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urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics teksti iz dziesmām teksti iz dziesmām teksti iz dziesmām petunia@inbox.lv teksti iz dziesmām 2005-06-16T10:00:38Z 2005-06-16T10:00:38Z urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:2798 2005-06-16T13:00:00 2005-06-16T13:00:00 2005-06-16T10:00:38Z 2005-06-16T10:00:38Z <a name="cutid1"></a> Where Are You? Where are you? Are you hiding from me? Are you still looking for things that no-one else can see? Where are you? Are you in some place that we cannot reach? Are you bathing in moonlight or drowned on the beach? Where are you? Are you surrounded by things we cannot penetrate? Is the cage you love the home you also hate? Your fear of death attracts such strange objects Smothering you, hiding you, don't let it spoil you Show yourself so the others may see you So the others may feed you They want to be near you If you can't get enough of your hypnotic injection Then it's time to put an end to this invalid function Poor little ghost boy Let me be your human toy Where are you? No-one's seen you for years Have your wounds grown wings? Are you feasting on fears? I can see your dark corona is eating into you You're surrounded by things we cannot penetrate Is the cage you love the home you also hate? Life lies with the scissors inside her The surgeon was a butcher All of us are wounded, anaesthetised in A&amp;E Numbed by stuff we should not see Each of us lies bleeding Our rivers intermingling Poor little ghost boy Let me be your human toy I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:2551 2005-06-08T18:07:00 2005-06-08T18:07:00 2005-06-08T15:10:39Z 2005-06-08T15:10:39Z <a name="cutid1"></a> So that was it, the rush and the take-off, The oily glide of the cells Bringing it up - ripsurge, refraction, The inner spin Trailing into the cracked lights of oblivion... Re-entry is something else, blank, hard: Black stretcher straps; the peck, peck And click of a scalpel; glass shards Eased one by one from the flesh; Recisions; the long bite of the veins... And what do we do with this, Rechuted, reworked into our same lives, no one To answer to, no one to glimpse and sing, The cracked light flashing our names? We stand fast, friend, we stand fast. Oval oval oval push pull push pull... Words unroll from our fingers. A splash of leaves through the windowpanes, A smell of tar from the streets: Apple, arrival, the railroad, shoe. The words, like bees in a sweet ink, cluster and drone, Indifferent, indelible, A hum and a hum: Back stairsteps to God, ropes to the glass eye: Vineyard, informer, the chair, the throne. Mojo and numberless, breaths From the wet mountains and green mouths; rustlings, Sure sleights of hand, The news that arrives from nowhere: Angel, omega, silence, silence... <h3 class="permi"><a name="cutid2"></a> This story is beautiful to us: TEETH IN THE WRONG PLACES </h3> <h3 class="permi">Ponca-Otoe Told by an Anonymous Woman, Recorded by Richard Erdoes When Coyote was roaming around for adventures, looking for great deeds to do, someone told him of an evil sorceress, an old woman who lived with her two wicked daughters. Many young men went there to sleep with the daughters, who were very handsome, but none was ever seen alive again. Coyote said, "That's just the place I want to go." "Be careful," said the person who had told him about it. "Whatever you do, don't sleep with these girls. It would kill you, or so I've been told." "How could sleeping with two pretty women kill a man?" thought Coyote, and off he went. The old woman was very nice to him when he arrived, her two daughters were very beautiful. "Come in, come in," the mother said. "You're a good-looking young man, just the kind of person I'd like to have for a son-in-law." Coyote went into the tipi with his bow and quiver. "Sit down, sit down," the old woman said. "You'll get something good to eat, my daughters will serve you." The girls brought Coyote many good dishes - buffalo hump, tongues, all kinds of meat. One of the daughters, the older one, said, "You sure are handsome." Coyote thought to himself : "My informant was wrong, these are good people." By Nightfall, Coyote was full of good food and getting drowsy. "You must be tired after your journey," the old woman said. "And it's cold outside. Lie down to sleep between my two daughters - they'll keep you warm." Coyote snuggled between the two girls. He felt amorous, but he wondered. In the dark the face of the younger girl brushed his; she was whispering in his ear: "Pretty soon my sister will ask you to sleep with her. I'm supposed to ask you too, but you mustn't do it." "Why not?" asked Coyote. "The old woman is a witch," said the girl. "She's not really my mother; I'm her prisoner, though the other girl is her daughter. This witch has put teeth into both our vaginas, and when a man comes to visit she gets him to copulate with us. Then these teeth take hold of his penis and chew it to bits. Once he puts it in, he can't pull it out no matter how hard he tries. You should hear those