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Date Posted: 03:49:38 05/07/02 Tue
Author: Sonique
Author Host/IP: pcp01722813pcs.union01.nj.comcast.net / 68.39.237.138
Subject: × But Anything Would Be Fine
In reply to: Carter 's message, "« break ya »" on 02:30:21 05/07/02 Tue




We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune
Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons
But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle and the vinyl play
All the songs of the pain, songs that explain all our circles and strains
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?
'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

× dial is turned slightly, admiring the virile. he obvious took his music for what it was... art, that needed concentration. she was no musician, yet had always been dying to learn. torso is leant against a street pole, and icey orbis continue to watch him, finding herself muttering his words under her breath. they just seemed to roll off her tongue, as if the words were meant to be a song. the brujo truely was gifted. she did not care that the male vaguely noticed her emerging into the dim glow of the street light. he was concentrating on his music now, and she was very content to listen

× You try to tell me how to live - But it's my life

× bruja was very unaware at her vocal's skill, but relized that she had spoken a bit louder than she wanted to. she quickly quiets, and listens




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