Goo

Goo

Silhouettes and shadows watch the revolution,
It's no game
Documentaries on refugees,
Couples 'gainst the target
You throw a rock against the road,
And it breaks into pieces
Draw the blinds on yesterday, and it's all so much scarier
Put a bullet in my brain, and it makes all the papers.

Shut up !
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# Posted on Sunday, 28 September 2008 at 4:56 AM

Edited on Sunday, 28 September 2008 at 5:14 AM

_There's been a slaughter here._If you want me to, I will be the one that is always good, and you'll love me too. But you'll never know_what I feel inside, that I'm really bad.

_There's been a slaughter here._If you want me to, I will be the one that is always good, and you'll love me too. But you'll never know_what I feel inside, that I'm really bad.
Once I had a little game.

I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes,
forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple.



This little game is fun to do.
J
ust close your eyes, no way to lose.
And I'm right there, I'm going too.
Release control, we're breaking through.


Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain.











And the rain falls gently on the town.


Things have turned out in such a weird way.

It's been a long time since the smoke has gone down, since the bottles have emptied. It's
been a long year
since the tears have fallen from the face of the statue. Lady Liberty has
waved her last goodbyes a yearful of ache ago, and ships have wandered
on reeves and sunk in the dark. Un naufrage avec survivants. Lunatics laughing madly
to the walls of the big white maze that we call mind. Face down, praise to the concrete ;
beat my head against the ground. Water, blood and piss in the gutter. Bars à putes et mégots
tachés de rouge vulgaire. The dull blonde with the pretty hips is calling for me ; I won't come,
I don't belong here no more. The drunken legs of mine are not going to climb the wooden stairs
anymore
. Sweet strychnine came through my pores, my veins explode. He always cums
when I stick the needle in his neck.
(We used to dance to remember, nowadays we dance to forget.)
The doors of perception will never get cleansed : we gonna dance in sands till the water
rises higher and higher and for we find ourselves floating in the sky. Now I drink and
dance and puke on Lady Liberty's tomb. The homeward bound is hard to find and filled with
shit and thorns, but nevermind. The forest clearing is lovely, peyote and weed everywhere.
Golden curls instead of the sun and blue eyes to get drunk from. But the
time has come to burn every cliché that goes and fucks my pride away. Give it to the pigeons.
The whitest of all doves has long-since got nailed to the cross. Pierce every part of your body,
and tattoo the rest. And then commit suicide. A hole in the head will not be able to
tell what could have been. Keep it like a secret. There was a night when you gave me all I
wanted to hold in my arms. At this moment I felt just like dancing in a ring of fire. We
threw off the challenge with a common shrug. I can still recall the time I cried when my magic
swirling ship crashed against that motherfucking dumbass wave
. I sank and drowned
far from your reach. Summer's now at our feet, forget past bitterness and watch flowers bloom.
Fuck every piece left of sanity and mental health for the blackout hides you when he leaves
and breaks you. One last time.

# Posted on Wednesday, 07 May 2008 at 3:41 PM

Edited on Wednesday, 07 May 2008 at 4:46 PM

__6 fans.In the backroom she was everybody's darling.

__6 fans.In the backroom she was everybody's darling.


Holly came from Miami F.L.A. / Hitchhiked her way across the U.S.A. / Plucked her eyebrows on the way / Shaved her leg and then he was a she
Then I guess she had to crash

Valium would have helped that dash.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo.







Knowing that we're stuck here
And there's something happening somewhere.
Tonight we'll get our kicks.
Tonight we're all letting go

'Cause we're all dead Ramones
Sore back, sore feet.

_________________We're not pretty and we're not rich.
________________We're gonna hafta fucking work for it.

Black jeans, black shirt. Black shoes. Pulling up new rogues all along the way.
____I'm just another face in this desperate youth parade.
And all the bunk beds, locked doors, hardwood, sweat, guts, skateboards,
cold war bomb shelter basement screams,
no sleep, good dreams.



Now I just wanna go back home and turn up my stereo
Until the rhythm melts my bones 'cause I'm a dead Ramone.
D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S.
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# Posted on Sunday, 16 March 2008 at 11:48 AM

Edited on Thursday, 20 March 2008 at 3:09 PM

les heures

les heures


"It would be nice to say you regretted it... it would be easy. But what does it mean?
What does it mean to regret... when you had no choice? It's what you can bear
."

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# Posted on Thursday, 13 March 2008 at 5:09 PM

Edited on Friday, 14 March 2008 at 8:20 AM

"You see, I try not to speak of that. I find it tends to poison the genial atmosphere at the dinner table."

"You see, I try not to speak of that. I find it tends to poison the genial atmosphere at the dinner table."
























deux mois_______________


__The lack of light, hollow sea, poison beaches,
__limousines, toothless dentists, cops that kill.
__My baby's got the lonesome lows, don't quite go away overnight;
__Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue ones. If the the dizzying highs don't subside
__overnight
, Dr. Blind, just prescribe the red ones.
__Hard to hold, cold to touch, fall to pieces, treat the rush,
__In hindsight, with prime time talk. All your pain will end here.
__Let the doctor soothe your brain.

____"Calm down.
______Take three of these.
________Shut up."


de survie


# Posted on Tuesday, 18 December 2007 at 5:30 PM

Edited on Sunday, 10 February 2008 at 10:30 AM