nevver:

Split

It’s not an easy story,
I hope you have the time,
To hear about our journey,
To the diamond mine.

I was feeling lonely,
And sicker everyday,
I decided all at once,
That my soul was not a high price to have to pay.

I said Lou you better get up here,
And catch me before I fall,
My soul alone is your’s to keep,
Just need some help is all.

He said can’t help ya son,
You are too far gone,
I’ll have your soul soon enough,
For you won’t make it past dawn.

I said fine then demon,
If you won’t take my soul,
Carry me down to the mine,
So I can dig a hole.

You can help me if you want,
I’ll be damned if I care,
I’ll be carryin’ out diamonds,
While you just stand and stare.

Greed alone did it,
What my suffering wouldn’t do,
Quick was his deliberation,
As Satan changed his tune.

If you can pay me half,
Everlasting life will come to you,
I’ll give you all I’ve got to give,
I swear by the Pagan moon.

Now I had never heard,
A sentence sound so sweet,
Than to hear King Louis say,
Those words without retreat.

I shook his hand and felt at once,
That my pain had ran away,
My heart sped up and I jumped up,
Gone was my decay.

Half way there, out of breath,
I started to complain,
The devil pulled out his almighty weapon,
And spiked me in my vein.

Before I uttered even a sound,
Heartache had been replaced,
I swayed on the spot, I soon forgot,
The frown upon my face.

We made it to the mine,
It felt like in a flash,
But the glooming disposition,
Soon returned to me in thrash.

I asked for one more spike,
The devil laughed at that,
After this job is done,
He said to me with a pat.

We dug the earth on which we stood,
And threw it all behind,
A darkness I had never felt,
Engulfed me blind there in the mine.

Lou, Satan, Beelzebub, Devil,
Where have you gone my friend,
I heard him cackle as he replied,
Here you’ve met your end.

I saw this mine you spoke of,
Two weeks ago today,
Took of all I wanted out of here,
And tossed the rest in your grave.

You’ll never crawl out of this hole alive,
I swear by the heart of my chest,
I bet you’d like some more drug of mine,
So once again you could feel blessed.

But no I won’t, I want your soul,
To be my new court jester,
To you the others will take a liking,
The murderous molesters.

Of your last endeavor,
Have you anything to say,
Think of something great to mark,
You on your final day.

Nothing I could say would be better, than Devil, you be damned,
I threw the syringe, it’s mark was true,
The devil had turned to sand.

For the devil had forgotten,
The deal his hand had made,
That alone kept me alive,
And forced his face to fade.

It’s been a thousand years,
Since I won that friendly wager,
My gift from God,
For doing him a favor.

Orange,
Ole’ Range,
Don’t fail me now,
Oh Range.

Orange,
Ole’ Range
Oh Range
You glad I didn’t say apple?

Orange,
Ole’ Range,
Oh Range,
You glad I didn’t say apple?

Red Ryder shotgun,
Yep, built it up him self,
It’s got a stock and compass,
Sittin’ up there on his shelf.

Shootin’ long but never straight,
He’ll kill many at this rate,
Oh you Buffaloes beware,
Of an Orange twinge of hair.

Might be the last earthly thing to see,
Better dive right in the sea,
Orange Guthrie, man of brave,
Come down to see you safely to your grave.

Orange,
Ole’ range,
Don’t fail me now,
Oh Range.

Orange,
Ole’ Range,
Oh Range,
You glad I didn’t say apple?

Orange,
Ole’ Range,
Oh Range,
You glad I didn’t say apple?

Cresting the mountain,
He sets sight on something there,
Shoots before he notices,
That orange twinge of hair.

Folks called him Oh Range,
Or Ole’ Range,
Or Orange,
Or nothin’ at all.

Folks don’t like to talk about him much anymore.

Toes itching,
Feet twitching.
Head aching,
Heart breaking.
Finger drumming,
Mind numbing.
Foot kicking,
Tongue licking.
Lips smacking,
Brain lacking.
Pulse hammering,
Voice stammering.
Eyes glistening,
Ears listening.
Lungs cough,
Hair off.
Cuticles cringed,
Skin singed.
Stones passing,
Stomach crashing.
Bones crunching,
Teeth munching.
Cerebellum frosts,
Shut off.

If you feel like trembling,
It’s best you up and leave,
You’ll have a hard time,
Shedding the webbing that you’ve weaved.

How many more times,
Should I listen to your lies?
Truth trapped behind,
Behind the glisten of your eyes.

Never have I heard you,
Tell me that I deserved to,
How could I maintain,
Memories in my brain,
Longevity leaking like the morning dew.

The Morning Dew,
My honey dew,
My honey do,
Do the mourning dew.

What’s that distant whisper,
Vibrating in my ear?
The hear I heard was just the sound,
Of ecstasy drawing near.

Oh I see,
That you’re still around,
Trapped up here with you,
Rather be trapped down underground.

Never have I heard you,
Tell me that I deserved to,
How could I maintain,
Memories in my brain,
I can’t stand the reeking of the morning dew.

The mourning do,
My morning dew,
My honey do,
This honey dew,
Yea she do,
Do the mourning dew.
What’s the morning due?

theclearlydope:

My list of people, places and things to trust just got shorter, now its down to Koala Bears and sour gummy worms.

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(chorus)
All you are to me is another blade of grass,
A colossal waste of my time,
Another damn reason,
That I’ve made up my mind,
Your bars will never hold me,
For this uncommited crime,
All you are to me is just another blade of grass.

You’ll never hold me back,
You’ll never hear me cry,
The ground must be a good view,
To watch me touch the sky.
You could never keep up anyways,
But I’ll wave as I fly by,
You’re not my first and damn sure not my last,
All you are to me is just another blade of grass.

(chorus)
All you are to me is another blade of grass,
A colossal waste of my time,
Another damn reason,
That I’ve made up my mind,
Your bars will never hold me,
For this uncommited crime,
All you are to me is just another blade of grass.

No more will I be there,
To catch you if you fall,
Once I saw underneath your skin,
I realized I never needed you at all.
So take your diamond ring,
I think you’ll find a place in your ass, Because all you are to me is just another blade of grass.

(chorus)
All you are to me is another blade of grass,
A colossal waste of my time,
Another damn reason,
That I’ve made up my mind,
Your bars will never hold me,
For this uncommited crime,
All you are to me is just another blade of grass.

There is no good and evil,
Only knowledge and ignorance,
Some people’s minds are developed differently,
And their version of the gray line is skewed,
But who is to say that your view of the world is correct?
Who are you to judge what is right and what is wrong?

Violence brings violence,
Would you feel sorry for someone,
Who took their own life?
A life is a life,
No matter how and who takes it away.
Isn’t suicide murdering one’s self?
But is it the same or worse than abortion?
Or murdering a child?
Or assassinating a politician?

Evil is in the eye of the beholder,
And maybe they believe it is for the common good.
Maybe they were molested,
Or witnessed a murder,
Or never felt a loving embrace,
Or befriended thieves in middle school,
Or watched the daily news of death and destruction.

The mind develops differently,
Person to person.
To fully understand the mind,
Is to fully understand life,
To fully understand God.

Fiji. Across the world is where I belong.