One Thousand Cuts
- robynmackenzie
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One Thousand Cuts
One Thousand Cuts
Robyn Mackenzie
I saw my own shadow
I looked out the window
I walked on a rainbow
I wailed like a widow
I'm free as a spider
I'm still as a boulder
A horse and its rider
A nun and a soldier
Ooh, ooh
On my skin there have been one thousand cuts
And I know that I'm not what I was
Now my body is covered in love
Covered in love
I climbed up a mountain
I sang to the sunrise
I drank from the fountain
Of tears from a firefly
I'm dancing in starlight
I'm dreaming in color
I'm claiming my birthright
I'm feeding another
Ooh, ooh
On my skin there have been one thousand cuts
And I know that I'm not what I was
Now my body is covered in love
Covered in love
On my skin there have been one thousand cuts
And I know that I'm not what I was
Now my body is covered in love
Covered in love
Covered in love
Covered in love
Robyn Mackenzie
I saw my own shadow
I looked out the window
I walked on a rainbow
I wailed like a widow
I'm free as a spider
I'm still as a boulder
A horse and its rider
A nun and a soldier
Ooh, ooh
On my skin there have been one thousand cuts
And I know that I'm not what I was
Now my body is covered in love
Covered in love
I climbed up a mountain
I sang to the sunrise
I drank from the fountain
Of tears from a firefly
I'm dancing in starlight
I'm dreaming in color
I'm claiming my birthright
I'm feeding another
Ooh, ooh
On my skin there have been one thousand cuts
And I know that I'm not what I was
Now my body is covered in love
Covered in love
On my skin there have been one thousand cuts
And I know that I'm not what I was
Now my body is covered in love
Covered in love
Covered in love
Covered in love
- TVsKyle
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
One Thousand Cuts
TV's Kyle
Hey, there are 1000 cuts
But I only asked for three.
That’s a difference of 997 cuts.
And I want those for free.
I don’t want to be a jerk about this
But I gave you directions
I shouldn’t have to shell out more
Because of your imperfections.
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
Hey, there are 1000 cuts
It’s more than was desired
Following instructions
Just isn’t how you’re wired
I thought we made a connection
Thought we saw eye to eye
If you want 3 little cuts
don’t come to this guy.
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
Cut, print, and that’s a wrap
That’s all you had to do
Cut, print, and that’s a wrap
That’s all I asked of you
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
TV's Kyle
Hey, there are 1000 cuts
But I only asked for three.
That’s a difference of 997 cuts.
And I want those for free.
I don’t want to be a jerk about this
But I gave you directions
I shouldn’t have to shell out more
Because of your imperfections.
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
Hey, there are 1000 cuts
It’s more than was desired
Following instructions
Just isn’t how you’re wired
I thought we made a connection
Thought we saw eye to eye
If you want 3 little cuts
don’t come to this guy.
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
Cut, print, and that’s a wrap
That’s all you had to do
Cut, print, and that’s a wrap
That’s all I asked of you
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
1000 cuts
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for this
-Kyle A. Carrozza
http://TVsKyle.bandcamp.com
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- jpnickolas
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
One Thousand Cuts
Lyrics courtesy of my girlfriend this week.
They say a thousand cuts spells death
I’m teetering at triple nines
I should have said more sooner
When I had time and it was fine
I’m bleeding out the bitterness
With every little pain
Go on, please injure me
One last cut to set me free
Now I’m bleeding bitterness
And everything’s the same
Let me have that injury
To set me off and set me free
I know you can’t prevent them all
We’re stuck here waiting for the fall
On the precipice of break
Waiting for that last mistake
I’m bleeding out the bitterness
from every little pain
Go on, please injure me
One last cut to set me free
Now I’m bleeding bitterness
And everything’s the same
Let me have that injury
To set me off
Maybe you think
You think I’m to blame
But I’ve got no more
No more skin left
No skin left in this game
No, it’s been too long to trust
No, it’s all too much to heal
Yes, I told you, you ignored me
Now I’m gone
How’s that first cut feel?
Lyrics courtesy of my girlfriend this week.
