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December 10th, 2004, 06:09 PM
#1
Inactive Member
I think I got the blues,
O yea baby,
I think I got the blues,
Sitting here in my Room of Sleeping and Chilling,
Thinking of times past,
Thinking of you Baby?
Talk to me once more,
For all I need is just one kiss,
Kiss me Baby, Kiss me;
I need your love, need your touch,
Groove me, move me, and touch the sky.
Let?s bake a cake,
Heat up the oven up,
Warm it on up, touch that sky,
Touch it until it hurts; woooohh
Feel it baby,
Be the baby,
White empathetic trees do their piece,
They play their notes,
They sing their sonatas
Trio after Trio
Eighth note after Eighth note,
They sing their songs,
And they play their banjos:
Swoosh, swang, ting, tang,
Bing, bang, ding, dang,
Kink, tink;
Boom.Boom.Boom that drum,
Pound that pond,
Ripple that pool,
Feel the water move.
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December 12th, 2004, 01:43 AM
#2
Inactive Member
this struck me as really strange, but i kinda like it. even the cheesy sound words at the end, they fit right in. seems different from your other writing, i like the change
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December 12th, 2004, 03:32 PM
#3
Senior Hostboard Member
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December 19th, 2004, 10:47 PM
#4
Inactive Member
Ha Ha, that's what happens when you listen to blues music and drink. This horrific piece comes out [img]smile.gif[/img]
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