Checkered Past
- gizo
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Checkered Past
checkered past - gizo, et al
when we met
I was only a dream
in your head
and you were singing Springsteen
I tried
to manifest every night
when you’d hide
another angle and slide
I could be your checkered past
Give you reason to run, run, run from this tidy town
I could be your checkered past
The one thing that you can’t let go of
The one thing that you can’t show off
Oh oh....
when you spread
my message all over town
there’s no way
that you’d be welcome back now
U-turn…
I could be your checkered past
Give you reason to run, run, run from this tidy town
I could be your checkered past
The one thing that you can’t let go of
The one thing that you can’t show off
Oh oh....
when we met
I was only a dream
in your head
and you were singing Springsteen
I tried
to manifest every night
when you’d hide
another angle and slide
I could be your checkered past
Give you reason to run, run, run from this tidy town
I could be your checkered past
The one thing that you can’t let go of
The one thing that you can’t show off
Oh oh....
when you spread
my message all over town
there’s no way
that you’d be welcome back now
U-turn…
I could be your checkered past
Give you reason to run, run, run from this tidy town
I could be your checkered past
The one thing that you can’t let go of
The one thing that you can’t show off
Oh oh....
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- Æpplês&vØdkã
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Re: Checkered Past
Phlebia
We played checkers in the past
So many years since I saw you last
We'd make the rules and
Go anywhere we pleased
We played checkers in the past
‘95 or 6 or 7
What’s the use of keeping track
When there’s no contact for so long
She’s got a checkered past
11 years since I saw her last
40 and 77
May 2008
We played checkers in the past
When they repainted the theater
Couldn’t see vendetta but
Got one anyway
She’s got a checkered past
Our fabric’s hardly colorfast
It’s nearly midnight now you know
Why there's no communication
She's got a checkered past
Hypnotism, false confessions
Wish I knew about ten years prior
Why my grandma always called you a
Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar
We played checkers in the past
This detente's everlasting
Is death a treaty or yet
Another dividing line?
We played checkers in the past
Don't remember when I saw you last
It's too bad it's all because we
Should have known that slander came from a liar.
We played checkers in the past
So many years since I saw you last
We'd make the rules and
Go anywhere we pleased
We played checkers in the past
‘95 or 6 or 7
What’s the use of keeping track
When there’s no contact for so long
She’s got a checkered past
11 years since I saw her last
40 and 77
May 2008
We played checkers in the past
When they repainted the theater
Couldn’t see vendetta but
Got one anyway
She’s got a checkered past
Our fabric’s hardly colorfast
It’s nearly midnight now you know
Why there's no communication
She's got a checkered past
Hypnotism, false confessions
Wish I knew about ten years prior
Why my grandma always called you a
Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar
We played checkers in the past
This detente's everlasting
Is death a treaty or yet
Another dividing line?
We played checkers in the past
Don't remember when I saw you last
It's too bad it's all because we
Should have known that slander came from a liar.
Last edited by Æpplês&vØdkã on Fri Jan 03, 2020 11:05 am, edited 1 time in total.
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- Pigfarmer Jr
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Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past
Evil Grin
I heard the stories they would tell
How you put them all through hell
Acting so sincere
Before you’d go and disappear
Then you did the same to me
With no apology
You walked away
Without a single word to say
I don’t care about your checkered past
Just don’t treat me like the last time
You were here with me
I could barely breathe
You left me
Drowning in the deep…
When I see you on the street
Is it simple chance that we
Should meet again
With you acting like we’re friends?
And when you ask me to stop by
I can’t help but wonder why
You’re here at all
How you even have the gall
I don’t care about your checkered past
Just don’t treat me like the last time
You were here with me
I could barely breathe
You left me
Drowning in the deep end of the pool
You left me feeling like a fool
I don’t care about your checkered past
Just don’t treat me like the last time
You were here with me
I could barely breathe
You left me
Drowning in the deep end of the pool
You left me feeling like a fool
Evil Grin
I heard the stories they would tell
How you put them all through hell
Acting so sincere
Before you’d go and disappear
Then you did the same to me
With no apology
You walked away
Without a single word to say
I don’t care about your checkered past
Just don’t treat me like the last time
You were here with me
I could barely breathe
You left me
Drowning in the deep…
When I see you on the street
Is it simple chance that we
Should meet again
With you acting like we’re friends?
