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00001001: John Wayne Gracy Jr by Sufjan StevensCategory: (general)
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
05:08:24 PM (GMT)
the track, not much else to say! I like it a lot, and Trivavavavavooth seems to
like it too!

Here, have some lyrics:
    His father was a drinker And his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's t-shirts When the swingset hit his head The neighbors they adored him For his humor and his conversation Look underneath the house there Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep Oh, the dead Twenty-seven people Even more, they were boys With their cars, summer jobs Oh my God Are you one of them? He dressed up like a clown for them With his face paint white and red And on his best behavior In a dark room on the bed He kissed them all He'd kill ten thousand people With a sleight of his hand Running far, running fast to the dead He took off all their clothes for them He put a cloth on their lips Quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth And in my best behavior I am really just like him Look beneath the floor boards For the secrets I have hid
And I think... I think he's just good enough for me to ignore the fact that some of his music is Christian music >_> More to come soon. I have another track I wish to put up, should be interersting...

‹Ambreen› says:   9 September 2008   638567  
Christian music?!?!

But I do like it a lot. ^_^
neoeno says:   9 September 2008   766425  
Yeah >_> It means I have to avoid looking through the songmeanings
page because there are a bunch of Christians there monopolising the
meanings :|

Not that I have anything against Christians... :P
saralyn247 says :   9 September 2008   686699  
Great song... I like it a lot actually. ^^


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