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Home » Archives » March 2006 » Bullet sandwich


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03/24/2006: "Bullet sandwich"

My new 'theme song' of sorts. As always, Mike Muir tends to put things in the most direct and simple way possible:

"Don't you give me give me give me your borrowed time
Don't you give me give me give me your recycled line
Who do you think you are? You must think you're something

"Don't you give me give me give me you're here to help me
Got to get with the program, I don't need no charity
I don't need shit and you ain't nothing

"And if I made a perfect world you'd be gone

"Don't give me give me give me your misguided help
Don't give me your nothin', I can do it myself
Well I don't want shit and I don't need nothing

"Don't you give me give me give me your look of concern
I don't need your meddling when you gonna learn
Well you ain't shit and you ain't nothin'

"Well I just made my perfect world-oops you're gone
Well now you know what it feels like not to belong-so long
So don't you give me give me give me your nothing-no

"Don't give me your second-hand sympathy
Don't give me your nothin', just let me be
Who do you think you are? You must think you're something

"Don't you give me give me give me your worried tone
You can't fool me with that crap just leave me alone
And I don't need it, I don't need nothing

"Now I have a perfect world, now you're gone-oh oh oh
Don't give me your nothin', don't give me your nothin'

"Don't give me give me give me that "What did I do?"
You don't have to do nothing, you're just being you
I'll tell you why, you ain't nothing

"If you make your perfect world you will find
The only place that's perfect is in your mind
What's perfect for you is like a hell for me
Two perfect worlds, it just cannot possibly be-oh oh oh oh
Don't give me your nothin'

"Don't give me give me give me your 'I'll be there'
I don't believe how you lie, you don't care
Don't give me your shit, don't give me your nothin'

"Don't give me give me give me your 'I love you'
They just are words and the words ain't true
You're full of shit, your words mean nothing

"And I just made my perfect world, now you're gone
And in my perfect world your perfect world don't belong-so long

"No no-don't give me your nothin'"


Replies: 2 comments


on Friday, March 24th, Christie said:

Hmmm. Interesting post for today.


on Saturday, March 25th, Ophelia in her madness said:

Him:
Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
But that's all I need
Don't build your world around, volcanoes melt you down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea

Her:
Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need?
Don't drag my love around volcanoes melt me down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for

Him:
What I give to you
Is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for

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