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| | Deja-Vu Ain't What It Used To Be | | | Tuesday, January 20, 2009 (6:07 AM)
(I'm feeling blank) | | Deja-Vu Ain't What It Used To Be
Have you heard the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella,
Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?
She said;
"Of all the palms I've read - yours is by far the worst.
I'm duty-bound to tell you,
you've been well-and-truly cursed."
Ill-fated was my selfless quest.
Blind-faith a grave mistake.
I'd strived to do my very best,
to serve a dream quite fake.
Just one more hapless sacrifice,
spilt tears in full-flood.
Ingenuous I've paid their price.
Not all vampires suck blood!
To tread an unshared path alone,
was my lot from the start.
So seldom fleeting solace known,
by this rent, careworn heart.
Watch the stand-up tragedy;
famous for fifteen minutes.
I glimpsed my future and decree,
saw dearth of purpose in it.
I Gazed into a crystal-ball
and watched its surface crack.
When I cut the Tarot deck
Death lay there grinning back.
I've been here many times before
again the joke's on me.
I know the score
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| | Fainting by numbers | | | Saturday, November 22, 2008 (6:10 AM)
(I'm feeling fucked up) | | Fainting By Numbers
Number One - the only number I can really trust,
Dual faceted - these people that I talk to when I must.
In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in the sun,
Four horses at the starting gate - their riders waiting on my gun.
Misused just like the pentagram - distrusted as the Pentagon,
Six sided is this box I've made - you'll dance on it when I am gone.
Seven times I've wondered whether Heaven's truly waiting there,
I smoke another eight ball to convince myself I couldn't care.
The bulb's blown in the neon nine that once shone from my cloud,
Down the street at Number Ten they're talking long and loud.
Life's a game of two halves - I'm not on the team of winners,
Each time I set the table - seems that Judas comes to dinner.
Thirteen black cats cross my path - ignoring all the others,
There is no bride waiting for me - I'm not one of seven brothers.
Fate serves an ace (fifteen-love) - I'm set to take a bruising,
'cause at sixteen I graduated from the school of losing.
Count me out,
Why don't you count me out?
Go find another easy number.
First catch me in your internet - unload me down your modem,
Then brand me with a barcode, 'cause the fax of life you know them.
Count me out!
Oh what fun at twenty one - you stole the key to my front door,
You don't need me - you won't feed me (I'm not even sixty-four).
Fifty two - how it suits you to fool me with your magic tricks,
What's this birthmark on my head? - Bet it's the number six, six, six.
Count me out,
Said you can count me out,
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