Let Me Go

[gypsyjoker]

Let Me Go
Help me make it
through the night
let me go

One man one woman
Joined at the loins
The zeal of the organs
The flesh cleaves to flesh

Solipsizer to solipsizer
He has a party doll
Barbie has her Ken
Life goes on

In the morning
Two perfect strangers
Side by side
Too naked to lie

Sometimes that morning light
Comes years too late
Children and mortgages
What to do now

Its another somebody done somebody wrong song





Hit the road jack
So many choices
So many exits
No way home

[alienpoet]

familiar songs
remain the same
playing out
our every pain
every step we take
every breath we take
every vow we break
whereever we move
we get stuck in the groove
it hurts to be in love
same old road
same old song

[stilltrucking]

"The Road Goes on Forever The Party Never Ends"

Stuck in a grove

Or stuck in a rut

With a husband who can not shut up

I could have been a hero

instead I was a schmuck

I could have been a friend

I could have kissed my horse and rode off into the sunset

I chose to stick around and get f*cked

And started acting like her husband too

My scarlet letter

on my high school sweater
Oh well live and learn
I am a three letter man
Acid Adultery Abortion


I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life
Just to prove I was right
That it's harder to be friends than lovers
And you shouldn't try to mix the two
'Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
Then you know that the problem is you


So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright
And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead
But if you're tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am
But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright

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[tinkerjack]

it is my job to break her heart

hemingway in love

he believed his best work was done when he was in love

yes love hurts, there are a bunch of Freudian terms for that feeling of emptiness, as if some great part of your self has gone over to another. the other, miserable mopey dopey feeling, and I sat there so greatful and all I could do was try to make amends to her for carrying such a heavy burden even if only silicon and virtual. But you know there is a carbon/silicon interface here.

some guy on studio eight makes pronouncements about how there is no love, or maybe he said romance after Freud. if he said romance he is dead right if he said love he is wrong.

Well there is romance but it is a dish best served surreal