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[title] => Ballad of Nice Eyes (Song of the Sellout)
[time] => 2004-08-02 01:36:46
[hometext] => This one just poured out. I've had a very emotional weekend which culminated in me reviewing my whole life! Hope u like it!
[bodytext] => Ballad of Nice Eyes (Song of the Sellout) I'm a hired gun, You can see it in my eyes I'll do anything to anyone, I don't care But I don't show my heart, That's a private thing You can get too clean You can grove too deep Sell out Since I was 16 Sell out For a good looking girl who can smile & whose heart is made of rain and waves Sell out For that little piece of Fame Sell out For a quick ***** or a fast drug You can get too clean You can sell everything Feelings, CDs, everything It's all gonna burn It's all gonna end in fire & lightning Feelings, CDs, everything Don't cry For me Don't cry For you You can get too clean You can grove too deep I've seen a few suns rise and fall I've been out there on the Ocean Where the waves tell a story that soothes our angry, lonely souls, The waves where I gave you this fragile body to hold & it's true, he was the only one I ever cared about & I lost him on Fire Mountain, Where the young men crash their death-machines Where the rebels go to dream But I've never felt so beautiful As when I was with you I've never touched the scar On the face of Buddha Our spirits dance for a million years Our bodies fall for just a few I wore my sunglasses when I made the hit I caught the train back from the house of love And I knew then that I was alone I knew then I had something to say This world has so much beauty and I've got a gambler's love Don't show your hand too soon O but it's been so long and I've been so pure O but it's been so long and I've been so pure And it's been years Since I believed In anything but the power of a dollar And I don't want for company when I get in that phase Sell out Since I was 16 Sell out If you get wounded young Sell out If you buy Top 40 You can get too clean You can sell everything You can get too clean You can sell everything You can sell everything, But I believe in Love, I believe in Love When you kill something as many times as I have, When you have run and run from the mark of emotion You grow to respect it & as the bridges burn behind me, my heart still yearns for a moment of release, a cure, call it what you want. I once slept beside a young man who said to me; Even evil men who kill love, they wait. Prophets wear masks. (David Finn, 2004) [comments] => 0 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 43 [informant] => redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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