FUCK YEAH!
― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Wednesday, 3 November 2004 22:45 (twenty years ago)
― Core of Sphagnum (Autumn Almanac), Wednesday, 3 November 2004 22:49 (twenty years ago)
Blaster bomb bomb bomb aheadMulti millions still unfedA mondo teeno givin' headShoot it upShoot it up
― Core of Sphagnum (Autumn Almanac), Wednesday, 3 November 2004 22:51 (twenty years ago)
― Cathy (Cathy), Wednesday, 3 November 2004 22:52 (twenty years ago)
― Core of Sphagnum (Autumn Almanac), Wednesday, 3 November 2004 22:53 (twenty years ago)
― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Wednesday, 3 November 2004 22:57 (twenty years ago)
They're dropping bombs again -- and they're doing it in your nameAll the rational commentaries in the papers that I readMarmalade and buttered toast and the smell of Sunday roastKiss the Ass of Uncle Sam -- oh to be an English man
WHEN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF WARNINGWHEN THE ONLY COLOR IS RED - RED - REDRED SKY IN THE MORNING, EVERYWHERE I'M SEEING RED - RED - RED
Dawn brings a day of hell hours that we pawn and sellA single magpie in the tree, one for sorrow one for meKick it off the cliff I said - Now the line fucks up my headTOO LATE TO CHANGE THIS MODE BREAK ALL MY MORAL CODES!
Running from myself again -- and all I feel is shameIt doesn't matter where I go Everywhere still looks the sameThis sense of emptiness, as we create this messSelf-destructive tendencies are what you mean to me.
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Wednesday, 3 November 2004 23:02 (twenty years ago)