And when you ask me to stop by
I can’t help but wonder why
You’re here at all
How you even have the gall
I don’t care about your checkered past
Just don’t treat me like the last time
You were here with me
I could barely breathe
You left me
Drowning in the deep end of the pool
You left me feeling like a fool
I don’t care about your checkered past
Just don’t treat me like the last time
You were here with me
I could barely breathe
You left me
Drowning in the deep end of the pool
You left me feeling like a fool
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- lichenthroat
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Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past
by Lichen Throat
I had a checkered past; I was a whiz at math.
King of the chess club, I never expressed love.
I strutted and preened, and no girl was my queen.
Always so cruel to those whom I called fools,
Which first set my feet on this crooked path.
When I get to college, I’ll leave you behind;
You can’t touch my superior mind.
Leave me alone; just leave me alone.
This little town was never my home.
I had a checkered past; I had my world collapse.
Ignoring the rules got me kicked out of school.
Found work as a busboy, but I found no joy
wiping the spilled broth from red and white checked cloth
and cleaning up croutons and pizza scraps.
They don’t tip much, and I just get one-fourth.
I’m leaving this town for the great white north.
Leave me alone, just leave me alone.
I’ll feel better when I’m on my own.
I had a checkered past; I was a lumberjack:
Wore nothing but flannels and cut cedar panels.
Covered in sawdust, I left Ottowa just
before the first snowfall. I made a collect call
to ask my old grandpa to take me back.
Take me in; I’ll begin again.
I can forget everything I’ve been.
Leave me alone, just leave me alone.
I’ll be okay once I get home.
by Lichen Throat
I had a checkered past; I was a whiz at math.
King of the chess club, I never expressed love.
I strutted and preened, and no girl was my queen.
Always so cruel to those whom I called fools,
Which first set my feet on this crooked path.
When I get to college, I’ll leave you behind;
You can’t touch my superior mind.
Leave me alone; just leave me alone.
This little town was never my home.
I had a checkered past; I had my world collapse.
Ignoring the rules got me kicked out of school.
Found work as a busboy, but I found no joy
wiping the spilled broth from red and white checked cloth
and cleaning up croutons and pizza scraps.
They don’t tip much, and I just get one-fourth.
I’m leaving this town for the great white north.
Leave me alone, just leave me alone.
I’ll feel better when I’m on my own.
I had a checkered past; I was a lumberjack:
Wore nothing but flannels and cut cedar panels.
Covered in sawdust, I left Ottowa just
before the first snowfall. I made a collect call
to ask my old grandpa to take me back.
Take me in; I’ll begin again.
I can forget everything I’ve been.
Leave me alone, just leave me alone.
I’ll be okay once I get home.
Last edited by lichenthroat on Thu Jan 02, 2020 9:37 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past
miscellaneous owl
So if I confess to a past
Not as nice as my face might suggest
Would you pass
Or just laugh
And cast it off
The mask is gone
I'm tired of pretending to be clean
Why hide the ugliness of the places I've been?
Yeah, same old story
Met a guy online, said he adored me
He pledged his love, and I pledged mine
But I was still in high school
And he was thirty-five
Downtown, cheap hotel
Met him for dinner first
He'd flown across the world
Sitting across from me
He looked so old
And I felt scared
And I wanted to go
The wolf opened its jaws
And let me slip away
And I watched it go
Into the woods again
To hunt another day
Closed my mouth
And let him slip away
miscellaneous owl
So if I confess to a past
Not as nice as my face might suggest
Would you pass
Or just laugh
And cast it off
The mask is gone
I'm tired of pretending to be clean
Why hide the ugliness of the places I've been?
Yeah, same old story
Met a guy online, said he adored me
He pledged his love, and I pledged mine
But I was still in high school
And he was thirty-five
Downtown, cheap hotel
Met him for dinner first
He'd flown across the world
Sitting across from me
He looked so old
And I felt scared
And I wanted to go
The wolf opened its jaws
And let me slip away
And I watched it go
Into the woods again
To hunt another day
Closed my mouth
And let him slip away
- crumpart
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Re: Checkered Past
Chequered Past - Hot Pink Halo
***
You turn the page
You turn away
You turn and turn again and then
You turn to me
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
You shift, unwind
Make up your mind
You read between the lines and then
You cease to be
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
You move at last
Step forward, step fast
You leave your chequered past and find that
You are free
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
***
You turn the page
You turn away
You turn and turn again and then
You turn to me
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
You shift, unwind
Make up your mind
You read between the lines and then
You cease to be
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
You move at last
Step forward, step fast
You leave your chequered past and find that
You are free
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
I really just don't have much clue what
Promises on a life will do but
Swearing on a book will make its pages disappear
Devil’s got me Lindt! Devil’s got me Lindt!
