Thought Industry Lyrics
Thought Industry Lyrics
"Jane Whitfield Is Dead Lyrics"
Old Crossroads Lyrics
OLD CROSSROADS Writer Bill Monroe Oh my brother take this warning Don't let ol Satan take your hand You'll be lost in sin forever You'll never reach the promised land The old crossroads now is waiting Which one are you going t
OLD CROSSROADS Writer Bill Monroe Oh my brother take this warning Don't let ol Satan take your hand You'll be lost in sin forever You'll never reach the promised land The old crossroads now is waiting Which one are you going t
[I) July 10th, 1993]
Jane's clenched legs writhe. Soot dress dance flannel
sheets. Inane lush that can't decide, but I'm snared
here. I wake flustered in her bedroom that I can't
escape. I weep here's something that can never change.
This marriage is make believe. Cook slop meal; and
sew t-shirt; and wash my plate; and make bunk bed. I
never asked these things, because Jane's now dead.
Jane's found dead, long dead. Left me to this lonely bed.
Hoard of locust mad.
[II) Septe
5 A.M. Lyrics
Chorus: QB It's be them real life ghetto shit Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks We got no time for these dicks (Push the hot whips) Burn trees, drink hennecy
mber 17th, 1995]Chorus: QB It's be them real life ghetto shit Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks We got no time for these dicks (Push the hot whips) Burn trees, drink hennecy
Jane floats down the aisle. Voluptuous cream
wedding dress. Family and friends tight smiles. Razor
near. "I do," and I promise on the bottle lover's grave.
She sighs, "our timeless loyalty is branded change."
This marriage is make believe. Mow front lawn; and
wash sports car; and cut slab wood; and pain garage;
but we're not a sexist pair. Because Jane's now dead.
Because Jane's been dead. Because Jane's found dead,
long dead. Stranded to this frigid
Track 43 (Untitled) Lyrics
BWOMP (remix) We're Piling It Too High Talk Not Saying Anything What We Leave Behind What We Can't Afford To Keep There's No Sympathetic Posturing There's No More True Humanity The Old Ways Aren't Working Anymore Let's S
bed. Pacific bottomBWOMP (remix) We're Piling It Too High Talk Not Saying Anything What We Leave Behind What We Can't Afford To Keep There's No Sympathetic Posturing There's No More True Humanity The Old Ways Aren't Working Anymore Let's S
sad.
I'll mourn her softly
[III) May 3rd, 2043]
A-frame by Winchester stream. Trimmed hedge
with daisies. Fields. Stained plank ceder fence. My
gramps' ponies. She'll shit a brick. I bet. Our house to
raise a family. She'll shit. I bet. We'll grow old
together. Snail slow and ancient gray. Racquetball on
tuesday morning. Playing eucker. Sipping tea; and
watch the sun die from our rocking chairs. We'll gum
sweet oatmeal holding dishpan hands. She'll shit a
Refuse to Be Denied Lyrics
Proud and free that’s american to me Symptomatically, and so basically It’s so definite , freedom is all of it No humanity without restraint Refuse to be denied refuse to compromise Your ideology always a lie It’s jigoistic or nationa
Proud and free that’s american to me Symptomatically, and so basically It’s so definite , freedom is all of it No humanity without restraint Refuse to be denied refuse to compromise Your ideology always a lie It’s jigoistic or nationa
brick. I bet. To watch our children married. She'll shit.
I bet. To see us when we're ninety, sleeping in on church
sunday. Playing our dated CD's that we bought in my
twenties.
[IV) January 25th, 2051]
This marriage is make believe. Now I'm crying on
her body as she passed away without me, and left me this
bitter old man; because Jane's now dead, because Jane's
been dead. Because Jane's found dead. My wife's now
dead. My wife's found dead. Jane's left dead.