I just thought it would be cool to write a song called "My baby loves the junk," so last night I did. It took me about 10 minutes, which is an all-time record. I didn't pay much attention to rhythm or, you know, quality, but I like it.
My baby means the world to me.
My baby sets me free.
Hits me like a blown-glass poet round again and don't you know it frowns again too proud to show it once again.
She's been feelin' sick to death.
I don't feel so good myself.
Buzzing sideshow to her mad parade.
My baby loves the junk.
My baby doesn't care.
My baby says the world's unfair.
Hands around her sick machine she breaks my heart when she gets clean I sound the gong and dig for teeth again.
She's been feelin' deathly ill.
I myself don't feel so well.
But I'm happy if she's here with me.
My baby loves the junk.
She loves the junk.
My baby loves the junk
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Jeez, is messing with people ur main thing holly?
Like a phoenix rising from the flames...
...so shall the epic journey unfold as we discover our ancient future and craft legends through fire and flight.
This is a night of trance...
...so shall the epic journey unfold as we discover our ancient future and craft legends through fire and flight.
This is a night of trance...
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Suckers.
When I was trying to put music to it, it turned out to be too hard, so I changed it drastically and now it fits with the music for what could be called the first Greasy Knots song. (The lyrics to it sucked anyway.)
My baby means the world to me
My baby sets me free
It cuts me up
to see my baby on the junk
My baby doesn't care
My baby says the world's not fair
She's been feelin deathly ill
I myself don't feel so well
Hands around her sick machine
she breaks my heart when she gets clean
I sound the gong and dig for teeth again
My baby loves the junk
My baby loves the junk
My baby loves the junk
She's been lying still for days
I kiss her as she fades away
My baby loves the junk
My baby loves the junk
When I was trying to put music to it, it turned out to be too hard, so I changed it drastically and now it fits with the music for what could be called the first Greasy Knots song. (The lyrics to it sucked anyway.)
My baby means the world to me
My baby sets me free
It cuts me up
to see my baby on the junk
My baby doesn't care
My baby says the world's not fair
She's been feelin deathly ill
I myself don't feel so well
Hands around her sick machine
she breaks my heart when she gets clean
I sound the gong and dig for teeth again
My baby loves the junk
My baby loves the junk
My baby loves the junk
She's been lying still for days
I kiss her as she fades away
My baby loves the junk
My baby loves the junk
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Originally Posted by: iihollyYou scrapped my favorite line you commie. The blown glass poet junk. Commie.
That's because I'm giving that line to you as a gift.
Man, I try to do something nice....
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No, holly is right. I liked it before. Bully.
You go outside and practice screaming. We'll play music while you're gone.
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Looks like you soviet pigs win this round......I put the first one to the same music and somehow got it to fit.
I liked the first one better too, in terms of lyrics. So everybody wins.
I liked the first one better too, in terms of lyrics. So everybody wins.
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Like the first one better. Has the feel of ground glass underfoot.
[FONT=Tahoma]"All I can do is be me ... whoever that is". Bob Dylan [/FONT]
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