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“Wolf Like Me”

Say, say my playmate
Won't you lay hands on me
Mirror my malady
Transfer my tragedy

Got a curse I can not lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
When the moon is round and full
Gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

My mind's aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
Before the transformation takes
And bloodlust tanks and
Crave gets slaked

My mind has changed my body's frame but god I like it
My heart's aflame my body's strained but god I like it

My mind has changed my body's frame but god I like it
My heart's aflame my body's strained but god I like it

Charge me your day rate
I'll turn you out in kind
When the moon is round and full
Gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mongrel mind

Baby doll I recognize
You're a hideous thing inside
If ever there were a lucky kind it's
You, you, you, you

I know it's strange another way to get to know you
You'll never know unless we go so let me show you
I know it’s strange another way to get to know you
We've got till noon here comes the moon so let it show you
Show you now

Dream me oh dreamer
Down to the floor
Open my hands and let them
Weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
Down to my core
Open my heart and let it
Bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
Down on all fours
Show you what all the
Howlin's for

Hey, hey my playmate
Let me lay waste to thee
Burned down their hanging trees
It's hot here, hot here, hot here

Got a curse we cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
There's a devil in every kiss
The bite that binds the gift that gives

Now that we got gone for good
Writhing under your riding hood
Tell your grandma and your mama, too,
It's true

We're howling forever

— TV on the Radio

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  • Nyx Iscariot : blarg on February 2, 2007
    i miss you. and wholey wish you were canadian, and lived up here, with me. though, like you said im quite sure i'd fit in. my southern accent has come along! you'd be impressed

    *lix, hugs...kisses*

    N...
  • cvillelisa on June 18, 2006

    nudge.
  • on September 14, 2004
    Blanket me in it
    The thick silence
    That comes in the wake
    Of more silence.
    So coat me from head to toe
    Until it suffocates.
    I wear it, you know
    Like a brand
    Perhaps my own stupidity
    But nothing changes
    Who I am.
    Never thought of
    Blankets as cold before.
  • on September 9, 2004
    Chaos by Hakim Bey

    CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random & perpetually intoxicated.

    Chaos comes before all principles of order & entropy, it's neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & phlogistons: its masks are crystallizations of its own facelessness, like clouds.

    Everything in nature is perfectly real including consciousness, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Not only have the chains of the Law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard.

    No, listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of chaos, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions. [sic]

    www.mouthfulofmoonlight.com/taz.html

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