poor young men cry; they cry until they die." "Why do you tell me this?" "I like you and I hate doing the old woman's dirty work. After the poor young men are dead, she takes all their things. She likes robbing them, but she likes hearing them die even better." "I don't believe you." "Then listen. Do you hear the noise?" "Yes, I do hear it, a strange noise." "It's the grinding of the sharp teeth inside our vaginas." "Coyote heard the grinding. He believed what the girl said. Coyote and the girl pretended to sleep. After a while the older girl, the old woman's daughter, pulled at his sleeve. "Strong young man, " she whispered, "you must be hot for us. Let me make you happy. Get on top of me. Quick, get into me." Coyote could hear the teeth gnashing furiously inside her vagina. "I've been thinking of nothing else since I first saw you, pretty one," said Coyote, "but let me get my clothes off ." "Hurry up," said the impatient girl. "Don't dawdle. Put it in!" Coyote took hold of a thick, long stick still warm from the fire, and stuck it deep into that wicked girl's vagina. "Oh, a real man at last," said the girl, "how good it feels. A real big one for a change!" The teeth inside her were chewing, and wood splinters were flying out of her all over Coyote. "Whew!" he thought. "This is really something!" Quickly he grabbed an arrow from his quiver and thrust it deep into the girl before the teeth could snap shut. The teeth closed upon the shaft near the feathers, but it was too late: the arrowhead had already reached the evil girl's heart, and she died. Then CThey were happy, Coyote and this girl.oyote went over to the old woman and killed her with his knife. He told the younger girl: "You've saved my life, so come with me and I'll marry you." "How can you?" said the girl. "I'd like to be your wife, but I have these teeth in the wrong place." "I'll take care of that," Coyote told her, "so come on." They started off for Coyote's house and walked all one day. When evening came, Coyote built a brush shelter for the two of them. He put sage into it for a bed. "Now I'm going to make love to you," he said. "No, never!" said the girl. "It would kill you." "Well, of course, first I have to knock your teeth out," said Coyote. 'And not the ones in your head!" So he knocked out the teeth in the girl's vagina - except for one blunt tooth that was very thrilling when </h3> making love. interpol -obstacle urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:1971 2005-05-30T22:08:00 2005-05-30T22:08:00 2005-05-30T19:12:20Z 2005-05-30T19:12:20Z wish i could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm we cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad she can read, she can read, she can read, she bad, oh shes bad but its different now that im poor and im aging ill never see this place again youll go stabing yourself in the neck and we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm and we can top the old times clay making that nothing else will change but she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad she can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad, oh shes bad but its different now that im poor and im aging ill never seen this place again youll go stabing yourself in the neck but its different now that im poor and im aging ill never seen this place again youll go stabing yourself in the neck its in the way that she poses its in the things that she puts in my heart her stories are boring and stuff shes always calling my bluff she puts the, she puts the weights in to my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes apart she puts the weights into my little heart i said she puts the weights into my little heart she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away its in the way that she walks, everythings different now she puts the weights in my heart she puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:1788 2005-02-07T21:01:00 2005-02-07T21:01:00 2005-02-07T19:01:24Z 2005-02-07T19:01:24Z <a name="cutid1"></a>it barks at no-one else but me like it's seen a ghost i guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin no one else would know sometimes i get overcharged thats when you'll see sparks they ask me where i'm going at a thousand feet per second. hey, man slowdown idiot. slow down. vegāniska dziesma.. urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:1405 2005-02-06T19:22:00 2005-02-06T19:22:00 2005-02-06T17:23:17Z 2005-02-06T17:23:17Z <a name="cutid1"></a> darla, they've brought your eggs into my kitchen i know you're wishin' your bones weren't so soft but your cage is just too small to move in, we're fucking groovin' in the city it's a pity that you can't be groovin' too, boo. and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, that you weren't born for the cage in life and i know that your ovulation's private and you're ready to be fertilized. darla, you never said you were unhappy or you feel crappy never said anything at all but i know you know you're not living the good life if i could i'd pick lock you free, you'd live with jeff and