urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brinporter this is a subtitle brinporter 2005-12-09T05:42:55Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brinporter:1713 2005-12-09T05:42:55Z 2005-12-09T05:42:55Z stand some strands, of bright white light<br />from size of light<br />to size of thread<br />squeeze through seas, go through land too<br />and seperate<br />the light instead<br />rip a bit, and build a hole<br />to fit inside<br />and maybe die<br />lightless life, a strandless goal<br />lightless black<br />all light makes that urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brinporter:1483 2005-12-09T05:42:10Z 2005-12-09T05:42:10Z Follow, the bright white bird<br />your voice says you've heard <br />her sing her bright white word<br /><br />ripples, shivers break the glass<br />she floats through the mass<br />of the bright white misty gas<br /><br />the end, the swan needs no fret<br />she creates her intent<br />not to live, but live content<br /><br />the bird, born by life to sing<br />echos the water to ring<br />to the voiceless bird with no wing<br /><br />the man, born by life to choose<br />if life he can lose<br />or if his voice is his muse<br /><br />she sings, the bright white bird<br />and seldomely heard<br />is mans song, his bright white word urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brinporter:1197 2005-12-09T05:40:14Z 2005-12-09T05:40:14Z A tiger red<br />her blood is spread<br />across my yellow mame<br />The jungle says<br />when I am dead<br />only red knows how to tame<br /><br />The Jambe beats<br />now feircly eat<br />whats left of my yellow chest<br />The jungle tells<br />reach from yourself<br />you're just the tigers guest<br /><br />A lion dead<br />my blood is spread<br />and keeps the tiger fed<br />The jungle told<br />that I'm yellow<br />But I can tame, my blood is red urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brinporter:923 2005-12-09T05:38:51Z 2005-12-09T05:38:51Z I am a ball<br />Set me on a muddy field<br />With 22 broad shouldered beasts<br />Give me a good punt<br />In front of a stadium of screaming cheers<br /><br />Put me in a barrel<br />With some explosive powder<br />And pull the trigger<br />ping<br />forced to body check cold hard steel<br /><br />Throw me in the air<br />And wind up<br />Wack me as hard as you can<br />With your big ol’ tennis racquet<br />Make your opponent feel bad<br />Because he missed his chance to hit me<br /><br />Beat me like a drunken husband hits his wife<br />For I am a ball<br /><br />I’m just sand and rubber<br />Only used to be squeezed when you feel mad<br />Your face turning red<br />Passing off all your stress to me<br />According to you<br />I can handle it<br /><br />Inflate me<br />I’m just air and rubber<br />Exhale in me until I’m fragile with stress<br />And tap me with a sewing needle<br />Bang<br />My skin rips apart<br /><br />Like the worm who broke through my skin<br />To get to my juicy innards<br />And you leave me in a basket<br />Allowing time to rot me<br />Just so you can chuck me in a bin<br />To decompose into dirt<br /><br />Torture me like a Nazi does to a Jew<br />I’m just a ball<br />I’m not a wife<br />Not Hebrew<br />Just a ball<br /><br />If my owners got you pinned in an alley<br />And the mace didn’t work<br />Give me a good punt<br />I’m good at taking him down<br />In tears<br /><br />Message me<br />If you’ve had enough to drink<br />Or if you love the face I’m attached to<br />He gets the pleasure <br />Not me<br /><br />Or don’t touch me at all<br />Because your love goes deeper then me<br />Because you feel like a whore when you even look at me<br />Because you’re to square to touch me<br />Not round like a ball urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brinporter:583 2005-12-09T05:37:44Z 2005-12-09T05:37:44Z It's not a twisted toungue on top of a mountain<br />or a good friends girlfriends erotic lips<br />I'ts not a hand down your pants in a cheap movie theater<br />Or even native beer<br /> Brewed with 3am sex,<br /> from a girl whos name you didn't need to catch.<br /><br />Love's not Sexual<br /><br />It's not pulling weeds so all the pretty flowers look even better<br />Or never sleeping under a roof, so you can be "one with nature"<br />It's not relying on green rings of smoke to have your brain think properly<br />or even feeling sympathy,<br /> for a maggot covoured deer carcass<br /> with a strong scent of dead fish<br /> that you almost killed again with a footprint<br /><br />Love's not natural<br /><br />It's not butterflies devouring your stomache to reach someone you're convinced is beautiful<br />it's not composing a song, that decomposes your will to exist into dirty soil<br />It's not throwing seven months of dedication into the past, just so the future can beat the shit out of you<br />It's not a feeling <br /> that makes you want to give thirty years of your life<br /> to a lethaly sick friend <br /> destined to be dead by twenty-five<br /><br />No, love's not even a fucking feeling<br /><br /><br />It's a word urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brinporter:508 2005-03-22T05:34:18Z 2005-03-22T05:34:18Z bonobo - scuba You break the law, I break the moon, you go to jail, the waves stop soon<br />You call it love, I call it cheese, 'cause love tastes good, but you laugh at me<br />You took a hit, I bit my mind, while you got high, my body died<br />You bled a bit, my blood has dried, you turned to water, I turned to wine<br />You bit my toungue, right off my face, I licked your heart, it had no taste<br />You sing a song, I talk a tune, about the law, and a broken moon