- Paco Del Stinko
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Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past - Paco del Stinko
I checkered past you on the hi-way yeah, so go ahead and king me
I got the moves I got the sonic blast, I'm as cool as a spring breeze
Ooo yeah I got a checkered past
Ooo yeah I'm gonna real fast
I'll do anything to move around you
I leap frog at the supermarket line, so go ahead and sue me
Whole hog it's a party time, oh boy am I a doozy
One time I got busted driving drunk, right around Christmas
The cops gave me the test
But I couldn't pass the litmus
But I never did it again
I hop-scothed by you at the buffet, and I ate all of the shrimp
And even if you got a something to say, well I only hear you speaking chimp
I checkered past you on the hi-way yeah, so go ahead and king me
I got the moves I got the sonic blast, I'm as cool as a spring breeze
Ooo yeah I got a checkered past
Ooo yeah I'm gonna real fast
I'll do anything to move around you
I leap frog at the supermarket line, so go ahead and sue me
Whole hog it's a party time, oh boy am I a doozy
One time I got busted driving drunk, right around Christmas
The cops gave me the test
But I couldn't pass the litmus
But I never did it again
I hop-scothed by you at the buffet, and I ate all of the shrimp
And even if you got a something to say, well I only hear you speaking chimp
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
- glennny
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Re: Checkered Past
DUST PIPE
improvised 20191231
Woody Phillips-Drums
Glen Phillips- Guitars & Vox
Paul Dal Porto- Rhodes
Checkered Past
It was colder in December
Than ever I remembered
I fell into a rabbit hole
The obsessions and habits
Were locked inside the cabinet
I had to break the mold
I had to break the mold
My checkered past
It could not last
I lost my grip
The script was flipped
I got to choose, I got too close, I had to choose
I got too close to the blast
I was young and angry
Confident and cranky
My judgment was a total mess
Got mired in the milieu
Of Can and Mahavishnu
A fusion Krautrocker distressed
If you want to hear the sonnet
I’m throwing down the gauntlet
It might be embarrassing
But that's better than hopeless
Collecting garden cloches
Self-soothing ‘til the uprising
improvised 20191231
Woody Phillips-Drums
Glen Phillips- Guitars & Vox
Paul Dal Porto- Rhodes
Checkered Past
It was colder in December
Than ever I remembered
I fell into a rabbit hole
The obsessions and habits
Were locked inside the cabinet
I had to break the mold
I had to break the mold
My checkered past
It could not last
I lost my grip
The script was flipped
I got to choose, I got too close, I had to choose
I got too close to the blast
I was young and angry
Confident and cranky
My judgment was a total mess
Got mired in the milieu
Of Can and Mahavishnu
A fusion Krautrocker distressed
If you want to hear the sonnet
I’m throwing down the gauntlet
It might be embarrassing
But that's better than hopeless
Collecting garden cloches
Self-soothing ‘til the uprising
Phillipso, Older Brothers, Semolina Pilchards, Zipline , Thank Glennny for the Frisbee, The Odoriferous Valley, The Worldly Self Assurance, Berkeley Social Scene, Very Gentle Knives, Daddy Bop Swing Set, GUNS, The Kraken Lives, Cavedwellers
- glennny
- Jump
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- Location: Castro Valley, California
Re: Checkered Past
The Kraken Lives
Glen and Django Phillips
Checkered Past
Verse 1
There is no hiding place
from the impending doom
The sun will melt your face
if you don’t change your tune
Your timing was misplaced,
you let it go too soon
You don’t enjoy the chase,
your days are filled with gloom
Chorus
Your checkered past, it could not last
It left you in disgrace
You do your best, to pass the tests
But there’s egg on your face
It’s just your luck, they look you up
Your dreams are laid to waste
Your checkered past comes back so fast
Expunge it and leave no trace
Verse 2
You try and muster Trolls,
but you’re not in a Marsh
And when the bones will roll,
your fate is rather harsh
You’ve got colossal goals,
but always miss the mark
Your Titan is your soul,
the fury and the spark
Chorus
Verse 3
Go to the centerboard,
hull up in the mountains
Survival is the score,
your fearful heart is pounding
Chorus
You take your chance once more
and hear the war drums sounding
Your fate opens a door,
you must leave these surroundings
Glen and Django Phillips
Checkered Past
Verse 1
There is no hiding place
from the impending doom
The sun will melt your face
if you don’t change your tune
Your timing was misplaced,
you let it go too soon
You don’t enjoy the chase,
your days are filled with gloom
Chorus
Your checkered past, it could not last
It left you in disgrace
You do your best, to pass the tests
But there’s egg on your face
It’s just your luck, they look you up
Your dreams are laid to waste
Your checkered past comes back so fast
Expunge it and leave no trace
Verse 2
You try and muster Trolls,
but you’re not in a Marsh
And when the bones will roll,
your fate is rather harsh
