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The Proghets of the New AgeWe're the prophets of the new age, With sun fire we fill our page.The Proghets of the New Age
Whirling atoms and sonic rage, Compose our rapture tune.
And though our stars are never clear,
And though our future a subject of fear.
We walk like men upon matchsticks, With fire in hand and fading grips.
Then the bad explosion clang,
With inter clockworks and bell it rang, Resounding off to which we sang, Our ever battered tune.
So here we stand as if in caged.
The prophets of the new age.
Knowing that we filled our page.
With a
by ~ComradeCloud
The Ballad of Alex NoreLife thrown away and college at bayThe Ballad of Alex Nore
More than he
Had less to say:
Alexander Nore Was so useless
His parents where rich His inheritance on the way
And would he Work a day?
Simple answer: No
And would he have what he wished for
Simple answer: Yes
For Alex knew
No tricks of triad
But did know how To throw money away
And he never ever
Did think to save
But then a great
Crisis arose
And knocked his family Out of
by ~ComradeCloud
Chealsea GirlChelsea girl ya are so sweetChealsea Girl
It's a shame that we really
Have to meet this way Oh yeah, Oh yeah Sittin there on the edge of your set And tryin to understand What they mean Oh yeah, Oh yeah
And Chelsea your lost in this high end world And you yet remain a beautiful girl oh yeah, oh yeah
A place where the bosses
And the crooks meet To disregard the hungry
Man out on the street Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Ya got your ruby slippers And diamond rings The Check book buys almost anything
But Chelsea girl
by ~ComradeCloud
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"I've learned how to smile....
Even when I'm sad........
"The people and the friends we have lost,
or the dreams that have faded... Never forget them."
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We walk like men upon matchsticks,
With fire in hand and fading grips.
-Lee Plowman
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"I've learned how to smile....
Even when I'm sad........
"The people and the friends we have lost,
or the dreams that have faded... Never forget them."
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Why do we fight for a lost cause? Because they are the only kind worth fighting for.
Be the change you wish to see in the world- Ghandi
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We walk like men upon matchsticks,
With fire in hand and fading grips.
-Lee Plowman
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We walk like men upon matchsticks,
With fire in hand and fading grips.
-Lee Plowman
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