The world outside

GrasshopperGrasshopper Posts: 137
edited September 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Feet pound the concrete
on an ancient warriors grave
Jam the key into my deathbox
and volunteer to be a slave
slept through the sunset
another moonlight day
artificial digital nickels
they'll soon delete away (v1)



take hold of my hand
draw near my side
lend your ear to my voice and
ignore the world outside (chourus)

One day the order will trample me
and throw me to the side
this system of sidistic pricks
will drink from a fountain of fire
the whole world will turn upside down
they'll have the nerve to act suprised
but the angels wont let you frown
because you have their eyes (V2)

Ignorance herds at the alter
the truth just floats astray
I won't break or falter
Daddy's not built that way (bridge)

take hold of my hand
draw near my side
lend your ear to my voice and
ignore the world outside (repeat X2)
This guy wouldn't know magesty if it bit him in the face- Strong bad

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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Feet pound the concrete
    on an ancient warriors grave
    Jam the key into my deathbox
    and volunteer to be a slave
    slept through the sunset
    another moonlight day
    artificial digital nickels
    they'll soon delete away (v1)



    take hold of my hand
    draw near my side
    lend your ear to my voice and
    ignore the world outside (chourus)

    One day the order will trample me
    and throw me to the side
    this system of sidistic pricks
    will drink from a fountain of fire
    the whole world will turn upside down
    they'll have the nerve to act suprised
    but the angels wont let you frown
    because you have their eyes (V2)

    Ignorance herds at the alter
    the truth just floats astray
    I won't break or falter
    Daddy's not built that way (bridge)

    take hold of my hand
    draw near my side
    lend your ear to my voice and
    ignore the world outside (repeat X2)


    That is a damn high quality piece of work.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • thanks man
    This guy wouldn't know magesty if it bit him in the face- Strong bad

    www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
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