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Here's some lyrics I wrote recently about a bird that somehow got trapped inbetween the shutters and the window in my house. They kind of suck. But all my lyrics suck.
Untitled (work in progress)
You're trapped behind an invisible wall
so you scream and you shout and struggle and call
not for help, that's too abstract for you
but not for me, so I'll see what I can do
I'll get some gloves because contact kills
and I hate the taste of omoxocyllin pills
but also, you don't want my scent
as it would lead you to premature death
So go, it's time to float or fly,
to sink or die a gruesome death
between the canines of a large feline
Untitled 2 (work in progress, note I sort of rip-off the Buzzcock's line "now I'm living in this movie and it doesn't move me")
I see you walking toward the bar
You're moving just like you're a movie star
Ingrid Bergman's a stretch to far
you're not Greta Garbot, but maybe Lucille Balle.
that's all I got so far.
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