AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

Fri, 17 Jun 2005 04:32:22 GMT

home of the free, haha, what a joke. gay people don't even have rights, i don't understand why people even refer to them as 'gays', they are just people who like the same sex. even if your religion dosen't believe in that, that person should still have equal rights, it's like racism, people don't want to be gay. i mean why would they? seeing as how they get slandered and ridiculed, telling them that it is wrong all the time.

HOME OF THE FREEEE LETS GO KILL PEOPLE

Today, there'd be fighting in the streets. But in 1972, it was more like dancing

Thu, 16 Jun 2005 03:35:37 GMT

velvet goldmine

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 02:08:29 GMT

and there's kids playing guns in the street
and one's pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say "enough is enough"
if you walk away I walk away
and he shot me dead

I found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues
it will pass away
like a slow parade
it's leaving but I don't know how soon

and the world's got me dizzy again
you'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when I stay in one place
so I'm always pacing around or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
and I'm balancing history books up on my head
but it all boils down to one quoteable phrase
"If you love something give it away"
A good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away

We made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
"If we walk away,they’ll walk away"
But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free start runnin' away
'cause we're comin' for ya

I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
Sayin' let me walk away, please
You'll be free child once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
till then walk away walk away walk away walk away
So I'm up at dawn, putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving but I don't know where to
I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to

You Will. You?Will.

AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

Today, there'd be fighting in the streets. But in 1972, it was more like dancing