten a call from the head honcho
seems that only threats work that splice
wish i could make a batik poncho
words i wish could Bee elimated
never gonna happen in this lifetime
our only path is to bee hated
working to make a lousy poem rhyme
listening to "watermark" by amy grant
dreading the church makes one hesitate
thinking of the little train that cant
didnt realise that hell had 2 bee my fate |
Posted: 2005-06-28 15:02:21 UTC |
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2005-10-09 06:33:10 | Lillian |
I think this would make really good song lyrics. I love how you wrote you were "working to make a lousy poem rhyme." It stands out :) |