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03-09-2008, 09:54 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Diskobox
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: vancouver
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Something Obscure
I remember when I was just a little kid…
I would tiptoe down to the piano in the basement, In the very middle of the night…….... To write undeveloped, vestal songs, ‘bout abstract dreams and ideal places, To make memories hold up strong…...like deep, illusive faces….... ‘Till daylight crept through like a bird, ‘till my father would start to yell whole hell.…. I’d sit upon that piano bench, Watching the stars while the sky disappeared…. Like a dream….... Watching my feet swing back and forth while my songs…..disappeared…. Just like a dream
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Da Hiphopopotamus
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