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Tense and inviting but unyielding unexciting but appealing I'm nothing concealing wind me up I'll have sex on the ceiling. I don't hold with the girl who calls herself Rebel and tries to sell the life I'm leading Pump up the treble and send in my body double. I'm not giving anything up to these girls who wlak around dressed like me, expecting to get what's do to me Iım nothing conceding now once with feeling Pump me up the treble. We're coopting Rock, the language of Sexism, to address gender identity on its own terms of complexity We're here to instruct, not to distract We won't take your attention without giving some back.
I don't want to sit around the house all day
I don't want to be afraid I've nothing to say
I don't want to want to be able to tell
I don't want to sit around. I want to be well
Every sound is too loud. I notice every smell.
I don't wanna be afraid something's not clean
I don't want to have to say what I really mean
I don't want to have to say I want to be well
I don't want to see you look at me that way
Wish I'd left you right where you fell
Everything's too important for you to do it my way
I don't want to be like you I want to be well
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Why do I wet my bed? Why do I wet my bed every day? And get scolded every day. It's terrible for mother in winter. But I can't help it. My father used to wet his bed when he was small. Still, my father scolds me. Then, I get angry and hit him. My father laughs. Everyday nobody likes me because I wet the bed, yet I'm smiling. I'm smiling all the time.
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Don't do what's natural, do what's right. Do what you will, not what you might. Fear makes hate - money buys time - might makes right - I can't help it don't ever say, nothing ever happens you make it that way. Need makes haste - things take time - greed makes waste - might makes right
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Craig.
Yeah Roxanne?
You should write a song that tells what it's really like.
What is it really like?
Well, it was rough at first.
Rough?
Sex was rough 'cuz she's so loud.
How loud?
Real loud.
This loud? [guitar wailing]
At least. And it seems a lot louder if yr parents are asleep down the hall.
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
Bzzzzzzzzzz YOU FIND THE HONEY; WHO GETS THE MONEY?? WHY ARE YOU WORKING???? Work is love made visible. Work gives structure to my life. Work is love. Work will make you free.
My workplace is warm & comfortable. My workmates are my friends. Work gives structure to my time.
How is this day like every other? WORK
Where are you just another jerk? (at work !)
Work is love made visible Work gives structure to my time. Hos is this day like avery other? Work Where are you just another jerk? (at work!) Work is love made visible Work gives structure to my time.
Date created: 10 October 1995 Last modified: 17 March 1997 Maintained by: Allan Hise hise@io.com