To Live and Not To Breathe
Five arms snooping coyly
At the persiennes of the equipoise
Of the red dying night and vim of dawn
Rapping the emollient shuddering
So everything paces with synergy
And in these times I am most alive
Inside the cloys of avarice and pride
Growing more eyes and superfluous hands
And my tentacles would permit me
To wander far off, maybe too far
That I reach the enemy lines
Ticking the mines, fulminating the wiles
And the expulsion of solitude
Malingers with the billowing dusts
In the silence of the hiatus
I have been to different abodes
Of auspicious filth dangling the throat;
Families masticating endearment
And thawing faces of loathe,
Lovers quaffing the treacle poison
In the most perfidious shape of words,
Friends plucking out the petals
And shredding the virulent thorns
Of vying to fit in the swirls of the vertigo
Severing honesty from its feral veraciousness
Tangling webs into the shrilling fault of stars
The wanton susurrations inveigles
A carnal strip show in blood bath;
Everyone skewing in the rift
Of astray algebraic fractions
That defines the world's utopic vision
And the paroxysm of the paradox
Disposes oxymoronic metaphors
Of becoming most alive in a submission
I am most alive, musing upon the damp soil
Where the dead lingers casted in the tombs
Of lack of quintessence, the decadence
Is putrefying from inside their bones
Four legs crawled like a centipede
And the thighs wearily pummeled
The verve spiraling in the hex
Of the moon's ostentatious smiles
Beaming in all hidden places
As the odorless town shuffled
And unfettered howls staggered
From precipitating in the rubble
Of a marionette's muffled jeremiad
They resume their deep slumber
They are dead from the very core
And I am most alive, ensconced in solitude
In these times, where I skate my legs
Atrophied from the impassable conquest
Of finding the buried sand castles
In the pores of the dermal scales,
I find myself breathing in to rupture
The inert stance of the rib cage
Incarcerating the daunted veracity
Of a soul, a body, and the malady
Of the vessels abundance in poverty
Ignorance shall save me
As everyone pretends to be fated
And as everyone fated to pretend
Fitting in the heraldry of stars
Or the garden of plucked tulips
Speaking only of foreign tongues
The accordance of the guzzled fangs
Three eyes crossed the pathos,
Two stones hit the head
One dying breath
I woke soused in sweat
Bleeding mediocrity in red
The shallow breaths haunt in echoes
The entire endeavor to become human
Is an aubade without a paramour
A mechanical breathing without verve.
poem by Norman Santos
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Times I Write
Five A.M. snooped coyly
In my harried sleeplessness
Between the curtains of the equipoise
Of the red and dying eve
And the vim of early dawn
Rapping the emollient shuddering
Until everything synergized
Into a tepid pace,
And in this times
I am most alive
Growing more eyes
And superfluous hands
And my tentacles would permit me
To wander far-off,
Maybe to far-off
That I reached the enemy lines
Ticking the sleeping mines
And fulminating the wiles
Expulsing all of me
Into the bleak certitude
Of loneliness.
In the salient silence
Of the hiatus
I have been to several houses;
Of a family masticating
Each other's laments,
Of lovers quaffing
Their virulent endearments,
Of an ode's wardrobe
Naked in opalescent flesh
And there is but the ashen
Skin of loneliness,
And of friends sleeping
In the bed of complacence
Unknowing of
The wandering anxiousness.