You’ve got colossal goals,
but always miss the mark
Your Titan is your soul,
the fury and the spark
Chorus
Verse 3
Go to the centerboard,
hull up in the mountains
Survival is the score,
your fearful heart is pounding
Chorus
You take your chance once more
and hear the war drums sounding
Your fate opens a door,
you must leave these surroundings
Phillipso, Older Brothers, Semolina Pilchards, Zipline , Thank Glennny for the Frisbee, The Odoriferous Valley, The Worldly Self Assurance, Berkeley Social Scene, Very Gentle Knives, Daddy Bop Swing Set, GUNS, The Kraken Lives, Cavedwellers
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Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past
CazaroTaro
The leaves are falling at my feet
Reflections are turning bitter sweet
Best intentions gone astray
Follow me crying out: ‘You must pay’
Why did it turn out that way when I just wanted the best
In my checkered past
Moving between dark and light
In my checkered past
I tried to do what seemed right
Shadows evolve and interact
Now changing fiction into fact
Rippling time tumbles in cascade
Things that are done can’t be unmade
Why did it turn out that way when I just wanted the best
In my checkered past
Moving between dark and light
In my checkered past
I tried to do what seemed right
In my checkered past
CazaroTaro
The leaves are falling at my feet
Reflections are turning bitter sweet
Best intentions gone astray
Follow me crying out: ‘You must pay’
Why did it turn out that way when I just wanted the best
In my checkered past
Moving between dark and light
In my checkered past
I tried to do what seemed right
Shadows evolve and interact
Now changing fiction into fact
Rippling time tumbles in cascade
Things that are done can’t be unmade
Why did it turn out that way when I just wanted the best
In my checkered past
Moving between dark and light
In my checkered past
I tried to do what seemed right
In my checkered past
- Geech
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
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Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past
Geech Sorensen
You walked in with a gleam in your eye
My heart jumped out as I put my hands high
I knew right away that you were the one
Two hearts beat a brandished gun
I don’t care at all
About your crimes or checkered past
The bank you robbed last week
Or the carjacks before that
I don’t care at all
If you’re on the wanted list
It’s nothing that can stand
The love behind my kiss
There was electricity in the air
You held me up with extra tender care
Give me a chance to prove that I’m your man
Your crew can’t give what I can
I don’t care at all
About your crimes or checkered past
The legs you broke last week
Or the joyrides that you crashed
I don’t care at all
If you’re living on the run
My love will wash clean
All the dirty things you’ve done
I don’t care at all
About your crimes or checkered past
The bank you robbed last week
Or the carjacks before that
I don’t care at all
If you’re on the wanted list
It’s nothing that can stand
The love behind my kiss
There’s an ounce of hope
That the die has not been cast
My love can save you
From your crimey checkered past
Geech Sorensen
You walked in with a gleam in your eye
My heart jumped out as I put my hands high
I knew right away that you were the one
Two hearts beat a brandished gun
I don’t care at all
About your crimes or checkered past
The bank you robbed last week
Or the carjacks before that
I don’t care at all
If you’re on the wanted list
It’s nothing that can stand
The love behind my kiss
There was electricity in the air
You held me up with extra tender care
Give me a chance to prove that I’m your man
Your crew can’t give what I can
I don’t care at all
About your crimes or checkered past
The legs you broke last week
Or the joyrides that you crashed
I don’t care at all
If you’re living on the run
My love will wash clean
All the dirty things you’ve done
I don’t care at all
About your crimes or checkered past
The bank you robbed last week
Or the carjacks before that
I don’t care at all
If you’re on the wanted list
It’s nothing that can stand
The love behind my kiss
There’s an ounce of hope
That the die has not been cast
My love can save you
From your crimey checkered past
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- WreckdoMelle
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 363
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- Pronouns: she/her
- Location: Austin, TX
- Contact:
Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past - Brown Word and the Big Whine
There were times when I felt like I was outside of my body
Watching somebody else
She looked just like me but there's no way I would do those things
Those terrible things
Chorus:
Forget about me, about my checkered past
I've started over, from the old I'll rise anew
It's all behind me, way back in the checkered past
Forget about me, I'll forget about you
I mean, we've all done things we're not proud of
No one wants to admit they ate an entire lasagna
But it happened
I don't think I can ever wash away the shame
Can you ever wash away the shame?
