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He nestles in
Under "his" bridge
But will not sleep tonight
Tears fall like rain
But no one will see
No one will console
No one will care
No oneForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
My hope died as people spit on me,
called me a murder and refused to
acknowledge me. No I'm no hero,
but I was a soldier. I'm a man damn it,
but no hears me because they are afraid
to look at me, to look upon the reminder
of what they call defeat.
God Bless America for I will always love
you, even if you can't see me.
No one understands the voices in my head.
No one cares that I am not dead.
No one
No one
Red, White and Blue.SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.0 -
His love of the red, white & blue
Ingrained in him
Why then, oh why
Has his country forsaken him?Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
we're so "rhyme-y" on herei feel so high, the sky i scrape0
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He served in Korea
Time had to be done
Grew up in the household
Not very much fun
Dealing with his demons
A choice he'd never regret
Where is the fucking time
For a Korean vet?
Not that the US soldier
Were not brave and dutiful too
The government down there
Turns a tighter screw
Brothers and now sisters
Who have fought in a war
Bring back horrible memories
What dirty tricks the brain has in-storeYou've changed your place in this world!0 -
Some memeories last forever
Thoughts still a prisoner of war
And a peaceful, decent, restful sleep
Is all he wishes forForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
he heads for the shelter
to claim a bed for the night
he can feel the air changing,
its going to snow later tonight.
Too bad he didn't know
the shelter was gone.
It was burnt down last night
by people unknown.
he heads for the shelter to claim a bed.SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.0 -
bloodied footprints in snow
tell of sorrowful stumbling
beating a path back through his years
but no one sees
no one deciphers his time
no one lays a grain of love
at his front door.
he listens for words
that will never be spokenSome people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!0 -
And so he speaks them to himself
He understands them
But passers-by
Wonder why?
They shake their heads
They fear his look
They fear his words
They do not understand
They think he is a mad manForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
Where do I rest tonight
my head is full and my body cold.
Where do I rest tonight?
As he stumbles through the snow.SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.0 -
His footsteps dissapering
Like those who pass him
Wishing he would
He lies down
The snow a lovely blanket
So white
So pure
So cleanForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
and so mean,
as he begins to shiver.
wondering if this will be
his last night,
as the sky glows and
the dark envelops him.SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.0 -
He fights the closing of his eyes
It is not a stranger that he fears
The strain of life and living
Closing in on less yearsYou've changed your place in this world!0 -
the fleeting years weigh heavy on his
mind nights like this, he seems to see
clear the memories of family, friends,
and one summer of college beer days.
O Canada, O Canada, I should have went
but that red, white and blue always knew
I could never say no, hell I didn't have
the connections any way. Thank you
he tries to nod as an extra blanket is
placed upon him.SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.0 -
Oh Canada
You are a true free nation
For now
Please don't ever go the way of our southern neighbour
For greed is not a good thing
You can only take the best for "so long"
Before those words echo in your headYou've changed your place in this world!0 -
Greed
A wicked black pit
Always wanting more
A hunger
Never satedForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
My god the backyard needs to be weeded
Another getaway is needed
The voices in his head pleaded
Ideas have already been seededYou've changed your place in this world!0 -
Inside his skull
They grow
They form
Take shape
Until they bloom
And spew forth from his gaping mawForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
Ah, oh, *pause*
Mind gone blank
Need a vaction
Get a tan
I should drive a tankYou've changed your place in this world!0 -
Sure, drive a tank
I'll call you Sherman
Drive it to the desert
Then you can get a tan
And think about sand
And where you stand
And green eggs and hamForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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