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Thornapple the Babyfat (Lyric) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
{1)Verse chords are Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat} He walked on top of centipedes With truth in heart, his right eye bleeds Though in a time of much turmoil He would preach the poem, and churn the soil My father was him this awkward man He died a liar, with pen in hand I speak the truth, these words shall grow Upon your minds, I watch this show Send me back to distant times I'm sick of doubt, and unheard chimes Let me hear the Jackals cry My thoughts would weep my spirit fly {Chorus has same chords as ver se Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat} As time crushes everything between its gears, yes time easily will brush aside all of your tender years {Bridge, tempo slowed and tweaked a bit. Chords are Cmaj, and Emin} What I lack the faith inside starts to unwind like a spool from the pool God's tool You think you're cool like a poodle walking upright You're so uptight, you're so uptight Your money is what keeps you so right {2)Verse chords are Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat} Feel it so quick like a light bulb On the top of my skull A comic book, a tainted look wide-spread, and all beneath The freeway sends us back and forth Like my lover and intercourse It's a sick twisted vine A dirty clothesline {2)Chorus has same chords as verse Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat} As time crushes everything between its gears, yes time easily will brush aside all of your tender years {Bridge, tempo slowed and tweaked a bit. Chords are Cmaj, and Emin} Lay underneath the siege took place beneath while you slept in the cot, in the cot ha!, that your parents bought back for you Christmas always turns you so damn blue, so damn blue {3)Chorus has same chords as verse Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat} As time crushes everything between its gears, yes time easily will brush aside all of your tender years {3)Verse chords are Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat, take off into freestyle} {Pull out your bigg muff pedal and push repeatedly} If Jimson weed is the thing you need grind it up, grind it up When your mother is half at her best Scribe her name, against your chest Ask the flower, for the power Steep the tea, sacred hour You've got your smoke and your chalked symbols saving you one wolf hair..eye of toad...bat wing headstone green Walking through the cemetary.... Over cast was the climate Uncolored was the day.. She is leaning on that mark of faith but she doesn't want to talk am i in the ground? invisible, invisible wash myself all for you.

Up the ladder: we wear the cries

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.6666665
Weighted score: 5.4873724
Overall Rank: 2808
Posted: August 18, 2002 4:08 AM PDT; Last modified: January 19, 2003 12:02 PM PST
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[7] <~> @ 24.44.185.41 | 18-Aug-02/6:07 AM | Reply
liked this one. more crisp than the others' writings. but, i guess that's what you were going for with this mask, sybil my dahlingk
[8] Venus @ 198.81.17.157 | 18-Aug-02/10:32 AM | Reply
8/10 I'd like to hear it with the music.
[5] Crakyamuni @ 140.211.112.106 | 19-Jan-03/2:18 PM | Reply
playing with jimson? Or have you seen the roots she lays in man? Possesive is an understatement.
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