They say a thousand cuts spells death
I’m teetering at triple nines
I should have said more sooner
When I had time and it was fine
I’m bleeding out the bitterness
With every little pain
Go on, please injure me
One last cut to set me free
Now I’m bleeding bitterness
And everything’s the same
Let me have that injury
To set me off and set me free
I know you can’t prevent them all
We’re stuck here waiting for the fall
On the precipice of break
Waiting for that last mistake
I’m bleeding out the bitterness
from every little pain
Go on, please injure me
One last cut to set me free
Now I’m bleeding bitterness
And everything’s the same
Let me have that injury
To set me off
Maybe you think
You think I’m to blame
But I’ve got no more
No more skin left
No skin left in this game
No, it’s been too long to trust
No, it’s all too much to heal
Yes, I told you, you ignored me
Now I’m gone
How’s that first cut feel?
- mholland
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
One Thousand Cuts - Night Sky
I am the man in the photograph
Standing still as a tree at the trunk
A dead-eyed forest monk
Holding tight for all eternity
To that illusion of authority
Wasting time I’ll never get back
Took one thousand cuts to take me down
And I struck each blow myself
I love the way you stood your ground
Still, sometimes I wish you’d gone for help
It was you behind the camera
Smiling as you called baby please
Come back home to me
While I was lost to my own anger
And in your love saw only danger
I admired your stamina, your guts
Took one thousand cuts to take me down
And I struck each blow myself
I love the way you stood your ground
Still, sometimes I wish you’d gone for help
In Liam’s smiling eyes and laugh
His mama’s face is alive again
The boy is nearly ten.
I ain’t the mothering kind
But I think we do just fine
And he lit the fire that burned my ax
Took one thousand cuts to take me down
And I struck each blow myself
I love the way you stood your ground
Still, sometimes I wish you’d gone for help
I am the man in the photograph
Standing still as a tree at the trunk
A dead-eyed forest monk
Holding tight for all eternity
To that illusion of authority
Wasting time I’ll never get back
Took one thousand cuts to take me down
And I struck each blow myself
I love the way you stood your ground
Still, sometimes I wish you’d gone for help
It was you behind the camera
Smiling as you called baby please
Come back home to me
While I was lost to my own anger
And in your love saw only danger
I admired your stamina, your guts
Took one thousand cuts to take me down
And I struck each blow myself
I love the way you stood your ground
Still, sometimes I wish you’d gone for help
In Liam’s smiling eyes and laugh
His mama’s face is alive again
The boy is nearly ten.
I ain’t the mothering kind
But I think we do just fine
And he lit the fire that burned my ax
Took one thousand cuts to take me down
And I struck each blow myself
I love the way you stood your ground
Still, sometimes I wish you’d gone for help
Night Sky is Sally on lyrics, Steve on drums, and Matt on the other stuff
- lichenthroat
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
One Thousand Cuts
Lichen Throat
I wrote a book about tennis and drugs,
Experimental films and Canadian thugs.
Two feet of pages and more to add;
It starts and ends in the Year of Glad.
I’ve got to make one thousand cuts
Before I send this in,
But when the book is open and shut,
It’ll still be far from thin.
You won’t tell him what you think
Until you mark it up with red ink.
Your writing hand is getting blisters,
But you liked that part about Blood Sister.
You’ve got to make one thousand cuts
Before this goes to print
But when the book is open and shut,
You’ve got to pay the rent.
I write, you edit, he publishes.
He’s a VP at Little, Brown.
Little round glasses and a permanent frown.
He thinks the footnotes are way too long
And the guys in Arizona don’t belong.
He’s got to make one thousand cuts;
He knows just what it needs.
But when the book is open and shut
It’ll be this year’s hot read.
Lichen Throat
I wrote a book about tennis and drugs,
Experimental films and Canadian thugs.
Two feet of pages and more to add;
It starts and ends in the Year of Glad.
I’ve got to make one thousand cuts
Before I send this in,
But when the book is open and shut,
It’ll still be far from thin.
You won’t tell him what you think
Until you mark it up with red ink.
Your writing hand is getting blisters,
But you liked that part about Blood Sister.
You’ve got to make one thousand cuts
Before this goes to print
But when the book is open and shut,
You’ve got to pay the rent.
I write, you edit, he publishes.
He’s a VP at Little, Brown.
