Jammin' with the Devil
Jammin' with the Devil
One lonely November night
sharing a bottle of rare
Chianti, mellowed souls
abatement.
All along the levy iron
will triumphed as cattle
crossed creeks paved with
remorse.
The Crocodile laid in wait,
his reality being the deep
touch of nevermore.
Jammin' with the Devil one
lonely November night the
Lightning stopped to say,
"You two are blowing my mind!"
sharing a bottle of rare
Chianti, mellowed souls
abatement.
All along the levy iron
will triumphed as cattle
crossed creeks paved with
remorse.
The Crocodile laid in wait,
his reality being the deep
touch of nevermore.
Jammin' with the Devil one
lonely November night the
Lightning stopped to say,
"You two are blowing my mind!"
Sell your soul
Got them wings on my chest
and Grandma's praise.
When I said NO!
the devil's wrath
spewed through her, demonic
catharsis of exorcism,
why my mother never calls, or writes,
just a card on birthdays and Xmas,
why Still Truckin likes to hang with Dubya
south of Dallas, Crawford,
and someday he'll break thru
and Laura will invite all the poets against the war
to Crawford for crumpets and croquet
while the devil, scorned, turns inward
and shuts up.
My grandmother can rest in peace.
My mother is waiting for me, too,
I have to believe.
Shit, man, ya wanna truck wid da devil,
beware.
Got them wings on my chest
and Grandma's praise.
When I said NO!
the devil's wrath
spewed through her, demonic
catharsis of exorcism,
why my mother never calls, or writes,
just a card on birthdays and Xmas,
why Still Truckin likes to hang with Dubya
south of Dallas, Crawford,
and someday he'll break thru
and Laura will invite all the poets against the war
to Crawford for crumpets and croquet
while the devil, scorned, turns inward
and shuts up.
My grandmother can rest in peace.
My mother is waiting for me, too,
I have to believe.
Shit, man, ya wanna truck wid da devil,
beware.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
Fire one up,
jamm it down,
twist them wires all around.
Make it high,
keep it low,
you gon be truckin wid de devil.
Terror and fate,
temptation and bait,
hook ya wid a sceptre
red claws
blood soaked eyes
i know your disguise.
You be de devil,
get the hence
begone I said,
less'n ya can make more sense
than this!
jamm it down,
twist them wires all around.
Make it high,
keep it low,
you gon be truckin wid de devil.
Terror and fate,
temptation and bait,
hook ya wid a sceptre
red claws
blood soaked eyes
i know your disguise.
You be de devil,
get the hence
begone I said,
less'n ya can make more sense
than this!
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
What could ya do in that instance, but stutter blindly and stammer away.
Me too.http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... 4205#14205
My little take on it.
Welcome to a blue day.
It cames down to compassion and caring, I don't care what the devil they may say.
http://www.rkpuma.com/0hst.jpg
Me too.http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... 4205#14205
My little take on it.
Welcome to a blue day.
It cames down to compassion and caring, I don't care what the devil they may say.
http://www.rkpuma.com/0hst.jpg
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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