I have been a fathom
Deeper than the cesspool
In my stygian eyes
That I had impertinently
Wished to dismember
The clock's petulant arms,
Though it in spite
Of the carnage
It would never sojourn
And settle with our pace;
Another corruption.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Jepoardy
My stride was taciturn
like the voice supressed
behind these clenched teeth
until I found your monument
gazing like an astute gargoyle
on a ponderous musing;
I washed my face with shame
and utter a cacophony
You stole my subterfuges
like how the night pilfers
the seething of my eenui;
I surrender everything
upon your austere relvance
most grandiloquently painted
on these perpetual gray mornings
But the road took slurs
and like a stammering promise
it was opressed by veracity;
the nefarious truth bludgeons us
to the end of our tethers
with its vise like vigor and filth
Now I wallow in this quagmire
trying to hide away from you,
trying to run away from me,
but I always trample to find you -
hands in akimbo, eyes down casted
upon my groveling pride and
my embarassed defenses
The taste of your soul is a poison -
a dungeon I carry amongst
the tangled convictions inside
this wearing skin and bones -
a babel of virulent destruction
that keeps me breathing and alive
in this sublime jeopardy
poem by Norman Santos
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I'm Alive (That Was The Day My Dead Pet Returned To Save My Life)
I was just kicking down the street
And the sun was in my eyes
So I couldn't see the truck
That was sixty times my size
And just seconds off from splattering me
Let me tell you
I was so scared I couldn't move
Like my boots were full of glue
Then I felt a little tug
And I thought of good Old Blue
And he pulled me from that catastrophe
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
I'm alive
I was spitting in the canyon
Near the cliff up on the mountain
When an unexpected sneeze
Hung me in the breeze
At forty five degrees in the sky
Suddenly I felt something
Had me by the belt
And in between my praying
Swore I heard a stallion neighing
Was the ghost of my horse
And I cried, yes I cried
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
Hey, I'm alive
Things were getting gory
Got caught on territory
Belonging to the Crutches
In an alley in their clutches
Looking kind of dismal that night
Well the leader's name was Fats
Swinging broken baseball bats
Things got really frantic
Starting jumping in their panic
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive, I'm alive, real alive
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
To save my life
Hallucinating billions of rats
Lots of rats
I'm alive, I'm alive
He's alive, he's alive, he's alive
I'm alive, yeah
He's alive, he's alive
I'm alive, real alive
Alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
I'm alive
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Buried Alive
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
I hate my life
The miracle is coming its just a hole
Nothings wrong with you, just maintain control
Everyones asking questions, your place is safe
Ill forfeit resurrection to escape the pain
I hate my life
I hate my life
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
The storm of thorns is growing
There is no end in sight
Chaos claws my jaw
Thank Metal riot
Im in the mouth of madness with this tongue of poetry
I ate the spine of atlas, now the world is crushing me
I hate my life
I hate my life
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
Buried behind enemy lines
Surrogate child for the sins of all mankind
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
For the sins of all mankind
song performed by by Otep
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Dead Or Alive
There in the shadows, looks like a hand
Without its owner, to give it a command
Its got a purpose but I dont know what it is
Im in trouble
There in the streets, looks like a man
But something wrong that I dont understand
His eyes are open but he dont see a thing
His skin is peeling off, his bones are sticking out
Im getting scared
Oh my God (is it dead? )
Is it living? (is it dead? )
Is it dead or alive?
(is it dead? ), is it dead? (is it dead? )
Is it dead? (is it dead? )
Is it dead or alive?
Hiding in the cupboards, like little mice
Hiding in the frigerator, that isnt nice
Its not an animal, it dont have legs
No one else can see it
It moves so fast, corner of my eye
Look again its gone, its hiding
Wont somebody help me, doesnt anybody care?
It waits so patiently, for me to lose my guard
Im getting scared
Is it dead, is it
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead or alive
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead, is it
I remember there was a time
When dead and buried meant just that
Underneath the cold dark ground
Things stay put!
Oh them bones they make them bodies walk
Them bones, them bones
If they could only talk!
Is it dead (fade)
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Unrivaled Transcience
Tell me about the power of Babylonian Gods
The symmetry and geometry of their scintillations
The silver blood dripping on their immortal wrists
Do we dream of the pain evoking the pleasure of life?