Little round glasses and a permanent frown.
He thinks the footnotes are way too long
And the guys in Arizona don’t belong.
He’s got to make one thousand cuts;
He knows just what it needs.
But when the book is open and shut
It’ll be this year’s hot read.
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- thehipcola
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
One Thousand Cuts
thehipcola
One thousand cuts in her skin
and the wind blows hot and dry
That same wind blows through dying ..
trees, birds fall out of the sky
One thousand scars
well represent this family's lies
So we try, oh we cry
Her damage comes from our raised hand
we till, toil, rape the fields and why?!!
This heinous race we can't possibly win
we kill the soil, the seas will boil, it's all a lie....
One thousand scars
well represent this family's plight
So we try, oh we cry
One thousand scars
what will it take to see the light
oh we'll try, please try......
thehipcola
One thousand cuts in her skin
and the wind blows hot and dry
That same wind blows through dying ..
trees, birds fall out of the sky
One thousand scars
well represent this family's lies
So we try, oh we cry
Her damage comes from our raised hand
we till, toil, rape the fields and why?!!
This heinous race we can't possibly win
we kill the soil, the seas will boil, it's all a lie....
One thousand scars
well represent this family's plight
So we try, oh we cry
One thousand scars
what will it take to see the light
oh we'll try, please try......
- crumpart
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
One Thousand Cuts
Hot Pink Halo
***
Your knife
Curves and slices
Straight into that heart
Cutting patterns and
Throwing light
Into places dark and dim
Hidden by the night
Before you made
One thousand cuts
My knife
Curves and slices
Straight into your heart
Cutting patterns and
Throwing light
Into places dark and dim
Hidden by the night
Before I made
One thousand cuts
That knife
Curves and slices
Straight into each heart
Cutting patterns and
Throwing light
Into places dark and dim
Hidden by the night
Before it made
One thousand cuts
Hot Pink Halo
***
Your knife
Curves and slices
Straight into that heart
Cutting patterns and
Throwing light
Into places dark and dim
Hidden by the night
Before you made
One thousand cuts
My knife
Curves and slices
Straight into your heart
Cutting patterns and
Throwing light
Into places dark and dim
Hidden by the night
Before I made
One thousand cuts
That knife
Curves and slices
Straight into each heart
Cutting patterns and
Throwing light
Into places dark and dim
Hidden by the night
Before it made
One thousand cuts
Devil’s got me Lindt! Devil’s got me Lindt!
- king_arthur
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
There I was at the front of the line
I got there at three; it said they opened at nine
My favorite band right there in my neighborhood
I wanted to be close, up where the music is good
When I got to the window and asked them "what have you got?"
They said the closest I get was somewhere in the parking lot.
It's like a thousand scalpers cut in the line
And they got the good seats that should have been mine
I got no connections, this is just nuts
A thousand cheaters got one thousand cuts.
Now if I was rich I guess I could go hunt
For the seats I wanted up way up in the front
But that would require lotsa cash in my sack
And I'm just a poor boy, so I'm up here in the back
General admission - it's a thing of the past
It's like it says in the Bible - the first shall be last
(chorus)
I remember the days when the first to the show
Would be standing in front of the jerks with the dough
In those days the music was there for the fans
Now it's supply and demand.
(chorus twice)
I got there at three; it said they opened at nine
My favorite band right there in my neighborhood
I wanted to be close, up where the music is good
When I got to the window and asked them "what have you got?"
They said the closest I get was somewhere in the parking lot.
It's like a thousand scalpers cut in the line
And they got the good seats that should have been mine
I got no connections, this is just nuts
A thousand cheaters got one thousand cuts.
Now if I was rich I guess I could go hunt
For the seats I wanted up way up in the front
But that would require lotsa cash in my sack
And I'm just a poor boy, so I'm up here in the back
General admission - it's a thing of the past
It's like it says in the Bible - the first shall be last
(chorus)
I remember the days when the first to the show
Would be standing in front of the jerks with the dough
In those days the music was there for the fans
Now it's supply and demand.
(chorus twice)
"...one does not write in dactylic hexameter purely by accident..." - poetic designs
- Duncan
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
A Thousand Cuts
D Martin
Why’d you have to water it down and make a thousand cuts?
