Mouth Like A Magazine Showbread

poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine(x2) queen dependancy is cowering, please don't be confused you are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse virtue isn't tangible and sense of self is dated

I Think I'm Going To See You Showbread

Madness is like love It makes you see the world a different way Maybe love just helps you say The things that madness can't convey When an evil spirit leaves a man It goes flying through the desert Looks

Centipede Sisters Showbread

Im gonna shed my skin, deactivate my head The skin that I regenerate looks like the skin that I just shed Im better suited being typical I keep choking down the cockroaches until I get full A centipede

Vehement Showbread

that you must think Your tongue spools out from your brain But those around you demand your wisdom To combat the lowly inane And oh how you make me hate the freedom of speech Because you use it like

And The Smokers And Children Shall Be Cast Down Showbread

and i'll purse my lips to blow kisses goodbye, It's so easy if you never ask yourself why my lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh. shall we say an appendage has finally died?

Naked Lunch Showbread

I want to throw up, but for now I hold back I cant express just how Im feeling, it's true You want to grow up, but theres a problem with that Theres no where to go for someone whos as stunted as you It's

Your Owls Are Hooting Showbread

Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat My possession, my obsession, everything to me The sound of your voice and all your fingertips Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips Waiting

The Goat Showbread

I remember everything, to be what I've become A willingness for anything that can and must be done I remember writing in the womb, wrapped up in viscous gloom My will is calling out like a sweeping plague

The Sky Showbread

within your womb Ill peel my bones against your rocks And seal them in your tomb I am, I am I am, I am I am, I am I am, I am I am, I am I am, I am I am, I am I am, I am My ears are popping Close your mouth

The Death Showbread

When I was a baby I could close the world Up in fleshy pink mitts Now the world flays the infant palms And the bones drip out in its spit When I was small I reached up so high And grasped at the morning

The Missing Wife Showbread

I shall collect myself after I weep Then garb myself in ocean blue With no method of goodbye for you Should the marsh render a crane to cry And should the sea suspend it's gulls to fly I'll lend myself

Sing Me To Sleep Showbread

soil and bones rattle loud They cry out as this they do see In these walls and suffering proud For you are worth every ache within me I dont hear music, dont hear anything I see dirt, I see cement What a

So Selfish It's Funny Showbread

to moonn6pence from papayeverte Someday they'll write a book about you, because you're so selfish, it's funny. So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde, of you, you, you.

The End Showbread

I was born naked and red Tied to my mother as she screamed and bled And the tubes of light and all the sadness Swimming in my head The truth is a root that twists like a horn Looping and gnarled and splintered

A Llama Eats A Giraffe (And Vise Versa) Showbread

I'm nauseous, or maybe just inspired So truthful, I begin to tire, No less than everything, No haiku, no paper packaged thing, Patronized you harmonize, a thorax rattles so, Like idealistic jargon

The Journey Showbread

Open up the wide gates, here I come The broad path is getting trampled under my feet The narrow way and the tiny ugly door Is getting smaller and smaller Too small for me Open me up Just like a vacuum

The Pig Showbread

that far Ive spent my life down on my back It falls asleep, it pops and cracks And when the sun comes up again My body dries and shrivels Then some nice man is over me So I throw up and giggle There was a

The Bell Jar Showbread

To be common place would be unique But we're so obscure, we're incoherent Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke Rattling, rattling No nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on

Welcome To Plainfield, Tobe Hooper Showbread

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent with love to you To serve a will more shallow still

If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die Showbread

I never held your hand, I wish I never knew your name Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed Then you put your hands on my face Pink roses and red valentine lace You're dancing like

Age of Reptiles Showbread

don't know somethings wrong with me Just as well, I'll never tell what's underneath my scales I've worn too thin to honor you, my every effort fails Bury me with Israel and cover up my tracks Leave not a

Mathias Replaces Judas Showbread

it is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit, the sun has scorched the rising plans; alas they have no root, the bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips, dance through the

The Fear Of God Showbread

Dear God, why should I think You're good In a world that's falling apart?

Dinosaur Bones Showbread

My bones don't click in place When I sit on the machine Not as of late do I integrate Scarcely say what I mean This thing was built with one of my ribs I was there when it was given a name But I've been

The Dirt Showbread

How long does it take to grow a new head And watch the old husk wither and fall?

