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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 es...

Some Red-Handed Sleight Of Hand `Cursive`

"And now we proudly present Songs perverse and songs of lament A couple hymns of confession And songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along, I'm on the ugly organ, again Sing along, I'm on the

At Conception `Cursive`

If anybody knows the sorrows of the young woman, it's Father Cole. But he's been acting out of sorts; that strange sermon he gave accepting termination due to rape.

Semantics `Endeavor`

The semantics of terror have been redefined with a foreign policy the undermines the concept of democracy we profess to protect.

Hymns For The Heathen `Cursive`

Night has draped it's cape of stars Over our small town From the campus and the tavern To the chapel and infirmary We've seen their dreams We found the guilt, the fables, and folly Of the residents

Dorothy At Forty `Cursive`

every dollar, every bent and bloodied spur We're not the kids that we once were We can't be the adults we want to be Dreams are all you have, dreams have held you back Dreamers never live, only dream of

The Sunks `Cursive`

television out the window Overmedicated, this must be the sunks If you can't understand the blues, you don't know much With much love for science and a youthful defiance, We struck blindly at the roots of

Bad Sects `Cursive`

Preached the word, served the Eucharist, Gained the trust of the townsfolk. Made every football game, never missed a social.

Tempest `Cursive`

Wind blown A semi capsized in the storm Stranded The rains of June have cleansed it A baptism of sufferage Take two One man beneath a waning moon Still birth The abortive child of entropy Careening for

Dorothy Dreams Of Tornados `Cursive`

You said we'd leave next year Each year for thirteen years Each year, it gets harder to hear It's getting harder now just to stay in love And now our roots grow deep Beneath these barren streets I hav...

Harold Weathervein `Cursive`

Harold walks down any street of this town Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift His legs twitch The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting

Ten Percent To the Ten Percent `Cursive`

And your Fathers got a lot of friends. We didn't bother to check your references. We're a successful company. With endless opportunity. So why must you shit where you eat?

When Summer's Over Will We Dream Of Spring `Cursive`

> "When Summer's Over Will We Dream Of Spring" A safe position -- a back against the wall A simple shrug to shurg the questions off When there's no action, there's no reaction Curb the dead, avert the

The Ugly Organist `Cursive`

And now, we proudly presentsongs perverse and songs of lamentA couple hymns of confession,and songs that recognize our sick obsessionsSing along i'm on the ugly organ againSing along I'm on the ugly organ

Break In The New Year `Cursive`

New years ago We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind We sweetened for a kiss -- The kiss of a new year to come But those days are gone We never got resolution -- it never comes All the best

The Lament Of Pretty Baby `Cursive`

I saw something I was not supposed to see A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me (The kitchen door was open a crack, So naively we peeked inside) Oh, darling sister, have they hurt you, have they ...

The Casualty `Cursive`

The shoe is dropped, lungs explode Shards of words of a shattered voice And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...

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

Bloody Murderer `Cursive`

my bed She cries in her sleep She says I won't let her leave I lie perfectly still As she stifles her tears I don't want to disturb her 'let go, let go - please let me be Look at the ghost you've made of

A Career In Transcendence `Cursive`

whole world figured out one man cleans up after the pony and prances around and another man rides that pony out but your words weigh you down isn't that what you were trained for you built your nest of

The Radiator Hums `Cursive`

I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and

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

A Red So Deep `Cursive`

The setting Sun has eteched lines upon this face Shades of red of a furious defeat Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?

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

(emergency: were floating endlessly) transmission terminated youve been created, severed from life and limb stranded an infant on the front step of the universe infinitely searching for a warmth

Proposals `Cursive`

So if you can really hear me and you really think you believe me, there must be some kind of privilege here to putter around with such an existence.

The Recluse `Cursive`

I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,' And I can hardly get myself out of her bed. For fear of never lying in this bed again. Oh christ, I'm not that desperate am i?

A Gentleman Caller `Cursive`

But in the morning On the sober dawn of sunday You're not sure what you have done Who told you love was fleeting?

Big Bang `Cursive`

once, we were left here to fill in the blanks There was this big bang once, now we're aimlessly drifting in space We're gonna need an explanation for rational thought And what it meant and the weight of

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!

Rise Up! Rise Up! `Cursive`

more than one way to explain our existence reverend, sir, i don't want to seem malevolent my teenage angst is far behind me but father, certainly it's troubling to see all these people kneeling, instead of