27/2/10
22/2/10
21/2/10
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story
But I'm going to tell it again
So many other people try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end
It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank god he didn't own a gun
Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn't see his brother but there was his mother
With her red-headed head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Trying to choke the man
Billy looked up from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
The priest was putting up the fight of his life
But he was old and he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
The preacher lying there in the room
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage, took it up
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
That got delivered every morning at nine
Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
He turned around and put the lock on the door
He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"
"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
"He's been paying all the bills for years"
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
Just then, his little brother came in
Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing
Well now you heard another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends?
If you must know, the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman
But I'm going to tell it again
So many other people try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end
It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank god he didn't own a gun
Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn't see his brother but there was his mother
With her red-headed head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Trying to choke the man
Billy looked up from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
The priest was putting up the fight of his life
But he was old and he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
The preacher lying there in the room
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage, took it up
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
That got delivered every morning at nine
Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
He turned around and put the lock on the door
He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"
"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
"He's been paying all the bills for years"
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
Just then, his little brother came in
Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing
Well now you heard another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends?
If you must know, the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman
11/2/10
Mark Leash - Walking Out Of Hell OUT NOW
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www.myspace.com/markleashfrommichigan
Gracias a todos.
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o
www.myspace.com/markleashfrommichigan
Gracias a todos.
8/2/10
B: How you're holding on, kid?
A: Terribly.
B: You're kidding me.
A: No, seriously. All this stuff is driving me crazy.
B: Whats wrong, then?
A: She and She.
B: Ah, those two again.
A: Indeed, but they've never encountered at the same time. It's a first.
B: I see... whats the deal?
A: Ok, so we know the first one is mad, right?
B: Right
A: But now she returned, god knows why, wanting to check things. I mean, just like that, you know? like nothing ever happened before.
B: Bitch
A: That's what i said.
B: So what are you gonna do?
A: Let her.
B: Wait, you sure?
A: Yes. I've gave it a thought. My conclusion is that theres only quite a few reasons for this behaviour. So i plan to dig this up and uncover the truth. See what happens.
B: Sounds good. And dangerous. Ok, so we got that one, how about She?
A: Well, this other one... i don't know.
B: She doesn't give a fuck about you.
A: No!...well... i really don't know. Of course i shouldn't think that but... she really doesn't seems to give a fuck.
B: Frustrating, ain't it?
A: You have absolutley no idea. If she loves me like she says she does, then what the fuck!?. Another thing, shes hiding stuff from me!
B: like, bad stuff?
A: No, no. Things, you know?. Everyday stuff. About her life. It makes me feel so...
B: like someone beat the crap out of you and make you feel like a douche?
A: Yeah. That's it. Nailed It
B: Thank you.
A: She doesn't give a shit, so it seems.
B: And what are you gonna do?
A: Keep breathing. I don't know. Let her live her life.
B: As long as you don't kill yourself
A: I won't, i promise. Thanks
B: Anytime, kid.
fragmento de "un muchacho y su conciencia.". Un libro que no existe.
A: Terribly.
B: You're kidding me.
A: No, seriously. All this stuff is driving me crazy.
B: Whats wrong, then?
A: She and She.
B: Ah, those two again.
A: Indeed, but they've never encountered at the same time. It's a first.
B: I see... whats the deal?
A: Ok, so we know the first one is mad, right?
B: Right
A: But now she returned, god knows why, wanting to check things. I mean, just like that, you know? like nothing ever happened before.
B: Bitch
A: That's what i said.
B: So what are you gonna do?
A: Let her.
B: Wait, you sure?
A: Yes. I've gave it a thought. My conclusion is that theres only quite a few reasons for this behaviour. So i plan to dig this up and uncover the truth. See what happens.
B: Sounds good. And dangerous. Ok, so we got that one, how about She?
A: Well, this other one... i don't know.
B: She doesn't give a fuck about you.
A: No!...well... i really don't know. Of course i shouldn't think that but... she really doesn't seems to give a fuck.
B: Frustrating, ain't it?
A: You have absolutley no idea. If she loves me like she says she does, then what the fuck!?. Another thing, shes hiding stuff from me!
B: like, bad stuff?
A: No, no. Things, you know?. Everyday stuff. About her life. It makes me feel so...
B: like someone beat the crap out of you and make you feel like a douche?
A: Yeah. That's it. Nailed It
B: Thank you.
A: She doesn't give a shit, so it seems.
B: And what are you gonna do?
A: Keep breathing. I don't know. Let her live her life.
B: As long as you don't kill yourself
A: I won't, i promise. Thanks
B: Anytime, kid.
fragmento de "un muchacho y su conciencia.". Un libro que no existe.
7/2/10
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