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Dinosaurus Rex!!!
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You can hear the recording at: www.myspace.com/objectsobjects
Props to Mike (aka chickendude) for the harmonica throwdown. Ben Stivers 2/26/07 December, My Violet This road is dead, I'm afraid we'll have to find another way Around jagged peaks, the pointed staircases That shadow this whole town. I have weighed my pack, And I think we've just enough supplies To reach the churchyard, A shallow grave Where my body lies. So we knelt there, two shadows filtered by ash. These winter chimnys can make the soul cold. For a moment I almost saw your face, Flickering like the candles of past. We once held hands, And I think we've just remembered A frozen river, I carried you, alive To the bed where your eyes closed for the last time. Lock the hands of a painter, with the hands of a ghost, And the essence will scar every wall. It's a heavy wind tonight, It's a heavy wind all night. Last edited by A_Perfect_Sonnet : 02-26-2007 at 09:32 PM. |
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