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We Are All Made of Strings

Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:25 am
by nyjm
we are all made of strings - calque

we are the stuffed men the hollow men
we are all made of strings that pull at our limbs
to make us walk make us nod and grin
empty grins with hollow knotted eyes

tie the knot tie it tight
hang the chord on the gallows high
strum the hangmen six
a thrumming sound with an empty hand
now make a fist to hold it fixed
the knotted rope to climb the pit of pendulum fame

chain together the strings that build us
in a helix double-wound
these chains that keep Prometheus bound
we are all made of strings to tie him down
and await the eagle’s beak and claw
the blood runs down the strings the knotted cords
the double helix strummed
with god’s unforgiving hand

standing on shoestring legs
held together with tight knots under latex skin
we are all made of strings
open wounds revealing what is not to be seen but heard
oh what a lovely tune our souls make
reverberating with the scars upon our backs
we are all made of strings to play and bind

to bind and play

Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 11:16 am
by Matthan
We Are All Made Of Strings -matthan minster

my time under the knife got me to see
nothing could ever be better than this
i realized there's no need to try
so don't waste your life trying to be the best
get out and see the world for what it's worth
you've got to get away

sunshine, smile on my face living the life
i know it's all ok (yeah)
bury everything bad that's holding me back
i'm throwing it all away
don't let what you can't help get you down
know that everythings ok

The sun is on fire
the flames neverending
a miraculous sight
the planet is spinning
we are all made of strings
tangled, twisted, and knotted
but it don't mean a thing
we've got all that we need here
yeah
The sun is on fire
the flames neverending
a miraculous sight
the planet is spinning
we are all made of strings
tangled, twisted, and knotted
but it don't mean a thing
we've got everything we ever wanted

Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 11:27 pm
by Dan Wrekenhaus 2
I tried to take a more serious approach this go-round...

We Are All Made of Strings - By Self

My name is cheesehead, and I'm more than meets the eye would suggest,
I've got the same top as bottom and they look just like my chest,
You take one big bite and find I'm halfway gone,
And if I weren't inanimate I'd let you know you did it wrong.

You have to peel away at me in sections or it doesn't taste right,
I mean do it how you want it's yours, not my plight
But if you want the taste to savor, want that yummy flavor,
then you gotta peel away at me in sections or it doesn't taste right.

We are all made of strings
You have to eat us in small doses,
You'll love the flavor over-processed mozerella brings,
My (plasticy) texture is a form of hypnosis

First I'm dipped in some nice hot water,
Then stretched and kneaded into parallel strands,
Now the factory becomes my alma mater,
And I go right into your yearning hands.