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Title: ;; Sentimenal J O H N N Y
Description: it's plotshitte, bebe


Patrick Davis - October 1, 2007 02:21 AM (GMT)

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Lookin' down through a tide of no return
Is a field where the crops no longer grow
Parched is the land, strangled an' be damned
There for the Grace Of God Go I

Down beside where the riverbed sleeps
Is a man not knowin' what he should feel
Mocked by the wave that beats the waters edge
There for the Grace Of God Go I

If I ever hurt another like thee again
I would drown myself beneath your name
Lost was the child, we all once did hide
There for the Grace Of God Go I




;; EVERYDOG has its d a y
friends and accomplices

Stuck on limbo bridge aquiantence
Build a bridge or maybe two friend
Singin' drunken lullabies good friend
Together undivided but forever we'll be free partner in crime[0/2]
For the summer that was lost, now is gone since childhood
Choking on woodbine, cigarettes just kill the time friends by association
Johnny strummed his Tommy gun left blastin' through the ceiling fake
On his lips, was a taste he forgets his hopes were filled with sand mentor


;; ON THE QUEEN anne's r e v e n g e
the latest cancer


Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o next to me
flirt
Half the clouds are empty, so the sun burst through the sky fling
So i lead my poor heart to the slaughter crush [onPat]
In my dreams they come to me whispering of peace crush [onYou]
The seed that we've sewn now reachs for the sky mutual
Pour me all your sorrows, and I'll drink til you are dry current
Take my world, leave the soul, shake the prayer, do not let go betrothed/final

WITH A WONDER and wild d e s i r e
the cheapest cure

I don't eat I just devour, everyone in every hour physical attraction
Feel the words from my lips, to your harsh finger tips lust
Could have danced on the sun but the world came undone forbidden
before they come to break down the door secret
All is me, is all I need and that's all that I care cheated on [specify]
lost like a slave that no man could free obsession
Happy ever after, till the tide ran out again past [good]
If I ever see the likes of you again past [bad]

COME HELL or water h i g h
the enemies

Walk around me not before me ignore
I'll pretend not to ignore ye annoyance
Don't get your bollocks in a twist settle down, don't take a fit dislike
I'll wait for you till I turn blue there's nothin' more a man can do hate
Smellin' like a Salty Dog Back from Hell where you belong loathing
Must it take a life for hateful eyes enemy by politics
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess enemy by choice

;; WELL THE tree branches m u l t i p l y
the family

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, raise what's left of the flag for me mother
It's been so long, since we lost our daddy-o sibling
fickle names go with fickle games, pass the grog other
Ye eat the food, Ye hog the couch... hello brovva might as well be family

QUOTE

keep it in the family italian mafia
go from coast to coast latin mafia
raise what's left of the flag irish mafia
don't mind a little warfare russian mafia
keep the anarchy under wraps law enforcement
caught in the crossfire civillian
act for the rosary saint
Sheep of Wolves phony saint


CODE

[b]name;;[/b]
[b]age;;[/b]
[b]alliance;;[/b] (mafia, law inforcement?)
[b]rank;;[/b] (where you stand, i.e. boss, underboss, officer, detective....)
[b]relationship;;[/b]
[b]Actor name;;[/b] (who portrays your character)
[b]history;;[/b] (first person plzkthnx)
[b]other;;[/b] (plot ideas? threadage? lemme know here)


*Lyrics courtesy of flogging Molly

Patrick Davis - October 1, 2007 02:22 AM (GMT)
PLACE HOLDER

Marie Davis - October 2, 2007 11:38 PM (GMT)
name;; Marie Davis
age;; 19
alliance;; Irish style.
rank;; The Midget on Top. (Not an innuendo, patty y'bastard)
relationship;;

{For the summer that was lost, now is gone
{It's been so long, since we lost our daddy-o

Actor name;; Lena Katina (Feel free to pilfer an av-tard)
history;; "If y'don' remember me, gonna haveta fockin' smack the brains right back inter ya head. Always knew ya loved me, Patty-Cakes, and you'd better believe I'm gonna get away callin' you that. You been there since my birth, lit'rally, so you'd better damn well remember your little sister. Seeya later, sweet prince."
other;; She just came home from Ireland and he's trying to groom her for boss-dom.




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