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Loy · 12-25-2004, 04:33 PM

.bp.-but you wouldn't have even heard of the Spits if I hadn't pointed them out to you. So in fact, YOU are copying ME! :P

listening to "Wake Up!" by Les Savy Fav

"This house is and ancient tomb
Be warned, be warned, be warned.
Born in 1974
With the blood stains on the door.

This house is a monument
You see, you see, you see.
Erect in 1983
In memory of what you’ve done to me.

This house is a freight train
And it’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine.
Back in 1989
They found my body on the Morris–Essex line.

A cord, accord,
A car, a call
The hospital said it would gladly repay it all.
I’m born, I’m bored,
I’m not at all.
This body Needs an overhaul.

The blast from the cannon
Was more than they could take.
Ever since that summer
They’ve been something of a flake.
We pray for them at dinner,
We pray for them at dawn,
We pray that when they grow up
That they’ll be dead and gone
We pray that they will pass us by
But they keep coming on.

A cord, accord,
A car, a call
The hospital said it would gladly repay it all.
I’m born, I’m bored,
I’m not at all.
This body Needs an overhaul.

Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up I’m coming over.

Watch the way the milk has curdled in the cradle.
There’s a rattle underneath the kitchen table.
Were ignoring it as best as we are able.
But the air in there is static and unstable.
Theres a rapping at the door."

12-25-2004, 04:33 PM	#2608
Loy Join Date: May 2004 Location: Seattle Posts: 408	.bp.-but you wouldn't have even heard of the Spits if I hadn't pointed them out to you. So in fact, YOU are copying ME! :P listening to "Wake Up!" by Les Savy Fav "This house is and ancient tomb Be warned, be warned, be warned. Born in 1974 With the blood stains on the door. This house is a monument You see, you see, you see. Erect in 1983 In memory of what you’ve done to me. This house is a freight train And it’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine. Back in 1989 They found my body on the Morris–Essex line. A cord, accord, A car, a call The hospital said it would gladly repay it all. I’m born, I’m bored, I’m not at all. This body Needs an overhaul. The blast from the cannon Was more than they could take. Ever since that summer They’ve been something of a flake. We pray for them at dinner, We pray for them at dawn, We pray that when they grow up That they’ll be dead and gone We pray that they will pass us by But they keep coming on. A cord, accord, A car, a call The hospital said it would gladly repay it all. I’m born, I’m bored, I’m not at all. This body Needs an overhaul. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up I’m coming over. Watch the way the milk has curdled in the cradle. There’s a rattle underneath the kitchen table. Were ignoring it as best as we are able. But the air in there is static and unstable. Theres a rapping at the door." __________________ I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.