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The fires of Spring Bring forth their wondrous life Returning Spring the fire admiring The spinning suns traverse the endless night Each raging sun in time expiring Galactic swirl proceeding on your way Fantastic swirl beyond decoding The spinning sun brings back another day Rampaging suns in time exploding
No one can say they've made the most of life No one can tell what comes with dying The fires of Spring remain the toast of life Each one, in time, a crucifying Each one a time for crucifying
-- Mose Allison, "The Fires of Spring"
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From: Vanity, OR | Registered: Dec 2008
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You don't like crazy music, you don't like rockin bands You just want to go to a movie show, and sit there holdin hands You're so Square, baby I don't care
From: Fort McMurray | Registered: Nov 2004
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Spinning around like a Catherine Wheel Put your head inside where I make my meal Ready or not for a love affair With an old coke stove and a wheelchair
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Everybody's asking why he couldn't adjust Adjust to what? A dream that went bust?
They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That's what they did.
They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is They put ideas in his head that he thought were his.
They took a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That's what they did.
He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand.
He was a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That's what they did.
They said, "Listen boy, you're just a pup" They sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up.
They gave him dope to smoke, drinks and pills A jeep to drive, blood to spill.
They said "Congratulation, you got what it takes" They sent him back into the rat race without any brakes.
They took a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That's what they did.
He bought the American dream but it put him in debt Only game he could play was Russian roulette.
He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread He ate Burger King, he was well fed.
He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole He stole a Rolls Royce and drove in a swimming pool.
They took a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That's what they did.
He could've sold insurance, owned a restaurant or bar He could've been an accountant or a tennis star.
He was wearing boxing gloves, took a dive one day Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay.
His mama walks the floor, his daddy weeps and moans They gotta sleep together in a home they don't own.
They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That's what they did.
Everybody's asking why he didn't adjust All he ever wanted was somebody to trust.
They took his head and turned it inside out He never did know what it was all about.
He had a steady job, he joined the choir He never did plan to walk the high wire.
They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That's what they did.
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I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me Papa paparazzi Baby there's no other superstar you know that I'll be Your papa paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind But I won't stop until that boy is mine Baby you'll be famous chase you down until you love me Papa paparazzi
From: Ninja Land | Registered: Nov 2004
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Glasses full of broken dreams Lighting candles in the night Empty places where you tried to hide As they stole your innocence Maybe you did learn to fly The circle wasn't full But it did spin...
...so high
Jesus Christ, this life can break your wings but fear of flyin' is not the consequence of one too many drinks
Trent Miller and the Skeleton Jive - "Fear of Flyin'"
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