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A Little Song And Dance `Cursive`

i sat around for hours on end before and end so clearly breathin to me i shall no longer play a part of your equation i missed your boat i swear you must have stayed off shore avoidance has been your trump

Butcher The Song `Cursive`

There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place. "where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship? !? Why should I play the fall guy to your love?

Semantics Of Sermon `Cursive`

Since I wrote this am I the culprit These useless wisdoms I dispense At your expense Picture postcards A three minute essay Some scribbled words to four line verse Meanwhile, we mean well We cannot

Sinner's Serenade `Cursive`

Oh God, no, Please don't tell her What I've done; I can hardly look at her Everything I love I hurt Oh God, yes, She is love, she is sex, But I used her for the game; A scapegoat to carry the blame For

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst `Cursive`

A little bit closer, I know you're not bashful There, now that's not so bad, is it? So what was that secret? What did that prick whisper to you?

Flag And Family `Cursive`

Your daddy and my daddy had a drink at the bar Talking about what was best for me Without a name or a degree, Stubbornly holding onto you And you pulling away from me The best that they could say, For

Making Friends And Acquaintances `Cursive`

Loose-lipped secrets I've seen those birdies chirping Another promise perched on their fragile branches Cradle and all...

Mothership, Mothership, Do You Read Me? `Cursive`

> your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost limb it cant detach from mothers loving grasp your starving - its burning for the nutrient it cant have were all cut off alone and lost calling

The Martyr `Cursive`

And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered Cast down by an angel She used to kiss

Rise Up! Rise Up! `Cursive`

dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today hope you don't mind if i hide behind the curtain it's been fifteen years since my last confession by your good book's standards, i've sinned like a champion

Proposals `Cursive`

We are proposals in a cosmic nursery, and these massive stars, they're just little twinkles, if I can't possess them at such magnificence.

A Gentleman Caller `Cursive`

And as it dribbles down his chin He cries, "baby, I've been drinking with some friends! now how 'bout a little kiss..." Bad boy! Rub his nose in it! What a mess And he's playing dumb "doo do doo..."

Sink To The Beat `Cursive`

so transparent I disapear these words I lyrically defecate clint steps in to establish the beat upon songs I boldly claim to create this unique approach to start an EP intended to shock, create a

Art Is Hard `Cursive`

Cut it out Your self-inflicted pain It's getting too routine The crowds are catching on To the self-inflicted song Well, here we go again The art of acting weak Fall in love to fail To boost your cd sales

Sierra `Cursive`

"In the desert, Where the cities are made of gold, There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony, ""Come on, baby! Your bath is ready!

Into The Fold `Cursive`

The Sheperd: I can't say I've always been honest; you can't say I've done a disservice. The girl, she's just a child. She's got a lot to learn, and I'm helping out.

Northern Winds `Cursive`

northern winds came wistling through evergreens like trains one temper broods 'till a temperature breaks one hand will break what he other hand builds and blooms-smashing and tearing what we've worked

Nonsense `Cursive`

i really dont want to write another "im a dick" song again. does it matter now,what the songs about? my my oh my oh bed shak i keep saving its deafening does it matter now,what the songs about?

The Radiator Hums `Cursive`

Dinner's getting cold -- You haven't touched a thing So what's it gonna be?

Ten Percent To the Ten Percent `Cursive`

You seemed like such a smart young man. And your Fathers got a lot of friends. We didn't bother to check your references. We're a successful company. With endless opportunity.

The Casualty `Cursive`

The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink deeper into the drink The volume increases....

A Career In Transcendence `Cursive`

congratulations you're a real major-leauger now the word around looks like you finally made it, boy is that your nest was too cozy mama must be so, so proud you're on your own now, boy and so we built

So-So Gigolo `Cursive`

If you've got the looks and if you've got the goods I suppose you could make it anywhere you want to get made And you want to get made My model agent says, "You gots to get paid!

Retreat! `Cursive`

They checked the shrine and the temple, but he wasn't there They checked the mosque and the chapel-- nope, not there Since you've been away on holiday, the natives are all nightmares Since you've been

A Red So Deep `Cursive`

Crawling bar stools and touching the girls As you wash their smell from his clothes They shoot the horses when they're too old to race And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me?

Absence Makes The Day Go Longer `Cursive`

"Please hang my raincoat I guess that I'll stay a while While I wait on the return It seems the distance you've made Has since lost its meaning Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts To help

Bad Sects `Cursive`

Made every football game, never missed a social. Last week, a boy I taught theology Came back in town with a new ideology, And now those feelings-- I tucked away Threaten this sanctuary.

The Rhyme Scheme `Cursive`

sculpted on verse but it's the best i've got to get your attention i could never get your attention become absurd i could never please you words so sympathetic symphonic, yet- pathetic are tossed on to the song

Big Bang `Cursive`

Before we ever saw straight, we were grasping at straws A debate was born, picket lines were drawn There was this big bang once, now we're learning to use our thumbs We need a purpose in life, a survival

The Night I Lost The Will To Fight `Cursive`

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains The night has fallen down the staircase...