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Keywords:
america (30), fingers (1), asses (1), fields (1), grain (2)
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Description:
a journal entry from years ago....post 9/11, dealing with Americans putting flags over every article they owned, calling for Osama's head....standing back and pondering over a world identity...and not having a clue as what the hell was going on! ....I was also a bitter single person having problems in the dating scene... debating on needing anyone but myself......so call it a political/personal comfort piece.....fortunately I have found love......but I still don't know what the hell is going on with this world.......crazy........drama makes the world go round I guess............Lyrics:
I was born on this soil, called the united states of america............there's flying fingers up the asses of unruly neighbors whose response goes silentdream up a plan, off the course of reality....fuck against the grain, go and feel the pain there's silent screaming recorded on a tape and forwared to a man on the other side of the world. It's gotta be translated. there's millions of people who think like you silently screaming themselves out of their skin, their saying stop the train, go and fuck your brain, go and act insane jiggle the trees and fly away up and beyond the stagnant fields of grain.... vomit and eject your ills, slap and screw your foes and just scream and tack down your dreams Anger to Love then fly above....... I'm saying hello, can you hear me? Scream, Scream.................forget you..me no do for you anymore, forget me, me forget you. Hardware:
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