Psycho-Babble Social Thread 8675

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-- Let Us Go Out Tonight --

Posted by kid_A on August 4, 2001, at 11:05:46

LET US GO OUT TONIGHT

the moon is out
hung like a butcher in
afganastan

hung like kitchen clock
hung like time bombs
hung like red ponies

the wolves are out
eating up the dead boys
waiting for transit

eating up hideaway dream
eating up all new comers
eating up the girl box

the wolves walk on two legs
and pray to a false idol
they say,

"this daemon belt makes
us dead in our skins, give
us a virgin so that we
may sleep tonight"

the limousines arive
one by one the stars of
europe disembark

one by one they await
their assasins

each in turn will be
sacrificed tonight

the wolves look on
in quiet displeasure

take my hand
and run with me

let us scream at the
top of our lungs

"we are no death head no
false gods, we are no patsy,
no pawn, we are the spirit
that carries the north wind"

"and fetch us another lager!"

tonight we move zero to
infinity

we move like alphabet
each letter one after another
we move like creepshow
we move like pinball

we could be anything
tonight

and you are loki's
good luck satchel

you dance the bridal dance
you sing the silly song
you walk the beggers walk

and tonight calls you closer
and makes scarecrow out
of your blue eyed boy

blank eyed danger eyed
peligro!! lock on to me
shove your tounge
in my mouth

your eyes could say
anything

but tonight
they are wild

tonight they are
pulsing electrick

like lewis's pink
little puss.

Re: Out Tonight -- » kid_A

Posted by dreamer on August 4, 2001, at 11:25:46

In reply to -- Let Us Go Out Tonight --, posted by kid_A on August 4, 2001, at 11:05:46

go-binge muchmore xtremefun, edible life, pity your'e across the waves.

Re: Out Tonight --

Posted by dreamer on August 4, 2001, at 11:45:49

In reply to Re: Out Tonight -- » kid_A, posted by dreamer on August 4, 2001, at 11:25:46

> go-binge muchmore xtremefun, edible life, pity your'e across the waves.

self-solitary confinment a healing hideaway
sometimes on the peak mostly swinging half way
watching euphoric clouds sensual perfection
above

one last xcess whispers meet mr extreme
shake hands ride faster than light
point of no return applaud my acting
there'll be no wake up no sunlight a closed chapter

like I never existed
the edge clean for another rebel.

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