In this dog eat dog, the crunch is that: we are bones
Sworn to become dusts when we are outdated by
The easy shifting of the moon's wanton penumbra
But you will remember me, I will never die before eyes
A pantheon of virile and avid serpents uprooted
The ephemeral pegs of their virulent fangs
And the bleeding came like a guest of honor
We knew it would come, so we closed our eyes
Tell me about the lore of the tress, the lure of the sands
Croon the words in my impassable nights and never tire
Like an aubade, like a lullaby, reel me deluded into life
Make stay, or astray, in the fringes of your shadows
Tell me of the ineffable boiling of the sternum
As it plunges into the void and ethereal fathoms
And let me tell my vicarious deceleration of sense
And the decadence that perched on my firmament
I will not open my eyes, I will hold my adamant gates
And we will hide in the improbable notches of day
Rolling like hushed thunders, coming with flashes of light
And disappearing swiftly as our pawned breaths
Tell me and I will close my eyes, even if I go blind
Even if we would have to die for this lie, just tell me
And haplessly hammer it into my shattered soul
Until I believe that we can contend with incandescence.
poem by Norman Santos
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Those Classical Ones
these are the bitter pills
of our sad existence
what sadness plus bitterness
what existence is this
but these classical ones the moment
they are played
at those times through the radio sets
of our neighbors
as though the world stops revolving
and flowers from the skies
all petals fall
our bodies buried beneath them
not dead but
resurrected
our hands reach the stars
and we become so alive
like new sprouted beans
offered by all the cracks of
the dying earth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Superfluity of Her Petals
In the dark of the pitch black velvet
Of the town's fluttering skies, she;
A rose, with quaint petals of solitary
Cries and somber interpolations
Scars the escritoire that could never
Bleed for her marred verve and demise
Saliently in silence she stirred the ripples
Of quietude and eviscerated the scorches
Perched upon her poreless skin
In the heraldry of emollient light orbs
Dangling in asunder lampposts parceling
The slumbering hostile doors and windows
Creating latticing shadows to eagerly dispose
The svelte prism of pristine strangeness
Austerely ensconced in this odorless town
Where motes plummet down eagerly
Whetting the lackluster sheen of her
Mystical redolence of truancy
Like an arachnid she spun her home,
Her grave, her trap, inside her bones
Like an arachnid she swings rooftops
With a silver thread in the semblance
Of a lynch and of an eloquent lace
To bind the mistral spell in the haze;
Her laces creates a psychedelic marquetry
That only few people can grasp and see
Those who danced with the shadows,
Those who pounced with the fall,
Those who quaffed the tea and spew
The pseudo-saccharine innuendo,
Those who plucked the thorns
Crawling the ladders of your hue,
Are here with me for you.
poem by Norman Santos
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So Long Suicide
Now goodbye baby its time to break
Habits that youve faced
Sweet sorrow while the cherished dead
Oh in my mouth, every breath I take
Although I need you I dont want to bleed for you
So long suicide
Gone right outta sight outta mind
Leave me alone and abandoned
Hello, Im alive
Im lone and alive and I know
In my bones I know what Im good for
Hello Im alive
Im lone and alive
Yes I know, in my bones
I know what Im doing
I stole the beauty and taste the hurt
Theres always time for pretty flowers
Growing in the dirt
But time is your needle into my heart
And I must be hollow
Cause I cant follow there
(chorus)
Hello, Im alive
Im lone and alive and alone
In my bones I know what Im good for
Hello Im alive
Im lone and alive
Yes I know, in my bones
I know what Im doing
Im scared of being all unknowing
But I swear to live like anyone
And you know its hard to make it
But a light goes on.
