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DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i should like your insight on a potential PJ lyric...

would you see Of_The_Girl's "my tree" thread, please?


and
how's
the
flu
treating
you?



:) heal up :)
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    :)


    i was wondering what you think they're saying in "In My Tree"...

    i put theskyiscrape's lyric in otg's thread... I'm certain, however, that it is INCORRECT!


    :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Up here in mah tree, yeah
    Newspapers mutter munch to theee, yeh
    Crowbars cross mah head yeh
    I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeh

    A Dalek sky makes Simon scrape
    He flies so high the doors may break
    He hops so high I'm hopeless, I might wake
    Just like innocence


    :D
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    giggling @ Finsbury :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Up here in mah tree, yeah
    Newspapers mutter munch to theee, yeh
    Crowbars cross mah head yeh
    I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeh

    A Dalek sky makes Simon scrape
    He flies so high the doors may break
    He hops so high I'm hopeless, I might wake
    Just like innocence


    :D

    waves to all me friends..
    yo..

    fins n of me girls and pasta nazeees

    i fry so hi the mind i scrapes..
    i ply so hard the kind i makes...

    it's past innocents ...
    it's crass dissonance..
    past the flood it makes ..

    she is ok... she is ok.. she is OK with me
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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