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NONE
by JAPOV - 11/29/24 12:16 PM
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by Bill Draper - 11/27/24 05:23 PM
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I thought I'd get back to the Celtic part of me with this cautionary tale of addiction. Vic https://on.soundcloud.com/wjXveThe Devil's Rap © Vic Arnold V1 Can't say it was good or bad. Naked neat or fancy clad Rolled with any thing it had. Nothing short of cunning. Wicked dreams, come round again. Like a top I start to spin. Hell knows where I'm going or been Never saw it coming. Inst. V2 At the first it stings or burns. After time the body learns to get there fast with no return. One way ticket only. Take it short or take it long. Use it all until it's gone. Plenty more where this came from in the land of lonely. Ch.1 The devil's rap. Down the drain. Through the rivers, to the main. Like the tide, comes back again Pulls you in, drowns your brain. Steals away your soul. Inst. V3 I saw a man who wasn't there, climbing up a crooked stair and then he wasn't anywhere but never saw him leaving. I woke up in a sky of stars. Saw another friend had passed. Seems the moment never lasts. Nothing to believe in. Inst. V4 Take a sip or take a bite, taste the colours gold or white. Hang on for the donkey ride. Tripping out to nowhere. Here the sun will always shine in an everlasting lie. See the truth before you die, sinking in that old chair Inst. Br. Drink my fill, take the pill, lose the will to shout "Hell No!" Here we go. Ch.2 The devil's crap will take you down ... Through the gutters, round the town. In the sewers you'll be found ... Wearing turds for a crown. Dying in a hole.
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"Parents are notorious for telling you not to do something, but not telling you WHAT to do instead. So here are my thoughts. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, give it a manicure. Don't burn your bridges, go out and build more! And of course, Don't run with Scissors, use them to cut out your press clippings!" -Brian Austin Whitney
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