And after all the crash and swell
We are just human
And after all is said and done
Were only human
Youre out of sight and out of mind
Im saying so long suicide
The half dream shape of yesterday
In bloom tomorrow
song performed by by Duran Duran
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He and She
At this night where the year leaps and delves
A superfluous hurdle it was for He and She
As they lay in the bed of grass endlessly
Brushed by different weathers,
Of different shades, even different skies
Weaving a supple ball of yarn
From photographs and tumbled words
Embedded among the lurid constellation of stars
He, a penetrable glass resonating
The howling shrills of the wrinkling
Of the looming pillars when they trample,
Soused his head in a delusion-soiree
Ashen as the moon's tawny smears
Hidden in its harlequin beam
Similar to the one he enamels
The sooty façade of his fathoms
He, had wandered haplessly astray
In a highway succumb by oblivion
A lost patio underneath a gnarled quay
Escaping through inebriated sunsets
And redeeming life stashed in a cigarette;
Built homes in the earth's bone
Hidden in the succulent flesh
Of grins and grimace
A sagacious espionage descrying
The faults that molted
A metamorphosed wry in the crust
Coalescing the rhythm of the dusts;
He, a foggy crystal goblet
An abstraction of sincerity
Laced into a fastidious life
And lynched into the wobbling past
Sat a lifetime in an adjudicated demise
She, a sprightly lass circumnavigating
The dull orb and assimilating
A sheen into the lackluster clinging
Like blood into lips, gossamer and dead,
It is a matter of perspective, her orbs said
And she spewed art and literature
With her palette, with her pen,
In the very skin of the thinning ice
And from the frosted dirge and tombs
The wraith of hope arise
She, a coral reef beneath a sea
A picture in slurring ambiguity
She lies in the frangible steadfast
Of the ocean floor, giving life for life
A vivid breath of violent verve
Fluttering with the garden in her skirt
A statuesque motion of frivolity
That shudders minimally
Of unspoken malaises and exequis
Incarcerating the lilt of iridescence
In the poignancy of her boudoir;
A wheelbarrow of surreal gaiety
Ambling stanchly upon the rocky
And winding road
He and She,
That febrile night of ice,
Pulled strings amongst the hollow
Shrills of stars and disposed, momentarily,
The melody they zither in naked soliloquy
Where the shadows are deafened
By the garish rays of an spectator:
A vying paramour, a burning ardor
And pummeled the clouds to find
A blackhole to reside
He and She,
Lay there beating endlessly
The currents creating the distance
And forgetting how the expanse
Had ignited the flame
That now prances even brighter
For fear is the heart of love
He and She,
Muses upon different horizons
But sees the same taut liaison
Overshadowed by the clouds
That wanders to delude
The impassable enthralls of the moon
Squandering it to the faceless vale
Devouring evanescent tales
But He and She
Shall pour more seas
As they lay on their own hills
Parceled by a parsimony
Until an ocean compensates
Their gravid buoyancy
Closer than the thighs could get
Deeper than the sun's reach
Through and through
He and She
poem by Norman Santos
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Make Me Feel Alive
Blood drips,
It rips me apart,
Watch my tears drop,
POP goes the noise,
The thin line between me and you is real,
Where I lay,
Where I must stay,
Away I go with you,
Sway my way,
Make me feel alive today,
Just one more day with you,
You Make feel so alive,
I feel as if I am complete with you,
You are the one for me,
Strange lines we crossed,
You crossed the path of lines you shouldn't have crossed,
STOP me from hurting again,
You are the reason why I feel the way I feel.
Make me feel alive,
Not dead,
Just alive,
Thats the way you make me feel,
To know that you're mine to keep,
To know that I am yours,
Puts a smile on my face,
You make me feel alive,
To know that I am alive just for you,
I love you from the bottom of my heart.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Saudade Banquet
A plethora of unconscious states dwindle
And sifts through the intricately entangled
Living, whilst recounting the direst in every breath
Fumbling downhill the insurmountable breadth
Of superfluous strides towards a slumbering aubade
Without a paramour, a beau without the valor
To brawl and bicker with the profane matrimony
To the innuendos of the picador's grand party—
The clout of spears girdled to every slip of malady
Augmented for every bat of the lash, regardless of
Vying, struggling, living on the surface or not,
We all are rather desiccating beneath our colors
Dead as cold fountains trying to spew glacial films
Of flimsy incorporeal yearnings, searing aloft
Reaching the singeing grazes of the Quasar King
Building a vertex to oust the quintessence,
To kiss the ring and slob the strangling,
Dispensing the stashed castles into the quicksand
And fulminating the feral feint cloyed inside
The orbs and corpuscles pumping not too subtly
As the myriad of action crawls in every word
To personify the form of a double-edged sword
That this nostalgic flagellating wisps beckon.
