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Poem turned song
Posted on 06/12/08, 11:39 am
This is a poem i wrote that i turned into a song:
Bring it down for me
Take it off the shelf
Bring it down to me
Give me back yourself
A peaceful gaze back into our peaceful days
Is a snapshot of the truth
Where the pictures tell a story about
Two lovers wrapped in youth
Bring it down to me
And let me remind you of our song
Shut up and bring it down to me
We've been apart for way too long
Chorus:
I miss the taste of your smokey mouth
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarettes
It kills to see you walk about
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarretes
I've begun to drink the water
It's much darker than ever before
I've begun to drink your water
It burns me to the floor
Bring the game let's flirt the same
The chase is always the best part
The danger comes when the clothes go
And we wrecklessly make art
I've begun to drink the water
Your black heart still has a choice
I've heard it scream for me
I know it still has a voice
Chorus (3X and out):
I miss the taste of your smokey mouth
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarettes
It kills to see you walk about
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarretes
Bring it down for me
Take it off the shelf
Bring it down to me
Give me back yourself
A peaceful gaze back into our peaceful days
Is a snapshot of the truth
Where the pictures tell a story about
Two lovers wrapped in youth
Bring it down to me
And let me remind you of our song
Shut up and bring it down to me
We've been apart for way too long
Chorus:
I miss the taste of your smokey mouth
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarettes
It kills to see you walk about
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarretes
I've begun to drink the water
It's much darker than ever before
I've begun to drink your water
It burns me to the floor
Bring the game let's flirt the same
The chase is always the best part
The danger comes when the clothes go
And we wrecklessly make art
I've begun to drink the water
Your black heart still has a choice
I've heard it scream for me
I know it still has a voice
Chorus (3X and out):
I miss the taste of your smokey mouth
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarettes
It kills to see you walk about
Your style and cigarettes, your style and cigarretes
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Reply #1 07/29/08 10:52pm
"wrecklessly make art"...that one line is art in itself -
Reply #2 08/11/08 11:55am
I love this. There is so much imagery. I wish I could hear it as a song. This is great.
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