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JIM MORRISON
Cold electric music
Damage me
Rend my mind
With your dark slumber
Cold temple of steel
Cold minds alive
On the strangled shore
Veterans of foreign wars
We are the soldiers of
Rock & roll wars
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Bourbon is a wicked brew, recalling
Courage milk, refined poison
Of cockroach & tree-bark, leaves
& fly-wings scraped from the
land, a thick film;
menstrual fluids no doubt add
their splendour.
It is the eagle's drink
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The politics of ecstasy are real
Can't you feel them working
Thru you
Turning night into day
Mixing sun with the sea.
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Frozen moment by a lake
A knife has been stolen
The death of the snake
I know the impossible sea
when the dogs bark
I am a death bird
Naughty night bird
=Vanja
Post je objavljen 11.11.2008. u 00:32 sati.