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Bethlehem Steel

Failing A Little Less Each Time. 

15 June 2005

15:45 - I'm On My Rollerblades Weaving Through Space

Ok, the Coldplay backlash is in full effect, blah, blah, but nothing has been worth the ctrl+C, ctrl+V until this:



PLEASE HELP COLDPLAY WRITE ANOTHER SONG
By using 1 (one) of the words or phrases in capital letters each time you encounter a series of them below.

If YOU'RE, I'M, WE'RE ever SAD, LONELY, HAPPY, GRAY, BLUE then you can CALL ON ME TO LEAD YOU, VOMIT, HOPE, WANDER towards MY HEART, THE SHORE, OUTER SPACE and LOVE, FIGGY PUDDING, ANAL SEX, CUDDLING will GUIDE, LEAD, FOLLOW, PULL you through.

And LIFE, THE WORLD, MY HEART is a WHEEL, TOP, COMPLICATED THING that keeps on CHURNING, SPINNING, BREAKING DOWN but we must have HOPE, BELIEF, PRIDE to make us WARM, DRY, SAFE, so COME WITH ME, I'M NOT GONNA PAY A LOT FOR THIS MUFFLER, HOLD ON.

now sing LAHHV, NUHWHOO, AGHAAA, in falsetto for three minutes...

The RHYME, FOOL, TRUTH is a RIVER, MOUNTAIN, VALLEY and my HEAD, ARMS, LEGS, HEART is/are WEARY, WARM, PURE, OPEN and the FUTURE, MOON, SUN, STARS are not BROKEN, CLOSED, MISSING so GRAB, HOLD ON, REACH for THEM, ME, IT if you CAN, WANT, WILL.

I know I was WRONG, RIGHT, HATED BY JON PARELES, A BIT OF A PONCE ACTUALLY, A STUDENT, but if JON PARELES, YOU, MY FANS, I could just BELIEVE, ENDURE ANOTHER SONG, MAKE TRADE FREE, ENROLL IN THE FAN CLUB then HOPE, LIES THESE LYRICS, GWYNETH would set you FREE, UP FOR A LENGTHY PRISON TERM, OFF TO THE RECORD STORE TO BUY MORE OF MY MUSIC.

I'm on my KNEES, ACHILLE'S TENDONS, ROLLERBLADES, weaving through THE SAND, SPACE, YOUR FEELINGS, and I WROTE A SONG, PHONED YOUR PARENTS, STILL BELIEVE, in/about YOU, ME, US and it was called YELLOW, OLD YELLER, SKULLS, WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE.

So give me TRUTH, MORE TOFFEE, REST, PEACE, COMFORT & JOY x2, and...

MWHAAA, HERUUU, GUHLAAAH,

repeat 16x.

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Blogger reckless said...

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Blogger annie said...

nilay, i'm going to france this weekend so you'll have to try next time. your illegal spanish dancing story was great. also, you don't even need recreational drugs.  


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