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Beck worries me
#1

I like his music, mostly. But where does he come up with some of these fucked up lyrics?

Quote:I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Your favourite animals call your name
You keep on sleeping
Through the poignant rain

I think we're going crazy
Her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli
Nicotine and Gravy

I'll feed you fruit that don't exist
I'll leave graffiti
Where you've never been kissed
I'll do your laundry
Massage your soul
I'll turn you over
To the highway patrol


I think we're going crazy
Things don't even faze me
Her left eye is lazy
Nicotine and Gravy
Miracles amaze me
She looks so Israeli
Love the way she plays me
I think I'm going crazy

I don't want to die tonight
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#2

it doesn't makes sense, it's not suposed to. trying to figure it out will leave your brain sore.
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#3

Hellbound Wrote:it doesn't makes sense, it's not suposed to. trying to figure it out will leave your brain sore.
What does makes sense it is not suposed to ?Can you speak any foreign languages?

Who said I had to make sense ?
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#4

si, hablo espaniol. chupas mi pene, por favor.
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#5

...but... ISRAELI?!?!? :rant:
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#6

go find a ryme with "lazy" and "gravy"
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#7

hazy
crazy
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#8

leucetios Wrote:...but... ISRAELI?!?!? :rant:

they love to suck dick
just sayin'

Confusednarg:

I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk.  A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind.  A need to return to genuine practice, right effort.  Need to push on the great doubt.  Need for the spirit.  Hang on to the clear light.
           
Thomas Merton


       
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