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Found Out Over Facebook I told you I'd stop writing lonely songsFound Out Over Facebook by ~77th-Brigade
If you'd help me to write happy ones
In reply you sighed and said
"I'll never be nothing more
But I'll always be your friend"
I sighed too, complied and tried
To get one with my life
And I did
Spending not more than an hour every day
Thinking of ways
To bring you back
Because nothing isn't very much
And friend's a term with a lot of slack
But I digress
I suggested to myself that moving on
Was a formula to make my matters happier;
Well meeting indie girls is hard
The internet's too awkward
And you can't keep going into someone's work for long
Before they're convinced you're just a sta


Angel Eyes You were the first oneAngel Eyes by ~77th-Brigade
On the open mic that night
I thought I might like
To get to know you better
And by the time you broke out that horn
I knew that I'd break down doors to get to you
Every note you played leading me astray
And laying me to waste while my night wasted away
You played show tunes
Some old and some new
Some jazz and some blues
And I felt like I knew you
By the time you got to the spoken word
I felt like I'd heard enough
But just when I thought that I'd prepared
You dared to come right out and sing
Then everything went beautiful
Not white, not black, just gorgeous
I was soaring on your crescendos
And you wer


Lovely Lisa Lovely LisaLovely Lisa by ~77th-Brigade
Would like to meet you
But only if you have a treat for meat
Or if you please, a tease
Oh lovely Lisa
Would gladly fleece you
But only if somehow you'd wronged her
That is simply just the way her father
Raised her
This lovely girl
Could rule the world
If every wrong suffered in childhood
Could be transfused to right
And made good in titles spanning countries
Lovely Lisa
Can't bear the thought
Of every little thing she'll ever love
Simply turning to rot
So lovely Lisa
Will make it right
By never making love
But quickly fucking through the nights
Oh lovely Lisa
Oh pretty little hand-me-down
You've got the inn


Ambidextrous AmbidextrousAmbidextrous by ~77th-Brigade
I'm never "the right guy"
But I can always be what's left
And while that may seem a bit defeatist
I think it's the best way to be
See, rather than suffer the insecurity
Of always having to be prepared
I can simply stare off into the distance and say "Oh?
And then what happened?"
Which will be followed by a full length feature
Of the various harrowing wrongs remedied by Mr. Right
The next night following full of spite for Right
Who, redundantly, has worked a way
To go from Right to "Really?"
Speedily changing from white knight
To not-even-worth-fighting-for
Because fighting with has been getting old
And while I ca


A Fucking Mess You must excuse me my anxiety attacksA Fucking Mess by ~77th-Brigade
Lately, I've been holding back
Hoping
That all I've bottled up
Will create more monkeys on my back
Because then: At least I feel something
Opposed to nothing
A neutering neutrality
That often times
Strangles me
And all I hope to be
In lieu of something flattering
Someone that's worth remembering
And I must say
Of white queens
You are
The most
Demeaning
Not that
It is
That hard
To find others defeating
ME!
I hope to procreate
With something that will facilitate
My crushing need for being me
Neurosis spoiling loves to be
I can't be me
If I'll be free
I'll be free of being me
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