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| Song, on the radio, right this very second... |
by Hellahulla |
2005-02-14 12:53:21 |
Aqualung
Jethro Tull
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Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
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My vote drive will restart now :)
Thanks to everyone who has already voted, it is appreciated, and We're thinking of something to do for you in reward, give me reasonable suggestions and We'll see what we can do.
Anyway: http://www.petrats.org.uk/vote1.html
He's Pai Mei, number 13
Thanks again
Take care
Eric |
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