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Hate wide for dog breeder
in the town of purport
A never seen dog breeder
This is the tale of his replica.
Name was J. Temperance
Only two did not hate him
Because peasants fear local indifference
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron.
One night vet is called out
from his overpaid leisure
To Temperance household, delivered ran out
and phoned his wife in terror.
The next bit is hard to relate.
The new born thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse base, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
No changeling,
as the birth was witnessed.
Only one person could do this:
"Yes" said Cameron
"and the thing was in the
impression of J. Temperance."

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Brother see we are one in the same
And you left with your head filled with flames
And you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth
Push the pieces in place
Make your smile sweet to see
Don't you take this away
I'm still wanting my face on your cheek
And when we break we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place where some holy spectacle lies
When we break we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life
Two headed boy she is all you could need
She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires
And retire to sheets safe and clean
But don't hate her when she gets up to leave

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Lyrics sound naked without the music

In the fight for existence and life
There is no law
And in the presence of eternal death
There is no law
And as the struggle for power and domination prevails
In the arising slaughter
It shall be every man for himself
As in battle there is no law]

Countless numbers die in war's path
Armies falling to our wrath
Warriors of power marching to fight
Destruction, killing, is all that's in sight

Raise the shield or be cast into death
Take a final look, your final breath
Innocent victims of war
No turning back, in battle there is no law

Awaiting the slaughter, time stands still
Thoughts fade away, so does your will
Enemy close in, blood on their minds
You won't die once, die a thousand times

Soldiers of hatred, killing corps of war
Bodies litter the field, what was it for?
Stench of death, no victory for this night
Plead for mercy, you have no right

Raise the shield or be cast in to death
Take a final, look your final breath
Innocent victims of war
No turning back, in battle there is no law

NO LAW!

Im waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
Cos at 5 o clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low

When the priest comes to read me the last rights
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream?

Somebody please tell me that Im dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Dont believe that there is never an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?

As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near Im not sorry
Catch my soul cos its willing to fly away

Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please dont worry now that I have gone
Ive gone beyond to see the truth

When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then youll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.

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Tim Kinsella

Isaac Brock

It's my Father's voice trailing off
Sailors Sailing Off in the Morning
In the Air Condidtion Rooms at the Top of The Stairs

His Jaw's been broken,
His bandages wrapped too tight
His Fangs have been pulled and
I really want to see you tonight

There's bourbon on the breath
Of The Singer you loved so much
He takes all his words from the books
That you don't read anyway

His Jaw's been broken
His bandages wrapped too tight
His Fangs have been pulled and
I really wanna see you tonight

Someone ties a bow
In my backyard to show me love
My voice is climbing walls
Smoking and I want love

My jaw's been broken
My heart is wrapped in ice
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight

And it makes no difference to me
How they cried all over overseas
When It's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside

Cried all over over seas
Makes no difference to me
It's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside

It's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside

Joanna Newsom is amazing

"Emily" might be my favorite song by Joanna Newsom. the way she gets the difference between meteorites and meteoroids wrong was brilliantly endearing.

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one of my absolute favorites by him

Last I saw mother, she rose from a chair
When they caught me I just finished combing my hair
Because the rabbit will run as the colt does along with the mare

We've all learned the earth while we've carried the throne
We dove under the rivers and under our clothes
And I still have a prayer as sure as my settling bones

Last I saw mother, she covered my ears
When they caught me I offered the captain a beer
Because the rabbit will run and the lion has nothing to fear

We bricked up the garden and know what it means
And we've all kissed a virgin as if she were clean
And I still have a prayer despite all the colors I've seen

And judgment is just like a cup that we share
I'll jump over the wall and I'll wait for you there
Well past the weeds in our vision of things to come

We've all heard the rooster and all been denied
And we've seen through the haze and the spit in our eyes
And I still have a prayer, a well-weathered word to the wise

Last I saw mother, she smelled like a rose
When they caught me, the captain, he opened my nose
Because the rabbit will run and the wind takes a bird where it blows

We've all traded lovers and woke up alone
And we clapped for the king though our fingers were cold
I still have a prayer cause I love what I cannot control

Last I saw mother, she acted surprised
When they caught me, the captain, he cried like a child
Because the rabbit will run, and good dogs together go wild