Chorus.
I'm trying to forget, okay?
What part of moving on don't you understand?
Why can't you people just leave me alone?
Why do you insist on constantly reminding me of these things
these things that somebody else did
that somebody else did
that someone in another life did?
As I sat and wondered what the fuck had come over me
All those years ago
It suddenly came to my mind that a person is many people throughout their lifetime
That's why I prefer to leave my shit in the past
Chorus.
There were times when I felt like I was outside of my body
Watching somebody else
She looked just like me but there's no way I would do those things
Those terrible things
Chorus:
Forget about me, about my checkered past
I've started over, from the old I'll rise anew
It's all behind me, way back in the checkered past
Forget about me, I'll forget about you
I mean, we've all done things we're not proud of
No one wants to admit they ate an entire lasagna
But it happened
I don't think I can ever wash away the shame
Can you ever wash away the shame?
Chorus.
I'm trying to forget, okay?
What part of moving on don't you understand?
Why can't you people just leave me alone?
Why do you insist on constantly reminding me of these things
these things that somebody else did
that somebody else did
that someone in another life did?
As I sat and wondered what the fuck had come over me
All those years ago
It suddenly came to my mind that a person is many people throughout their lifetime
That's why I prefer to leave my shit in the past
Chorus.
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Re: Checkered Past
Checkered Past
Phil Well
We stand in the hallway
and I wish you would stay.
I don't wanna sleep alone.
We run through the first snow.
I feel how the winds blow.
Lonely I've to walk back home.
Somehow you are with me
like a ghost that haunts me.
And my heart is bleeding
when I think about our checkered past again.
We sit at your table
but I am not able
to show what is inside my heart.
I wish I could return to
the moments I had with you,
the time before we fell apart.
Somehow you are with me
like a ghost that haunts me.
And my heart is bleeding
when I think about our checkered past.
Here it comes again.
It’s in my bones, it’s in my brain.
It can't be left behind.
I must confess it's deep inside my mind again.
Phil Well
We stand in the hallway
and I wish you would stay.
I don't wanna sleep alone.
We run through the first snow.
I feel how the winds blow.
Lonely I've to walk back home.
Somehow you are with me
like a ghost that haunts me.
And my heart is bleeding
when I think about our checkered past again.
We sit at your table
but I am not able
to show what is inside my heart.
I wish I could return to
the moments I had with you,
the time before we fell apart.
Somehow you are with me
like a ghost that haunts me.
And my heart is bleeding
when I think about our checkered past.
Here it comes again.
It’s in my bones, it’s in my brain.
It can't be left behind.
I must confess it's deep inside my mind again.
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Re: Checkered Past
ShoehornTC - Checkered Past
Well I drank too much, I smoked too much, ate too much crappy food
I stayed up all night, thought I was always right, too often in a crappy mood
I complained a lot, there was a lot of pot, and with what I got it ain’t even fair.
procrastinate, and I’m always late and it ain’t that great when I have to share.
Now the days are moving way to fast, and I wish the fun would please just last,
I remember times that were a blast, I’m in love with my checkered past,
I’m in love with my checkered past.
Well I drank too much, I smoked too much, ate too much crappy speed.
I stayed up all night, thought I was always right, too often in a state of need.
Now the days are moving way to fast, and I wish the fun would please just last.
I remember times that were a blast, I’m in love with my checkered past,
I’m in love with my checkered past.
Well I drank too much, I smoked too much, ate too much crappy food
I stayed up all night, thought I was always right, too often in a crappy mood
I complained a lot, there was a lot of pot, and with what I got it ain’t even fair.
procrastinate, and I’m always late and it ain’t that great when I have to share.
Now the days are moving way to fast, and I wish the fun would please just last,
I remember times that were a blast, I’m in love with my checkered past,
I’m in love with my checkered past.
Well I drank too much, I smoked too much, ate too much crappy speed.
I stayed up all night, thought I was always right, too often in a state of need.
Now the days are moving way to fast, and I wish the fun would please just last.
I remember times that were a blast, I’m in love with my checkered past,
I’m in love with my checkered past.