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the teenage philosopher


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Posted Tue Aug 18th, 2009 8:56pm Post subject: my songs (to be updated regularly)

these are just some of my many songs i have written hope you enjoy

GROWING DISCOVERING REALISING
we see the reflection of the passage on the wall
we see the reflection of the passage on the wall
the one that speaks volumes to us all
the one that seemed to make you stall
the one that that tells the tale of your downfall
the reflection of the passage on the wall

well your just you and im just me
well your just you and im just me
i can see all the things youve been
and if i tell you what i have seen
just think how happy we could be
if your just you and im just me

we are the poets of perversion
we are the poets of perversion
we stay up all night long
listening to matthew mark luke and john
saying have have you heard this new version
of that song by the poets of perversion

the dreaming troubadour stares at the sunset
the dreaming troubadour stares at the sunset
snorting the vulgar dreaming of the dead sea
with everyone a pothead what a wonderfull world this would be
the time will come you better bet
when the dreaming troubadour stares at the sunset

the majestic sunset seems to bounce off the ground
the majestic sunset seems to bounce off the ground
colours like this are nowhere to be found
the views not wasted we dont make a sound
me and my freind we both know where were bound
as the majestic sunset seems to bounce off the ground

COPPERS IN THE BOTTLE
candy says its allright
she should know shes been up all night
ones and twos
twos and the fews
coppers in the bottle

staring blankly at broken glass
saying your not working class
the old and the new
beat you black and blue
coppers in the bottle

with the dust of roumour flung in your eyes
you avoind all contact and stare at the sky
and you dont back down
you stand your ground
thinking about coppers in the bottle

bridge: paradise road is not far away
you dont have to stay

chorus:and your back where you belong
singing your chosen song
about coppers in the bottle

FAR FAR AWAY
shamblolic room somewhere in germany
somewhere you dont want to be
the genious is on the train today
he sat next to me i hard him say

chorus:i want to go to far far away
i want to go to far far away
i want to go away today
then he looked at me and said,
its not pretty here
i want to go to far far away
i want to go to far far away
i want to go away today
that little boy of 6 years old i heard him say
i want to go to far far away

that little boy genious on the train
never even told me his name
but it doesnt really matter anyway
because i heard him say

chorus

he looked at me and siad with an air of disstaste
why do you sit here with that look upon your face
i said nothing you say
can hurt me today
because im going to far far away

chorus:im going to far far away
im going to far far away
im going away today
then i looked at him and said,
your not so pretty yourself
im going to far far away
im going to far far away
im going away today
that little boy of 6 years old he heard me say
im going to far far away
i hear you say
on this train every day
you want to go to far far away
come with me and we will stay
in the land of far far away

\"down with the kids\" is the paramillitary branch of help the aged

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tito


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Posted Wed Aug 19th, 2009 8:53pm Post subject: my songs (to be updated regularly)

very good lyrics. Would be good to hear the tunes.


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the teenage philosopher


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Posted Wed Aug 19th, 2009 10:19pm Post subject: my songs (to be updated regularly)

thanks

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tito


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Posted Wed Aug 19th, 2009 10:37pm Post subject: my songs (to be updated regularly)

welcome


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the teenage philosopher


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Posted Fri Aug 21st, 2009 2:07am Post subject: my songs (to be updated regularly)

TRUE LOVE COMES AND GOES

that predictable beuty queen
lays on a life support machine
begging forgiveness from her past lovers
saying that there were no others
but everybody knows
that true love comes and goes

the sad and lonely housewife
wonders what happened to her life
pulling out her hair
sits with a bottle of gin halfway down the stairs
and everbody knows
that true love comes and goes

her husband says hes working late
she stays home and gets in a state
the children are put on the shelves
they can look after themselves
and everybody knows
that true love comes and goes

BRIDGE
true love as we know it
he couldnt possibly show it
hes an anomaly
she sits in her room
says its like her tomb
but there she can run free

why it comes and goes
no one really knows
thats just the way of things
thats what this life brings
and if theres anything i klnow
its that true love comes and goes

BNP BABE

bnp babe
bnp babe
ive got myself a bnp babe

boots on
hair gone
me and my bnp babe

union jack on the wall
she says she will answer the call
my bnp babe

she walks the walk
she talks the talk
a bastard through and through

he says the engine stalls
he says the tarantula crawls
into the surrealism scene

of courser she died
the intellects cried
over the grave of my bnp babe

RIGHT OR WRONG

seething in ferment
in the age of spectacular abandonment
torments in the night
am i wrong or right
well right or wrong
me all in all

getting paranoid
over the position of scattered polaroids
like the soldier trying to forget the war
and wondering what he was fighting for
right or wrong
me and me alone

tales of devolution
and warnings of pollution
wlking down the line
troubled mind
leave me behind
right or wrong
i sing the song

you like to give and take
even when you dont know whats at stake
your growing old
after a life of going for gold
left in the cold
all your positions sold
right or wrong
weve known all along

\"down with the kids\" is the paramillitary branch of help the aged

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