Dead By Dawn Showbread

more, And ears please swear you did not hear this creaking in the cabin floor, I'll forgive my eyes for lovely lies, so certainly within my will, Please declare this piercing stare, So false, at a

George Romero Will Be At Our Wedding Showbread

Some hide underground Others hide in a mall I still drag myself through the streets A life without my love isnt a life to me I dont believe that love will rot away So first aim for the heart, then aim

The Vulture Showbread

The voice, it wants to leap from me or take me from within But I am not a robot and I am not a slave I will not lick the feet of it that begs me to behave I wrap the sound in silence until it cannot breathe

Nothing Matters Anymore Showbread

Still we march through the tombs through the darkness and gloom And we shatter the columns of bone And the world she breaks for the lives that she takes She weeps as she dies all alone The world is a

Stabbing Art To Death Showbread

The tissue degenerates so rapidly Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover up your face And smile at me to see if I am out of sight Denying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight You're such a wonderful

The Beginning Showbread

I used to dream that I could fly Just above the whispered clouds Beneath the somber sky I had a dream I was alive I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye Dreams were cheap and hope was easy (So light

Precursor Showbread

lavishly controlled And someone that I'm not Make me believe Make me believe Make me believe Make me believe Joy and suffering, good and evil Breathing and growing and life It's all just a

Sampsa Meets Kafka Showbread

Gregor starved to death No one dies of loneliness

The Dissonance Of Discontent Showbread

We've come so far, and here we areAmidst the endless humNo wind worth chasing, no revolutionNo blazing battle drumWe laughed as we said, "The music is dead"We've plucked out its eyes, we've shatter...

The Flies Showbread

I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home

The Jesus Lizard Showbread

I tried to run across the water and I sank into the deepListlessly beneath the sea, within its murky keepI want to keep my dinner down but I threw it up todaySee how agonizingly propelled without d...

Magazine Billy Crawford

Intro First round like a concert Baby tryin work got you up in my after party From the bed down to the floor Baby let me know got you up in my after party verse 1 Top down, Hot sound Cruisin'

Magazine Heart

I can't wait much more for you to come true Shining prince inside my head, Live inside a palace underneath my bed And everybody knows who they are in a velvet garden of rhinestone stars Shine down

Magazine Pigface

I was a codependent alcoholic bitch and then I became Hold me in your arms I wanna feel your disease Turn the machines on high I sleep better when they scream I sleep better when the TV flips on my list

Magazine Lauren Christy

pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege I buzzed my killer in Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia Super sex on water skis Iced decaf and mocchaccino And a

magazine 한지원, 이파이(IFI)

tickin 시침은 때리듯이 날 깨워놓고 때 내 시치미 나만 다른 timeline 난 아마 탈락 친구 친구들의 소식 다들 잘나가 욱했던 맘으로 들이부었던 술에 내 머린 필요해 보여 게보린 요즘 내 베프는 숙취 Papajohnes도 못 달래줘 내 쓰린 속을 난 치즈처럼 또 하루 종일 널브러져 있네 그때 눈에 들어온 Another world In that the magazine

About The Weather Magazine

The weather's variable - so are you Changes, changes But I can't do a thing about the weather Do you have your ticket! Can you foresee Changes, changes Another time when we might be together!

Magazine Jesus Jones

the things I read come from magazines My concentration never was what it might have been And I know that I'm impatient but there isn't really time To have all these ideas going through my mind Magazine

Magazine DOMO CHEFF

berlin paris london new york millano Now it's our turn to walkini B R A N D begin the our lane one step to big stepper for dream stage walkini B R A N D B R A N D new settin up i celinei± show

Motorcade Magazine

I believe all that I read now Night has come off the corners Shadows flicker sweet and tame Dancing like crazy mourners The man with the hotdog sells lemonade Someone over there needs first aid While me

Magazine Cover Blue Angel

Oh, love me now please I....I need to know you'll see....It's just I'm so lost And I don't know who I am I am just what you'd want I'll be like all magazines you'll read and just when you touch

Dirty Magazine Joe Henry

A cut-out picture of a sugar tart With olive skin, a purple heart, Concrete shoes, and its just the start Of bigger things unseen.

Come Alive Magazine

Bits of spirits were set on a carpet of carbon pieces of apes were placed in a time of ice and iron 'Keep fit - Survive' Primitive Jeeps crushed fossils and ancient bone chandelier-sized flowers aromatized

Magazine Rickie Lee Jones

Homeboys Calling from the corners Station to station For the magazine But her pages are turning Out the lights in the windows And all that you're reading Is the braille night I can't come out And play

Magazine + Hidell

Picture me on the cover of your magazine All the shiny happy people starring back at me Turn the page if you really wanna look at me The photographs that stole my soul Are yours to see Are yours to