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tää on nii hyvä biisiLauantai 01.09.2007 22:45

My heart stopped when I saw her, dancing through the restaurant window.
Right then it rained a little bit harder.
Look at her, sheÂ’s so beautiful, she used to be mine.
The way she looked in my eyes when my fingers walked up her thighs.
But in time, I threw it away like I do with everything I love.
IÂ’m settling for less disgruntled on regrets. IÂ’m Saddened to deep depths
No longer beneath this. IÂ’ll just walk away, canÂ’t let her see this.


She was a smoky blond whiskey-gulping vixen,
At the bar stool fixing fools, flirting, forgetting the hurting.
In a circle full of fellas cheering, everyone is yelling:
“You’re so fuckin` beautiful!”
Stroke one another hating how we feel unsuitable
This womenÂ’s luminous beauty was exposed as she chose
To show full nudity and leave suitably tipsy. She gets a taxi.
For luck she chucks her change in a bumÂ’s lap.


See this patch of small change will help the unnamed pass out in the rain.
He made barely enough to drink away the pain
That overwhelmed his body when it was absent from the substance
From constant consumption. What once was an abundance of wealth,
Dwindled away, to the liquor shelf, to get away.
Now the sidewalkÂ’s a pillow, and the alleyway a bed to lay.
As he went to get his fix he saw a sad kid next to the wishing well,
He opened his clenched fist and said: “Make A Wish.”


"I never had a wish come true, most days spent chasing too few pennies.
When thereÂ’s never been any payoff
I never get a day off just a kid on his own.
Both folks got laid off, I live in the park all alone.
Thinking bad luck sucks the spirit from the bone
Then some old bum come up and give me some change and be gone.
So I drop a couple quarters in the wishing well waters,
Then walk over to swap wisdom with the man who talks to pigeons."


“Hey kid - You remind me of my grandson when he was living.
So curious and full of life like all children.
But somethingÂ’s hidden, your heart plays a sad rhythm,
Just like him, before he let the hurt get him. ListenÂ…
LifeÂ’s like treading water with the weight of the world on your shoulder
But weÂ’re all born to fly just like these pigeons, when I throw a rock to the center."
He dropped to his knees, lost his breath, his heart stopped beatingÂ…
“Son - Call the Paramedics”


"When we got there, there was nothing could do – this was not rare.
I guess we all gotta go, should have stopped there.
And now I get to thinking how life makes beautiful music,
And death exhales stale breath."
Veils fail to hide these eyes glazed and glossed over.
In graves they tossed over in the glades the gods watched over.
Luck is made sunburnt in shade,
Boy becomes a man and old flames wane and fade.


WeÂ’re all lost souls trying to get home
and brush by accidentally before we move on
realize that your moment is a moment in time,
So donÂ’t deny that this time is your moment to shine.


People come, people go,
stop and sit see the show.
ItÂ’s the opposite of fair
But thatÂ’s just how it go.






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