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| | Me and Friends |  |  | Thursday, August 28, 2008 (10:46 AM) (I'm feeling crazy) |  | Me and Friends
Me and, friends went drinking the other day.
Guy came, over had something to say.
He kept teasing me about my size.
He wasn't ready for this surprise.
I stood, up and I swung hard.
Tables flipped over and scattered cards.
That fellow didn't stand very long.
He was down before the end of this song.
Cause I, may have a slur in my talk.
And have, a sway in the way I walk.
Ya I'm a short Irish with spunk.
Thanks to my size I hardly ever dunk.
So me, and friends go back to drinking.
Maybe, those bruises will help his thinking.
Well it’s just a little bit past ten.
Me and, friends still on a drinking binge.
Door flings open that guy is back.
He brought friends the place is pack.
Looks like, their ready for a thrash.
Time for me and friends to take out the trash.
If you come here tonight,
You better be prepared for a fight.
Cause we, don't like your attitude.
Not even, your momma's gonna recognize you.
We don't care how big you are.
You size won't get you very far.
Cause you, can't move your feet like this.
Brother, you better hope you don't miss.
Our Irish passion is burning inside.
The four leaf clover is on our side.
We're the, ones with all of the luck.
These fists, are flying you better duck.
Me and friends jump into the fight.
There are a lot of guys it's getting tight.
Cause we broke some bottles and broke some legs.
You better not break any of those kegs.
Me and friends plan to go back to drinking.
When we've finish all our ass kicking.
Cause this fights a long was from over.
We won't, quiet until we're all sober.
So if you come here to night.
You better be prepared for a fight.
Cause we're, Irish and still drinking.
Best kept to yourselves all your thinking.
Me and friends will take a stand.
We'll fight you all with a beer in hand.
Cause we don't care about your numbers.
Long as we keep drinking we grow numer.
So even if there's only one of use against two of you.
Seeing double gives use four hands, that ought to do.
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| | Still Beating Heart |  |  | Thursday, August 28, 2008 (10:38 AM) (I'm feeling calm) |  | Still Beating Heart
For this girl you find love so genuine.
That loves her body, and heart so divine.
All people do wish for a happy end.
Her character is but one of a kind.
With eyes that flutter like the wings of birds.
Strong pounds of love beats inside your warm breast.
Voice of angels that is so clearly heard.
But now you find a knife is in your chest.
Your memories of love now do so haunt.
As you walk to the end of ocean docks.
The devil brings thoughts to mind that do taunt.
The siren once loved has thrown you on rocks.
Though you do not know where your path will lay.
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| | Concenquence |  |  | Tuesday, August 26, 2008 (8:32 AM) (I'm feeling contemplative) |  | Concenquence
Sitting on your front porch now.
Trying to make your way around.
This old life that's got you down.
Take your trip on into town,
And get some alcehol.
To settle your nerves is all.
Can't wait for this party to start.
Girls being naughty gonna break your heart.
You can fall in love if you get that far.
Even if you did well its not very smart.
Little girl.
That damn near went and fliped your world.
You fell in love with the pixie's breast.
Ripped your heart right out your chest.
She clouds your decisions don't know what is best.
She left you alone there what a mess.
In the store without a care.
Don't know who your friends are, don't know where.
You're drunk and stoned outta your mind.
What a stupid dumbass your gonna do time.
Cops are running.
They chase you they're on your tail.
Don't you have money to make bail.
In the prison where you do time.
Lock and caged inside your mind.
Behind the bars protects from.
The crazy guards want to beat you numb.
In this prison you won't last.
Best by some cigarrets to save your ass.
For hours, they could here your screams.
In the showers, where you had to eat the cream.
Parol has come and your set free.
But nightmares chase you up that tree.
Rope in your hands and the meth in your vains.
If you died now it would be all a shame.
Who would remember the man insane.
As he fell well who's to blame.
Broken heart and broken dreams.
As the man falls out of the tree.
Concenquence, it's all a chain.
Of actions, we arrange.
Pushing us, into the depths of.
Deseption, best watch your step.
Can't see, with out peception.
Guiding you, in the right direction.
To find the cure for your blues.
It was the booze.
He took to the schools.
The girl, made his world.
Taken from him.
Now he swears, he's in.
A whirilpool. Swirlis. Of fools.
Now he goes, through the day.
His soul, is his pay.
Out of hell.
And he does yell.
For the one. That loves him so.
Now he goes, on his way.
Jumps out that, tree today.
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