Now! More than ever - 8 Day Miracle Jam
to be fair and just i must say
i have egged him on
i am the egg man
iz just that we have so much in common
i thought we should get to know each other
better. i'd love a plate of love and take it
where it's served. but when i get a plate
of rotten eggs the whole place smells
to high heaven or low heaven and
it's best to run to the compost.
he is the con in my con-un-drum
and beats me silly with ugliness
and pain of disconnection, that failure
which when faced becomes my saviour
i have egged him on
i am the egg man
iz just that we have so much in common
i thought we should get to know each other
better. i'd love a plate of love and take it
where it's served. but when i get a plate
of rotten eggs the whole place smells
to high heaven or low heaven and
it's best to run to the compost.
he is the con in my con-un-drum
and beats me silly with ugliness
and pain of disconnection, that failure
which when faced becomes my saviour
sieve a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of lye,
Four and twenty blackwords,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The words began to sing.
hard times with dopes
are bettern' good times
with no dope
pope is waiting in my bly manifesto
pound in the house reading perezozo
shelly had a full belly
hope's hearts and hangmen
A pocket full of lye,
Four and twenty blackwords,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The words began to sing.
hard times with dopes
are bettern' good times
with no dope
pope is waiting in my bly manifesto
pound in the house reading perezozo
shelly had a full belly
hope's hearts and hangmen
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two minutes until duty callsAnd this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
what time does this party end
my candle is still burning like a Buddhist monk on a street in Saigon
"Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
All the static in my attic getting ready to blow"
bye jim...
and may i ask specifically
just exactly what
you DON'T detest?
what turns you on?
do you have a favorite song?
And though you see me with my tongue quite cheeky
i do admire your plausible perspicacity
i consider your endurance mighty
and in my sentimental
love song sort of way
consider you my friend
and so before the end
of this report I'll stay
and listen again
for your retort
honestyTO be honest I detest rhymes
and may i ask specifically
just exactly what
you DON'T detest?
what turns you on?
do you have a favorite song?
And though you see me with my tongue quite cheeky
i do admire your plausible perspicacity
i consider your endurance mighty
and in my sentimental
love song sort of way
consider you my friend
and so before the end
of this report I'll stay
and listen again
for your retort
i knew we could speak the same language
see eye to eye if we try
Warum liebst du mich nicht?
PS Merry Butt-mas
http://www.funny-ecards.com/cards/chris ... -tree.html
see eye to eye if we try
Warum liebst du mich nicht?
PS Merry Butt-mas
http://www.funny-ecards.com/cards/chris ... -tree.html
When candles last
in the jamyard bloomed,
like little verses,
in a never
ending land,
we burned our lights,
hand in hand.
When candles last
in the jamyard bloomed,
wafts of genius,
blew my mind,
this wunderkind,
scrire song,
to ourselves.
When candles last
in the jamyard bloomed,
waltman wilted,
turned in his phrase,
duly amazed,
at this kind
of garden.
in the jamyard bloomed,
like little verses,
in a never
ending land,
we burned our lights,
hand in hand.
When candles last
in the jamyard bloomed,
wafts of genius,
blew my mind,
this wunderkind,
scrire song,
to ourselves.
When candles last
in the jamyard bloomed,
waltman wilted,
turned in his phrase,
duly amazed,
at this kind
of garden.
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