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What GivesI had once believed ...... In Fables Taught, Religious fervors, Academic Plots.What Gives
Now I find My Solace In Darkness...
Not....
Honest Illusions, of Social distraught. You Get What you Give,.. I Gave more than the Lot...
Now I find Myself Drowning In the Memories of Naught...
-jimmydangerously-
by *JimmyDangerously
Blue linesBLUE LINESBlue lines
In between the music all we hear are different views. D.J.'s tellin stories sending us the news No matter where I turn the dial , Or flip the papers page, I hear the stories fill my ears and fill my mind with rage.
Sing a song of justice, Sing a song of peace, Sing a song of truth and morals, I'm tired of hearing political quarrels
Time just seems so far ahead, Seems we never get the truth Laying awake late at night. The radios words, Sending me the blues
Songs keep running through my mind, Nothing seems to hold bac
by *JimmyDangerously
Flooded in the ColorsFLOODED IN THE COLORSFlooded in the Colors
Well now Ive never been a runner But you've got me running for you, Running around in circles,
Doing the things you ask me to.
And now Ive always been a listener. I hear every word you say. But it has started to sound dangerous, Its become a dangerous way.
And as I turned,I turned around, Slowly passing my feet over the ground listening to the silence,and hearing every sound, The words were in your eyes, and they turned my head around.
Its starts out all so innocent, Skies of rainbow blue. Slipping from
by *JimmyDangerously
Midnight StormMIDNIGHT STORMMidnight Storm
No Sounds"just the,pit-splish-splash of the rain... No Sights"just those,blue streaks crossing-the-night No Desires"just a flame that sometimes turns to fire No Feelings"just the spin of my mind now reeling
With Thoughts of you.
Well now it's the rain That brings me back... To Feel The Knife Twist in my back...
And its the flames of things to be, that sets me free. So hard to see through the steam life has made of me.
With a rain cloud in your left hand, And a lightening b
by *JimmyDangerously
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