me on fairmount st. that'd be neat. and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, that you were born for the cage in life and i know that your ovulation's private and you're ready to be fertilized. urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:1135 2005-02-01T19:42:00 2005-02-01T19:42:00 2005-02-01T17:43:57Z 2005-02-01T17:43:57Z <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"> <tbody> <tr> <th colspan="2"> <a name="cutid1"></a> the teen keen skip &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (cLOUDDEAD) &nbsp; i'm sick of keen eyed teens keying car doors in the middle of the night. they won't believe their donning dangling carrot cams. youngsters today are not prepared to buy plants or collect stamps. they won't believe their wearing lead lined pants, keeping them inert like just a carrot can't, aging in the space between two magnets face to face. your house keys are cut from utter nonsense, from the ground to utter nonsense up. when the people factory shuts down, there is no mad fandangle on the opposite ends of telescopes in spotlights in subparticles of rock. the petty douse of your death spread over light years, awaiting the impact of laughter diffuse through space. there is no search party for a star gone dim. are you prepared to give a guided tour of your planet to something like...god, to speak on behalf of all phylum, from single-celled to sapien? are all your cells in agreement? the empty space between distant airs doesn't care...</th></tr> <tr> <td> </td></tr></tbody></table> urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:784 2005-01-29T13:46:00 2005-01-29T13:46:00 2005-01-29T11:47:27Z 2005-01-29T11:47:27Z <a name="cutid1"></a> JJ72 [willow] by the bright leaves in the garden of my saviour as the parasol gently shades her i can't see you when i want to where i am now with our old lives left behind us we are new now oh yeah only way i want to be only thing i want to see only way i want to live only one i want to love only way i want to be only one i want to see only way i want to live only one i want to love by the old wood burning in the garden as the moths fly through the flames like our little haarlem i can't see you when i want to where i am now with our old lives left behind us we are new now oh yeah only way i want to be only one i want to see only way i want to live only one i want to love only way i want to be only one i want to see only way i want to live only one i want to love urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:539 2005-01-02T14:09:00 2005-01-02T14:09:00 2005-01-02T12:10:59Z 2005-01-02T12:10:59Z <a name="cutid1"></a> One day I know We'll find A place of hope Just hold on to me Just hold on to me Walk tight One line You're wanted This time There's no-one to blame Just hold on to me And I'm right on time And the birds keep singing And you're right on line And the bells keep ringing Come on my love And the battle is won And the planes keep winging And I'm right on time And the girl keeps singing I walk I wade Through full lands And lonely I stumble I stumble With you I wait To be born Again With love comes the day Just hold on to me Now is the time to follow through, to read the signs Now the message is sent, let's bring it to its final end One-day-I-know-there'll-be-a-place-called-home urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:lyrics:454 2005-01-01T12:33:00 2005-01-01T12:33:00 2005-01-01T10:34:30Z 2005-01-01T10:34:30Z Suffocated Love Artist: Tricky it's too good it's too nice she makes me finish too quick is it love? no not love she turns my sexual trick she says she's mine, i know she lies first, i scream, then i cry. take a second of me you beckon, i'll be she suffocates me she suffocates me with suggestion i asked 'do you feel the same?' and later on, maybe i'll tell you my real name she's so good, she's so bad You understand, I can't stand Now I could just kill a Man she's on her knees, i say please I caress her silly lies, she's got brown eyes i think ahead of you, i think instead of you will you spend your life with me and stifle me? i know why the caged bird sings, i know why... Forgive and you're forgiven kingdom come can you wait for yours, i need to taste some life's pretty funny, i laugh while she spends my money she's my freak i guess i'm weak you ask what is this? mind your business I pass my idle days with my idle ways 'til the twelfth of always She walks my hallways i keep her warm, but we never kiss she cuts my slender wrists let's waste some more time i sign the dotted line a different level she-devil you ask what is this? mind your business I pass my idle days with my idle ways til the twelfth of always She walks my hallways i keep her warm but we never kiss she says i'm weak and immature but it's cool i know what money's for. Push comes to shove, her tongue's her favourite weapon on attack i slap her back, she mostly hates me. can i take off your clothes before we go out and when you're helpless, i'll scream and shout we finish everyday (well, anyway) sixty-nine degrees my head's between your knees.