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album names:

trapped on mars/venus fallen but not forgotten

There'll be some blood, no doubt about it. I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me. But I look into your eyes and I wonder sometimes.

David Bowie, Black Tie White Noise

#slotd #insp*

album names:

year of the scavenger trapped on mars ru-ru-run still searching

#albums*#mine*

the stairway to heaven is from the table to my nose, clear away my mind and take off all my clothes. the morning sun will come and i still won't know your name. it's nothing personal, babe. it's the price i pay for fame.

#bits*#insp*#ravan*

you step into the ash and dust, you stare so long your eyes could rust.

#bits*#mine*

song name: n/a. contributors: davebcwie.

she strolls on through 'cause she knows what she wants. she's not gonna be vague, she's gonna be upfront. she'll be knockin' at your door, she'll be lookin' for love. and if you kiss her, treat her right, she'll fit like a glove.

she's a rebel, cold and hard, (yeah) you know what i mean. she likes those bands that look and play obscene. it's all about those boys that can pucker their lips, it's all about those boys who can move their hips.

#lyrics*#mine*#unfinished*

use me right or don't use me at all; if you're going to jump, first you have to learn to fall.

#bits*#mine*

i used to reach for the sky for you until i realised you were knocking me down to pick yourself back up.

#poetry*#finished*

there are no bargains, sir you may only speak with the watchman maybe someone out there cares? someone you've forgotten?

#bits*#mine*

let them see your monsters, let them see what they've created. the only bad response is being inspired.

#poetry*#mine*#finished*

song name: russian roulette. contributors: davebcwie.

maxie was a babe from north oregon, the type of card you play and don't pull again

she thinks she's kind of funny, you think she's kind of whack if i knew what she was dealing, i'd have dealt her right back

i played it hard and i played it cool, talked her up outside of school. she didn't have money and she didn't have fame, but with you she could have everything.

#lyrics*#mine*#unfinished*

we both come down like the beat of the drums, we both come down like we're the chosen ones.

#bits*#mine*

kissing you was like a first cigarette, i kind of wondered why i had a second.

#poetry*#mine*#finished*

how stupid of me to think i was the only record you played whenever you had a whole collection of mix tapes signed like love notes.

#poetry*#mine*#finished*

please don’t fall in love with sweet boys; because the darkness of his hair or his eyes doesn’t mean that he’s warm on the inside, it means that he’s a shell of a man he once was and he will touch you in places that you smack his hand from. he will scream at you until you’re too full of whiskey to consume his words anymore and then kiss you with a tenderness that sends all of the emotions coming right back up — or maybe it was vomit, and you’re as sorry for that as you were the way the wedding band was tossed from his finger the moment she came back into his life.

please don’t fall in love with broken boys; because the way he dresses in extravagent colours doesn’t always mean that he’s looking to bring light into your life. sometimes he’s just looking for someone else to swallow down because the last person he nibbled off of tasted too sour and left him with a stomach ache. but if you let his honey drenched words weigh you into love then you’re going to be full of regret the next morning when there’s no other body in the sheets — and you didn’t even have sex.

please don’t fall in love with pretty eyes; because the way he makes you feel is as temporary as the waves lapping against the shore, and just because he makes you feel like you don’t have to bruise your throat with alcohol doesn’t mean that he actually cares about your wellbeing. one day you’re going to wake up and realise that you have been wasting your time and he’s not going to under- stand you anymore whenever you tear out of his arms and never return to his haven.

please don’t fall in love with carcrash boys; because the way his veins stand out on his arms or how smooth the curve in his nose is doesn’t make him any less a snaggle tooth. he’s going to write you songs on a page of notebook paper and give them to you drenched in smoke and kiss you sloppily because he just can’t stand another minute without you — but he’s past broken, he’s shattered, and he doesn’t understand that holding you until his knuckles turn white is not love.

please don’t fall in love with contact crushes; because everywhere he’s going to touch is going to turn your skin green — but he’s going to treat you so tenderly and whisper sweet nothings into your ears like you’re his favourite song, but you’re going to cheat on him because boys like that don’t stay in your mind further than you can throw them. you’re going to down two bottles of cough syrup before you tell him and puke it up on his shoes whenever his nose wrinkles and you’re going to cry on your best friend’s shoulders because he dumped you.

please don’t fall in love with anyone but yourself; because one day you’re going to realise that you don’t need any one of these boys to make you feel ok. you won’t need the alcohol or the cigarettes, all you’ll need is a nice book and a sweet blanket and a nap, because you’ll come out a princess — or dead.

#poetry*#mine*#finished*

song title: plain and simple. contributors: davebcwie.

he smokes a cigar, plain and simple he's a superstar, plain and simple he rocks a guitar, plain and simple he's everything but plain and simple

he drives a stock car, plain and simple he stops a cash bar, plain and simple he asks who you are, plain and simple you're everything but plain and simple

plain and simple, plain and simple, we're everything but plain and simple

(x2)

he asks for a dance, plain and simple he really gives a chance, plain and simple he never breaks a stance, plain and simple he's everything but plain and simple

you're looking for romance, plain and simple you don't break his glance, plain and simple he's got you in his trance, plain and simple you're everything but plain and simple

plain and simple, plain and simple, we're everything but plain and simple

(x2)

#lyrics*#mine*#finished*

song title: n/a. contributors: davebcwie.

it stumbles like a nimble son, tumbles 'till the dance is done. you look upon, ever slow; you look upon the finished show.

it starts out fast, conniving. you swear it lasts; i'm hiding. the ring man, he waits inside. the ring man, he comes to mind.

(chorus?)

he's a bitter man, his rise and fall. with him, he takes it all the finished show, he's gonna blow he sparkles from head to toe

he talks like an actor, bringing people to their knees; he's quite the detractor, what they do, he forsees.

(chorus?)

whatever's done is done; you tried the game but he has won. he comes from near and far, he comes from an outer star.

#lyrics*#mine*#unfinished*

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