poem by Norman Santos
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Times of the Parliament
In times of viral idiosyncrasy bloating
The plumes and dowry groveling to puncture
The birth of impassable interpolations
Esoteric from the cinders of my vision,
Their croons hum a lilt in a lazy melody
A euphonious resonating in the chambers
Eloquently caroming in complacent synergy
As I reckon the lucidity of the sun's sapid
Streaks in the somnolent floor to harry
The destitution that visited their truancy
Hallow is the gloriole of the exonerated malady
In times where the parliament go astray
In the inert moseying in apache stance
Goblets circling like emancipated doves
And we watched it with the constant sways
Of the pendulums hoarse flight of eddies
Overwhelming the velocity, the blithe cacophony
That coiled into downtrodden harmony
In times where the parliament swing differently
The innuendos aggravate the salient disparity
And the carnage bled a lifeless liquid
As the carrion putrefy the evasive verve
With tacit words in sighs and puffs
Of smoke and vim and smoke and demise
Malingering with the silent rustles of the leaves
Sprouting from the hospitable seeds
In times, of black and gold pirouetting
In a vertigo where I cannot condense
And morph in unison of pristine filth,
I create a parliament of dagger stares
And exhaling sounds of scrutinizing agony
And kick myself out the swiveling door
As the parliament perched unknowingly.
poem by Norman Santos
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Alive In The World
I want to live in the world, not inside my head
I want to live in the world, I want to stand and be counted
With the hopeful and the willing
With the open and the strong
With the voices in the darkness
Fashioning daylight out of song
And the millions of lovers
Alive in the world
I want to live in the world, not behind some wall
I want to live in the world, where I will hear if another voice should call
To the prisoner inside me
To the captive of my doubt
Who among his fantasies harbors the dream of breaking out
And taking his chances
Alive in the world
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
With its beauty and its cruelty
With its heartbreak and its joy
With it constantly giving birth to life and to forces that destroy
And the infinite power of change
Alive in the world
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The Greatest
[Intro]
(The the, the the, the the, the the)
Don't throw no roses on my grave, boo
That's not a soldier, it's more like an angel
You got no where to run, no one to pray to
Jesus and Moses ain't comin' to save you
(The greatest, the the the greatest)
I flow like a butterfly, I sting like a hornet
They won't let me have it
Not even if no one else want it
And if I try to take it
They wanna break me down and strip me naked
They write a brand new rule and break it
They lie, they cheat, they steal, they fake it
But I'mma make it, Lord I can take it
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
I can't sweat it, know I got to get it
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
Without no doubt, my name will survive
(The greatest the the greatest man alive)
(The greatest man)
(The greatest, the the)
I'mma make it, Lord I can take it
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama
I'm the (The gratest man alive)
I can't sweat it, I know I got to get it
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
Without no doubt, my name will survive
(The, the greatest man alive)
(The greatest, the the greatest man)
(The the, the greatest man alive)
(The, the the greatest, the the the greatest man)
(The greatest man alive)
I'mma make it, know that I can take it
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
I can't sweat it, I know I gotta get it
I'm the (The greatest man alive)
Without no doubt my name will survive
(The greatest man, the greatest man alive)
It only gets harder
It always seems so far away
The sky's getting darker
Another storm is on the way
(The the greatest, the the the greatest,the the)
Another storm is on the way
(The the the the greatest, the the greatest)
(The greatest man alive)
song performed by by Everlast
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As I
As I battle out the austere torsions of the horizon
Plying to shove the gossamer sun to set
Into the insolent demise resting on his nest;
As I dispense the divergence of the liaison
Raveling a prostrate retroactive protraction
Musing on the gloaming before it dawns;
As I subtly winnow the skirts of this curtain
A prolix camouflage to interminable impasse
Shifting fractions and equations to resume this vying;
As I exonerate the black birds perched on the fringes
