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Pele's pulse (Lyric) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
I am facing down my creation
I guess itâs time I did anyway
Because, Iâm getting sick of total sedation,
besides I move quicker when Iâm awake
I only wanted just to be, from your mind.
Youâre searching for your dark skinned father
And looking through the jungles abroad
Now weâre both on this beach in Kauai
As the pig is bleeding in the brush
I only wanted just to be, from your mind.
Do you love?
When you go down?
Have you ever stopped to let your feet
touch the ground?
That night I saw you naked,
and covered with yellow rose petals
There were two strange men I had never met
there with you
And thatâs not even counting
the guy who took the picture
I guess that makes him lucky
lucky number three.
Iâm twenty-two years older now,
but in my mind Iâm still five
A little boy frozen in amber,
But Thanking god Iâm still alive
Cuz I still might get the chance to be inside your mind.
And Iâm sorry that I laid with Alani
But you told her that she wasn't half
So with a little black magic taboo
She became our golden calf,
and now I guess I'll never get to be, from your mind.
Do you love?
When you go down?
Have you ever stopped to let your feet
touch the ground?
That night I saw you naked,
and covered with yellow rose petals
There were two strange men I had never met
there with you
And thatâs not even counting
the guy who took the picture
I guess that makes him lucky
lucky number three.
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Posted: May 7, 2003 8:01 PM PDT; Last modified: May 7, 2003 8:01 PM PDT
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http://www.mp3.com/horus8
a place to go to dirty more nappies.
Also where you'll find an electric version of
the crutchling in your honor in a month
or two. I fully plan on ripping off
your entire collection of lyrics and devoting
an entire album to you entitled
"The unbreakable wind"
It's the least I can do really.
To show you how much I love you.
You fucking toucan.
here's something you might find interesting
not that you are mature enough to grasp anything above your waste, but perhaps you might gather a chuckle.
Check out this article -- Filmmaker May Sue Evans, Carter To Stay In
the
Picture. Here's the url: http://www.nyobserver.com/pages/frontpag