curtis blow

I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious. I can't say what I want to Even if I'm just kidding. People tell me what to say, what to think, and what to play.

Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Curtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go? Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go

If you're scared of dying you better not be scared to live. I've been spending all my days giving all I can give. Last night I heard someone walking through my bedroom door. What they want I'm not exactly sure. A friendly ghost, is all I need. Working time on a broken watch, countin' days till the the old shop sells me back my saxophone and everyone's gonna leave me alone. Two times I thought I heard someone knocking on the glass. I hit my head and prayed that it would last. A friendly ghost, is all I need. If you're scared of dying you better not be scared to live. I've been carrying round a grudge, I think I better forgive Last night I heard footsteps walking on the attic floor. Got up and I opened up the door. A friendly ghost, is all I need.

that's the best poem I've ever read!

Is this what you want Every finger points at me This might be funny If it wasn't such a tragedy After a while It gets harder to smile And pretend that things are ok So when you need the in the middle of the night I won't be there cos you're always breaking my heart You're always breaking my heart You always tear it apart So cross yourself now Get down on your knees and pray But no powers from heaven Could ever take the darkness away I've tried climbing the walls But you've built them too tall So it's time I walk away now And when you call me in the middle of the night There's no one there cos you're always breaking my heart You're always breaking my heart You always tear it apart Reach out a hand to hold Ain't it sad when the distance grows Two hearts cling to their fates Remember that first embrace But I can't worry anymore

You have a natural tendency To squeeze off a shot You're good fun at parties You wear the right masks You're old but you still Like a laugh in the locker room You can't abide change You're at home an the range You opened your suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort a friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun Does the recoil remind you Remind you of sex Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next I looked over Jordan and what did I see Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris I swam in your pools And lay under your palm trees I looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the Federal Building steps And through the range finder over the hill I saw the frontline boys popping their pills Sick of the mess they find On their desert stage And the bravery of being out of range Yeah the question is vexed Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next Hey bartender over here Two more shots And two more beers Sir turn up the TV sound The war has started on the ground Just love those laser guided bombs They're really great For righting wrongs You hit the target And win the game From bars 3,000 miles away 3,000 miles away We play the game With the bravery of being out of range We zap and maim With the bravery of being out of range We strafe the train With the bravery of being out of range We gained terrain With the bravery of being out of range With the bravery of being out of range We play the game With the bravery of being out of range

This is the room, the start of it all, No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall, I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain, And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained. Where will it end? where will it end? Where will it end? where will it end? These are your friends from childhood, through youth, Who goaded you on, demanded more proof, Withdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right in, So distorted and thin, distorted and thin. Where will it end? where will it end? Where will it end? where will it end? This is the car at the edge of the road, There's nothing disturbed, all the windows are closed, I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat, There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak, Where will it end? where will it end? Where will it end? where will it end? This is the room, the start of it all, Through childhood, thorugh youth, I remember it all, Oh, I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain. And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained. Where will it end? where will it end? Where will it end? where will it end?

I htink you'll be a lot happier without him!

no idon't think you were mean at all you did the right thing and should be proud of yourself, this Ben guy's gotta learn

I drive my car I drive it very far until i get to the shops that is where I stop I go to buy some food and maybe get some booze and later that night ill probably get into a fight then when i get home I'll feel all alone so I'll go to bed that's all that will be said