October 30, 2003
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from the vault…and yes, I’m nearly done with my wallowing.
the piece of shit the earth revolves around
a nugget of gold getting kicked through the dirt
melancholy grips me like a gun
my bullets, words
my snobbery
my vanity
shake it, shake it, shake it
shake it like you mean it
belt out that bridge
and make it all that’s real
we’ve got a buttload of history
will you give me a shiny present?
I’ll never ask for more
than everything
did passion go out of fashion?
can you make love out of the rain?
I walk all the night in my own dusky head
and dance through the day just the same
Comments (13)
Wallowing is totally acceptable in some countries. In Quirkia it’s a valid currency.
No shiny presents ready to hand here so how ’bout some pie instead?
with a gun pointed at my own feet, dance you bastard, dance.
loving incrediblequirk’s comment! hilarious!
Oh.
I can Shag-the DANCE!
Or how bout the Jitterbug? White Man’s Overbite??
-M
wallow schammlow – go run over some squirrels!
Don’t forget to shower, and remember I love ya kid!!
this from YOUR vault??? wow…
shake it shake it… you’re still listening to the J5 aren’t you?
Just so you know, I thought of you when writing about the Bellingham part!
I like pie