Discussion in 'The Whiners' started by lover/young_peace, Jan 11, 2005.

  1. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member

    The princess looks out from her window,
    Tears streaming from her eyes.
    Her bridal gown is covered in mud,
    Her groom is covered in lies.
    And your eyes look so tired,
    As you turn your back to me.
    The lights dim down early,
    On Avenue Number Three.

    On the side of a lonely back road,
    Esmeralda rides, pulling a trunk
    Full of ancient treasure,
    From pirate ships that have long sunk.
    I pass her by on my carriage,
    And throw a gold coin at her feet.
    Maybe I’ll see her someday,
    On Avenue Number Three.

    The rain taps on my rooftop,
    The wind is beginning to blow.
    My love walks in with droplets
    On her dress and dripping from her nose.
    She never speaks a single word,
    But I know that she cares for me.
    I can tell by the way she holds me,
    On avenue Number Three.

    I’ve got friends in the army,
    I’ve got friends who are going to die.
    I know politicians who are going to get rich.
    I know mothers who are going to cry.
    But it doesn’t seem to bother you,
    Now that you’ve been set free.
    We are helpless to the process,
    Here on Avenue Number Three.

    Sharon runs to her preacher,
    Looking for a truth.
    Ramona runs to her surgeon,
    Looking for some youth.
    I’ve run out of places to run to,
    There’s nothing more I can see.
    So I’m settled in this prison,
    On Avenue Number Three.

    Two lovers live on the floor above me.
    And I hear them in the night,
    Making noise I can’t escape from.
    It doesn’t make me feel right.
    I won’t sleep well again,
    Until the day they leave.
    But nobody ever gets out of,
    Avenue Number Three.

    Lovely carnivals take place outside
    Elephants and carpet rides.
    The showmen blow in with the wind,
    The showmen blow out with the tide.
    With them go their big, crimson tents,
    Off to some magical new city.
    But nobody cares too much.
    Not on Avenue Number Three.

    Cracks exist on the windows,
    Red drapes used to adorn.
    This place was fit for royals,
    Now the carpets all are torn.
    And nobody wanted to stay here,
    So they gave this place to me.
    And I’ll die in my apartment,
    On Avenue Number Three.

    Bug-eater? :D
  2. prism

    prism :o

    gosh I love satire
  3. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member


    ... 'Kay :D
  4. NaykidApe

    NaykidApe Bomb the Ban

    That's REALLY good!

    Did you write that? Or are thy lyrics to a song or something?
  5. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member

    'tis me... desperately trying to sound like Bob Dylan. :p
  6. NaykidApe

    NaykidApe Bomb the Ban

    Good job. If you'da told me it was Bob I probably woulda believed it.
  7. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member

    Ahaha... do you mind if I call you "Nakey Apey" ?

    ... Just a thought :D
  8. prism

    prism :o

  9. NaykidApe

    NaykidApe Bomb the Ban

    What, you mean outloud? Oh OK.

    Hey, would it bother you if I tryed to put music to your lyrics? If it becomes a hit I'll let you go to all my concerts for free.
  10. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member

    What? Katie's a perv?

    *shock* *gasp*

    YOU DON'T SAY! :eek:

  11. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member

    Oh-kay Doke-ay :D
  12. NaykidApe

    NaykidApe Bomb the Ban

    I'll even wave to you from my limo.
  13. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member

    I feel so honored! :D
  14. prism

    prism :o

    Sarcasm!?? oh that's really going to work. :D
  15. lover/young_peace

    lover/young_peace Senior Member

    I tried [​IMG]

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