02-03-2013, 05:16 PM | #1 |
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The Rose
Title: "One Last Newport"
By: The Rose The end of my rope is the end of the innocence These people killing me in inches like carcinogens An aqua-marine coffin and my inner-sense And a flame that burns out as loud as Sam Kinison's And I can't concentrate through this tubercular cough and So I can't think straight; I'll use circular logic Seems everyone these days claims they're workin' on projects But we're all out in the cold, time to circle tobaggans And I came this way before, yeah, the fact is I ran 'Cause I know this old road like the back of my hand And it's always been contentious like Iraq and Iran Explained away in the chorus lines of "Jack & Diane" But because the thrill is gone don't mean it didn't exist I know there's someone out there, life is givin' them fits And they're maybe even thinkin' about slittin' their wrists And if I tried to name them all, I'd never finish the list And that's just not something I'm ready for... I don't know anything any more, send that in semaphore... Stay strong, The Rose |
01-16-2018, 12:23 AM | #2 |
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''American Beauty'' posted 9-27-99 at 7:58 PM EST
by Mick Foley aka TheRose My piece of apple pie was obtained the day I capitalized And stopped looking on her as young meat with animal eyes Cannibalized, anticon wisdom practices cannibalism Their insincerity sticks out like anachronisms In period pieces, the most mysterious beast is The man who dedicates to raw emotion a serious thesis With myriad reasons, I stay natural like I'm whole grain The one to the other was like Bird to Coltrane An old stain washed away, a day wrapped in mysogeny Think of my progeny, wish them all to shine on argently In Camelot where Lancelot keeps his lawn green And married a prom queen, son I woke up from a long dream Call it American beauty, call it my piece of the rock And I love it like Chocolate City, like the sheep to the flock Like the cream to the top, like a Sunday on the gridiron With the BBQ spitfirin, my dreams confessed to William Styron I said I just need some companionship to manage shit As I stand in it, nobody on this earth likes abandonment I need my better tomorrow without heroic bloodshed Fuck raising the undead, some thing are better unsaid And unheard, too many cats dwell on the absurd Progress can't be obtained sifting through the buzzwords Or were those buzzards? To some of you we're only carrion I carry-on my emotional baggage like a tagalong You must look at me like I'm straight from the mothership But that other shit, that's my beauty, I discovered it That's my contribution, that's my betterment That's my future settlement, that's what I test my mettle with For the scent of gold, how many men would crush a gental soul? My only dream's a soulmate to keep my mental whole Far from flawless, Shakespearian sonnets that love regardless In the perfect world after all existance is the hardest What's the point in life if you're always perfect tenning? I'll be happy with my Annette Bening, select ending... Stay strong, Mick
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