And obliterate the spiteful thaw of waxen houses
Tumbling a speck to the dead of the sapid vesper;
As the body touch the soul, like a hand in glove
Quelling the warmth and seething the frost
Bereaving the vehement possibility of consummation;
As I haggle in the narrow punctures of this gnarl
Breathing underwater for a halcyon squandering
Becoming the streaks of the abundant malingering;
As I muse upon a truant aubade of distant stars
Fluttering innocuously with the scythe's of time
Bickering the scorching venom of the virulent blood;
I am becoming the beckons of untracked oblivion
That your misty vision could not touch, not seize,
The very interpolating creaks of the voids and pits;
I am flinging everything all over in a lost warfare
For a manic, a marionette tangled on its own string
Attached to vulnerable pegs of gravitated swings.
poem by Norman Santos
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Unbounded Solitude
Scorch your gnashing teeth on revelries,
By the whim of dead air
You were never there.
Gorge upon the ecstasy of amities,
By the first sign of erring
You were never there.
Smother it; you are alone profoundly
Amongst a crowd, amidst the city
You were never there.
Walk with legs superfluous and hungry
By the feral tides on the shore
Your foot prints were never there.
Succumb a pristine repose
One that is easy to loathe
For you were never there.
Cleave in a futile endeavor
Grow in fear, in solitude
Become human.
poem by Norman Santos
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That's When You Know
for everyone
the story goes
there's a special someone
to make them whole
someone to give their heart completely
and you may search
high and low
and when you find your angel
and when you know
then you finally get that feeling
it'll be as clear as the air you're breathing
that's when the world feels small beneath your feet
its when the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and there's nothing that you can rise above
that's when you know that you're in love
who can tell the time and place
when you see your soul reflected in their face
it'll be a spell you're under
and it'll hit you just like thunder
that's when the world feels small beneath your feet
it's when the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and when you hold them in your arms and cant let go
that's when you know
for all of my life
I have been searching
for something I couldn't find
but now that I know that you are the one
I understand
I read the signs
cos now the world feels small beneath my feet
and all the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and there's nothing that you can rise above
that's when you know that your in love
song performed by by Gareth Gates from What My Heart Wants To Say
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Dial 8
On a sea of nails in self doubt
I push this feeling further into this sound.
In all this failing i could never hide
The truth of pain that left me broken on the inside.
We are the future, We are the lie
Trapped in holy innocence we only wish to thrive
We are the nightmare buried deep in your mind
We are the travesty sweetened with your pain.
Alive, Alive, but Barely Alive.
Alive, Alive, but Barely Alive.
Shepherds spreading death
Dragged outside shot in the head.
Holy maimed again.
Dragged outside shot in the head.
A million faces in a bloody shroud
I hear their voices calling me to put you down.
Covered in blood, drowning in my hate
I covered my eyes, I covered your eyes
I covered my eyes.
We are the cancer eating at your mind.
We are the ministries for all of your crimes.
Shepherds spreading deaht.
Dragged outside shot in the head
Holy maimed again.
Dragged outside shot in the head
Dragged outside shot in the head
Holy maimed, holy maimed again.
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wanted Dead Or Alive
Its all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems were wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
Id drive all night just to get back home
Chorus:
Im a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
Im wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes its not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when youre all alone all you do is think
Chorus
I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still Im standing tall
Ive seen a million faces an Ive rocked them all
Im a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
Im wanted dead or alive
Im a cowboy, I got the night on my side
Im wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
song performed by by Bon Jovi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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