'heaven under seige' jamming session with them 2
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i went round to see the fella recently. it was great. we jammed a few of our songs. i played some of my new solo tracks including 'walking on quicksand', 'paper rose', 'embers to flames' and peter played me a couple pf songs he has written recently. they sounded amazing... bob g played 'losing more than i'll ever have' and listened to us 2 as we played 'i wanna break your heart' and 'heaven under seige' we listened to a couple of tracks off his computer i had forgotten about too. i am popping back to play more soon. more sweet sweet music... awe
dear d,hey its j--- will you send me an email at jacquelinenovak14@hotmail.com--with your email so i can send you a private email back. jesus-- that was a fucking mouth full. x, oil can
LEXICON DEVIL
i'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain
i'm lookin for a future- the world's my aim
so gimme gimme your hands- gimme gimme your minds
gimme gimme this, gimme gimme thaaat
i want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove
i want gunboy rovers that'll wreck this club
i'll build you up and level your heads
we'll run it my way coldmen and politics dead
i'll get silver guns to drip old blood
let's give this established joke a shove
we're gonna wreak havoc on the rancid mill
i'm searchin for somethin even if i'm killed
empty out your pockets- you don't need their change
i'm giving you the power to rearrange
together we'll run to the highest prop
tear it down and let it drop... away
ASTRID --- by jan paul beahm, 1975 (age 17) before he was bobby pyn before he was darby crash
astrid was from a planet blue
he spoke of love for me and you
he could set your mind ablaze
with sparkling eyes and a visionary gaze
he stood like a remnant from an outbreak past
wore a ring in his ear and boy he was fast
had hair like a rockets nest but
when he cheered he gave his best
he madfe a noise that stirred our souls
got us moving out of control
when Astrid moved we changed our tune
they filled his arms with needles bare
shot him up and cut his hair
tied him to an evil plot
told the kids that he was not...
Their man
he gave us life and dealt us love
sold us out for the great above-- he was
on a starry night in mid-December
Astrid cried-- you might remember
(Live it to the end, share it with a friend
Deny me not, 'cause now you're caught)