I saw you replace the cashews with some peanuts
Make it a shell of what it once had been
Throw the rest in the garbage tin
Did you even try
You say we can trim the fat and peel back the foil
Go ahead and cut the mayo with canola oil.
Sprinkle some pellets in the garden soils
If the water’s bad, give it a boil
Makes me want to cry
Why, you can slice it thin, and take it line by line
Then you go and stitch it up, just like Frankenstein
A million ways to undermine
Run out the clock and waste our time
Just to watch it die
You see a couple of dems they had a couple of friends
Who use a couple of means to get a couple of ends
So we ask ‘em polite if they possibly might
Be willing to budge if the conditions are right
And they say …...
**Joe Manchin being a total douchebag**
Water it down remove the guts
Kill the bill with a thousand cuts
Dilute the soup but increase the troops
Include a hole for every loop
Remove the frills the affordable pills
Restrict the scripts that your health plan fills
Don’t go taxing the rich man’s will
We know what’s best on capital hill.
Prune it on back with a thousand cuts,
Mix the yayo with some chalk dust
Bleed it dry till its just a crust
Then salt it down and watch it rust
Velveeta cheese instead of cheddar
The Bayu’s just getting wetter and wetter
Only John Deere can repair that tedder
We’re building back lets hope it's better?
D Martin
Why’d you have to water it down and make a thousand cuts?
I saw you replace the cashews with some peanuts
Make it a shell of what it once had been
Throw the rest in the garbage tin
Did you even try
You say we can trim the fat and peel back the foil
Go ahead and cut the mayo with canola oil.
Sprinkle some pellets in the garden soils
If the water’s bad, give it a boil
Makes me want to cry
Why, you can slice it thin, and take it line by line
Then you go and stitch it up, just like Frankenstein
A million ways to undermine
Run out the clock and waste our time
Just to watch it die
You see a couple of dems they had a couple of friends
Who use a couple of means to get a couple of ends
So we ask ‘em polite if they possibly might
Be willing to budge if the conditions are right
And they say …...
**Joe Manchin being a total douchebag**
Water it down remove the guts
Kill the bill with a thousand cuts
Dilute the soup but increase the troops
Include a hole for every loop
Remove the frills the affordable pills
Restrict the scripts that your health plan fills
Don’t go taxing the rich man’s will
We know what’s best on capital hill.
Prune it on back with a thousand cuts,
Mix the yayo with some chalk dust
Bleed it dry till its just a crust
Then salt it down and watch it rust
Velveeta cheese instead of cheddar
The Bayu’s just getting wetter and wetter
Only John Deere can repair that tedder
We’re building back lets hope it's better?
- the panna cotta army
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Re: One Thousand Cuts
A bit late with these...
Standing in a line
Where are all the jobs gone
Everywhere are shops closing down
I better get used
To the same horizon
Cos there isn't any future in this town
We're heading nowhere
No one’s gotta plan that’ll come to much
We're falling backwards
Living in the age of one thousand cuts
Looking for a break
Looking for an angle
But everything I touch turns to dust
Nothing adds up
I can’t get any answers
And there’s no one left you can trust
We're heading nowhere
One door opens but another shuts
We're falling backwards
Living in the age of one thousand cuts
The purse is empty
The mirror’s cracked
Running on empty
There’s no way back
I can’t see ahead
The system’s broken
The numbers are all coming down
I can't believe I put the word empty in the middle eight twice and didn't notice even when I sang it!
What am I like?
Standing in a line
Where are all the jobs gone
Everywhere are shops closing down
I better get used
To the same horizon
Cos there isn't any future in this town
We're heading nowhere
No one’s gotta plan that’ll come to much
We're falling backwards
Living in the age of one thousand cuts
Looking for a break
Looking for an angle
But everything I touch turns to dust
Nothing adds up
I can’t get any answers
And there’s no one left you can trust
We're heading nowhere
One door opens but another shuts
We're falling backwards
Living in the age of one thousand cuts
The purse is empty
The mirror’s cracked
Running on empty
There’s no way back
I can’t see ahead
The system’s broken
The numbers are all coming down
I can't believe I put the word empty in the middle eight twice and didn't notice even when I sang it!
What am I like?