Rage vs Jimi
You don’t care for me
I have only one burning desire
And I protect it with fire
Crawl with me into tomorrow
You won’t get burned
The cost of my desire
You know what I’m talking ’bout
Save it for your rainy day
For it’s the end of history
17 Jun
By Ahenobarbus. Posted June 17, 2008 at 2:54 pm. Filed under Appropriation, Magical Thinking, Naval gazing, Uncategorized and tagged Jimi Hendrix, Rage Against the Machine. Permalink. Subscribe to this post’s comments.
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God shed his grace on thee…
On your breasts and your face
Pooled in thy navel
Running down to your knees
My that red haired little girl looks so fine…
Even so, I’m feeling I’ve neglected these parts to long.
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on sabbatical?
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For a bit.