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Scarecrow

Member since 2002 · Posted 15 Jul 2003 · Edited 15 Jul 2003 · 7 comments

<Verse I> There's a murder of crows off to heaven A coal black swirl to the sky I couldn't help but see you there Cussing out god without a care Does he know you now, like I tried? {Chorus} So cry me a river, my baby Make it long, deep & wide 'till off blue Because, this is going to be the last time You steal my verse, and kill its rhyme The way you love me, takes some getting use too. [Bridge] As the closer I get becomes too far I lower my guard, you raise the bar The more you're filled, is the more I'm removed. {Repeat the chorus from above once} <Verse II> There's no room for me, in your heaven Just a long hallway with "wet floor" sign The mood is low, the rent's too high Why call it death if no one dies? Aint it funny, how a man will walk that line. {Chorus once} [Bridge once] {Chorus again & fade}

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[10] scitz 15-Jul-03/4:07 PM Reply
This is a waayy cool opening but its title lets itself down only due to our sperm perm sock shoving crotch fake timberlake. But its late here midnight, midweek and my brain juices are flaking but i have to say H8 this is the best I have read of yours, I have no MP3

fuck ! 10

And any cu** blue voting this below 5 i'm about to unbutton my zip so get ready to munch on my blower constrictor.
[n/a] horus8 › scitz 15-Jul-03/4:52 PM Reply
It's by far my best song to date, very old Johnny Cash in the likes of walking the line and ring of fire, I'll make the mp3 soon, but mark my words, this will be my first hit as stands. I catered it specificaly to industry standards of shit title, placebo verse, and pop crotch chorus. It can't fail.

On a brighter note, at least I'm out of by far the nasty jail I've ever seen.

On one of the walls some grafiti read (in spanish)

"Justice can be purchased at the front desk for 200.00$"

Indeed.

I'm sure you could imagine my cackle it took my eyes 15 minutes to adjust to the pitch black to even begin to make out the various scrawlings on the wall, and the even carried out the town drunk to allow me a moment of perfect blessful solitude before taking a piss in the tray that appears to be what breakfast comes in upon. Cement floor, no lights, no running water, and a very fast rat I nicknamed Stephanie.
[10] scitz 15-Jul-03/4:20 PM Reply
Lose the title how about:

Killing crows.


also last line possibility:
This rivers gone dirty when you turned it to wine,
At least you cant hurt me, if your no longer mine,#
She cried me a river of crocodile tears,
And I drown in the torrent of yesteryears.
[n/a] horus8 › scitz 15-Jul-03/6:28 PM Reply
There.
[10] SupremeDreamer 15-Jul-03/8:03 PM Reply
are you going to make an mp3 out of this? id love to hear it. 10
[n/a] horus8 › SupremeDreamer 16-Jul-03/1:42 AM Reply
Yes, thanks, you will.
[9] <~> 15-Jul-03/9:11 PM Reply
first verse--fuck.

rest, v.g.: 9, for the future.