We've all lived in grace at the end of the day
And we've armed all the children we thought we betrayed
I still have a prayer but too few occasions to pray

Judgment is just like a cup that we share
I'll jump over the wall and I'll wait for you there
Well past the weeds in our vision of things to come

And we've all found a reason for hiding a gun
We've helped out a few if we've hurt anyone
I still have a prayer and so be it, I've done what I've done

Last I saw mother, she blew me a kiss
When they caught me, the cuffs cut the blood from my wrist
'Cause the rabbit will run and the pig has to lay in its piss

We've all given half to the hand in our face
We've all taken a stone from the holiest place
And I still have a prayer and I've furthered the world in my wake

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this is shit

go back to Yea Forums with this shit. post something obscure or nothing at all

I got something in my head
Something sleeping in my head
That I don't wanna wake up, you see
Something in my head
And my lazy little body
Isn't ready yet to set it free
Well, it's some kind of hibernation
Who will ever force me out
With a polar bear up there
How am I gonna travel light?
I got something in my head
Like a lion in a cage, starving wild
And I've ran out of meat
Something in my head
Something crawling like a snake
In my bed, made me rip off my sheets
Well, it's an awkward situation
Trying to fight the jungle alone
But I gotta make my way through
If I wanna travel light
Lately I've been walking away
Floating like a song in the air
Lately I've been trailing away
I've been walking my way
I was standing on the edge
Of a mountain of clay
And I got tired of wading through the mud
So I jumped to hit the ground
It was firm yet it was hard
And I stood proudly up with my pain
Now, I don't care about the scratches
No one followed me this far
Oh, broken bones but empty head
I made it on my own, this far
Lately I've been walking away
Floating like a song in the air
Lately I've been trailing away
I've been walking my way

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it's BEAR with me.

jesus, if you're going to post music on a lit board, at least spell shit correctly.

bob dylan

deleting my contribution because OP's are terrible and I don't want Joanna Newsom marred by associations with this thread.

Rain check, I get the rain check
I don't want your love, it's tainted
I won't make it
I'm just waiting for a payment
Drain Gang CEO I'm on the low, close to the pavement

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And no-one saw the Carny go, the weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show, leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
And as the company crossed the bridge
With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed
It shone, just so, upon the edge
Away, away, we're sad to say
Dog-boy, Atlas, Mandrake, the geeks, the hired hands
There was not one among them that did not cast an eye behind
In the hope that the Carny would return to his own kind
The Carny left behind a horse so skin and bone that he'd named Sorrow
And it was in a shallow, unmarked grave
That that old nag was laid
In the then parched meadow
And it was the dwarves that were given the task of digging the ditch
And laying the nag's carcass in the ground
While boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around
saying "The nag was dead meat"
"We can't afford to carry dead weight"
While the whole company standing about, not making a sound
And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate
The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"
And the rain came hammering down
Everybody running for their wagons
Tying all the canvas flaps down
The mangy cats growling in their cages
The bird-girl flapping and squawking around
The whole valley reeking of wet beast
Wet beast and rotten, sodden hay
Freak and brute creation
Packed up and on their way
The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind
Moses says to Noah "Shoulda dugga deepa one"
Their grizzled faces like dying moons
Still dirty from the digging done
And Charlie the Atlas to the three said
"I guess the Carny ain't gonna show"
And they were silent for a spell
wishing they'd done a better job of burying Sorrow
And the company passed from the valley
Into a higher ground
The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow
And on the mound
Until nothing was left, nothing at all
Except the body of Sorrow
That rose in time
To float upon the surface of the eaten soil
And a murder of crows did circle 'round
First one, then the others flapping blackly down
And the Carny's van still sat upon the edge
Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge
And the rain it hammered down
And the rain it hammered down
And the rain it hammered down
And the rain it hammered down
And no-one saw the Carny go
No-one saw the Carny go
No-one saw the Carny go
I say, it's funny how things go...

It's either Cave or Cohen, just gorgeous lyrics

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>Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
>Broken apart, like a woman's heart; abused in a marriage.

Sorry, not an anglofag, I try my best. The least you can do is be a little polite.

OP is still the only decent thing posted so far in this thread. Cave being a honorable mention