Angie | September 5, 2009
one, two, three, four…
There was a very proud king
(there was a very proud king)
There were very many, very proud kings
(so very many proud kings)
This one wore taffeta
(yes he did)
He was a jealous man
(yes he was)
His every word was thought to be
Divine command
Whoa, right now somebody’s pouring some concrete
Right now somebody’s hauling some bricks
across the country
(across [...]
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Angie | September 5, 2009
Come the end of this June
I’m gonna leave this city for good.
I’m gonna black out all of the pages I wrote
and move on to some better ages, I hope
Do what I can to forget about you
cuz your love un-made me
You loved me so fine in fact
that all it really did was fuck me up real [...]
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Angie | August 7, 2009
« Drink lots of water. »
my doctor prescribed
so I stopped to drink water
and the mailman arrived
I told him « this isn’t my house »
he already knew, he said
« this message was sent from the past »
the address just says I better give this to you. »
And when I opened it up
oooooooo woo woo woo woo
Such a beautiful thing. And i remembered.
We [...]
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