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Tuesday, June 20, 2006



FAKE


Somethin’ about myself
That I’m dyin’ to tell
You know I’m fake
Nothin’ about me is real
You’ll find out
In due course
That I’m just playin’ out a part
Its an act, I hope its good
Get your money’s worth
I hope you like it when we’re


Going through the motions
Locomotion, locomotion
Pretendin’ that we’re speed
And the needle’s racing up the dial
Locomotion’s locomotion, no commotion
We’re just goin’ through the motions
After all we’re so completely fake


Somethin’ I’ve observed
That I’m dyin’ to tell
Everythin’ you do is
Just a façade for somethin’ else
It’s okay
You don’t need to apologize
You’re just like everybody else
Half truths and lies, just


Going through the motions
Locomotion, locomotion
Pretending that you’re speed
And the needle’s racing up the dial


And you know you’ve never felt this way
Before, no matter whom you’ve been with
Baby, this seems so unreal to you, after all
We’re just so completely fake


Fake, yeah

Thanks to THE YODA and cassinis division for this song
Yes we are so fake completely ---------------------------------
To my favourite band of all tyme------Asstronaut



Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |




Monday, June 19, 2006


Gods

The storm's embrace
On the forest
Takes time to show
Reasoning
I have all the time
In the world
Cupped in my hands.

My heart is racing as
Words become plural
On my lips
The potential is multiplied
One-thousand times over
And over again.

I'd like to think that you
Understand when there
Is no explanation
It just seems right
It just seems important
Enough for leaving the
Safety of this stable warmth.

When I have completed
The journey you will be
The first to know
But for now I have to go
It feels like the day...

It feels like the day I should run
The thunder brews with each inhale
It feels like the day I should run
I want to be on an adventure.

You need not make excuses
Or be in denial
It's not a problem
It's not a severe situation
I am ready for the future now.

It feels like the day I should
Explore the manifestation
It feels so...

It feels like the day I should run
It feels so.


Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |




Thursday, June 15, 2006


This is intended to stir debate, over tea

there is a price to be paid for dreaming

someone said, "the best thing about losing that
which you love most is that the next time it doesn't
hurt as bad"
(I think it was me)

time keeps a record of all we forget
the future forgets all that we remember

that which is the opiate of the masses
is the garden of the individual.

no use talking when shadows call
for we listen with someone else's ears,
and speak with the voice of those we fear

the greatest lie is this:
Love exists to remind you there's no such thing.

do not hide yourself;
someone else will find you and rename you.

after all, it is only this:
branded, you stand alone,
free, you rise above,
flying, you are.


Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |




Tuesday, June 13, 2006

City Of Lost Lights

I've spilled my guts out on the floor for you
with needles cascading over
white linen sheets
delivering words i can't speak
through electronic sounds and to shining pools of light!

oh, so do you love me now?
now that U'R GONE!
no, i can't tell you how i feel!
i'm losing control (never will...!)
(do you love me now?)

Cemetary grounds, together holding hands
like words spoken in fate, i'm gonna faint
if i can't let this out! let me go!
i'd sing to you this last crusade
your coursing venom through my vains
oh, and like stars as
we go streaking through this
night of broken hearts
and i'll hate us both even more when your gone!

oh, so do you love me now?
now thAT I'M GONE!
no, i can't tell you how i feel!
i'm losing control


(ooh, when we're gone this city will go on and on!)

just always know i'll hate us even more when your gone!






Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |




Monday, June 12, 2006

Ami Paliye Berai

Uthche na barche BAjar Dor
Surjo Dhekeche Sob Fly Over
Chuti Pachhe NA keu Robi baar
Choto-Flat-e Rakha tiptop Shongshar
Ghumiye Kete Jacche Amar Oboshor Somoi
Chari Dike Bhishon OPochoi
Ghame Bhije Bari ferar
Roj kar routiney
Chinno Shantir ki ashai
Ami Paliye Berai
Plaliye Berai...................................(lakkhichara)


As we forget ourselves for 2 hours every sunday when
WE find that life is just about
Losing and Finding crossing Bridges and changing tracks
We arm ourselves for a better day ahead
WHich is a illusion created by them
What we become is not what we ever wanted to be
What we everwanted to be we become
Only in factions of seconds or may be minutes
WHen we feel the heavenly fluids running in our veins

but we never want to come out of the protective cocoon we have spun
For ourselves.............
But .........................................the train rambles on
Locomotion Locomotion Locomotion

Mritiyu Bhoi kono Din Chilo na Amar
Jakiye Bosheche amai Aaj Jiboner bhoi
....................................


Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |




Sunday, June 11, 2006


Silhouette



A crimson, bleeding sacrifice
My conscience seems to be the price
This wound i trained to scab on time
Whilst bruising lingers close behind
Of all this hate i've felt inside
Compassion tends to be the lie
That hides behind false, caring eyes
...but i've never crossed that line...

i just wanted not to be lonely
i just wanted to heal and not freeze
All i know is that i'm still only

the faded one
a loaded gun
a ticking time bomb
and i'm just about done
the jaded one...
i bite my tongue
and bide my time
just to be given the chance
to blow your silhouette apart...

and i remember yesterdays
a shaded past, unseeming pains
was left to learn to scab on time
like perfect pictures for the blind
and all this hate i've felt so long
bleeds from my memory, just because
it's far too late to silence lies
to shoot the sun and kill the sky...

I just wanted you to be lonely
So i could heal and your time would freeze
How was i to know i'd still be...only...

the faded one
a loaded gun
a ticking time bomb
and i'm just about done
the jaded one...
i bite my tongue
and bide my time
just to be given the chance
to blow your silhouette apart...

All i want now is to be lonely
took so long for your eyes just to show me
i know i'll never be your only...

but i'm the angry one
the loaded gun
the hated one...
i'll bite my tongue
to see your silhouette
before you fall back to the floor

these bullets made me want you more...





Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |




Wednesday, June 07, 2006




Slave to Miss.MaryJan
e


As I breathe in and Exhale the Grey Smoke,
I am Forever in a Stone Daze,Chronic Blunt Invading my Brain,
Sold my Soul to Miss MaryJane,Slave on a urge to set his mind Free,
buying accessories,so I can Feed,White Owl's to Coconut Phillie's,
Special Instruments to Break open and Roll,Stick and Smoke,
Sticky Chronic Buds,Breaking it up,to fit in my Blunt,
Removing the Seeds,messes up the Weed,On Point,
Checking it good and putting in the Remains,Enjoying the Taste,
Scientist/Pot-Head,Observing and Consuming,can't live without Weed,
as I take a Ride to the ATM,word for word,trying to get Credit,
from the Drug Dealer man,aka Street Farmest,who doesn't give a Damn,
taking my Money from out in my Hands,just so I can Numb my Head,
buys Niks to Half Ounces,spending my Benjamen's to my Lincolns,
Slave to Miss MaryJane,Loving the Chronic,so many ways to Enjoy,
Pipes,Blunts,Bongs and don't forget the Joints,
Smoke leading you into space,Clouds everywhere,
So Grey that soon Fade,So Fucking High,Blood Shot Eyes,
Cotton Mouth happens every time,so many Varieties,
very easy to Describe,Purple Haze,Blueberry Hydro,
and the Skunky Green Shit,and so many more,
MaryJane my very Good Friend,who always satisfies my needs,
giving me that special High of pure Satisfaction,keeping me Stoned,
and Numb to my Skull,I am a Slave who sold his Soul,
Wasting Money that I don't Need,Buying Tons of the Sticky Green,
Miss MaryJane,I am yours,and Forever be...

This Joint is dedicated to all my Loving Seniors
High Lunder -- R2D2(get well soon) Candy Jedi da and Gaboo ofcourse
Then on to The faithful admireres of MAryjane maam aka the Cassinis division band
And to My Cobra MAte U kno who u are(lurBHh UUuu)
To The entire High Society clan and too all with whome I have
Expirianced the Wonderful Pleasures of this lady
Time and again


Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |




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