Was it something like this?
Little miss muffit
sat on a tuffit
eating her curds and way
along came a spider
and sat down beside her
and said "Hey bitch, what's in the bowl?"
No.
This one said that life is but a dream.
jack and jill
went up a hill
to fetch a pale of water
and it's been 4 years since I've had a meaningful conversation with my daughter
Three blind mice
See how they run
Where the fuck are they going?
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack be accused of using performance enhancers
row row row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
jack and jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water, jack fell down and broke his crown so they threw it out the window, the window, the second storey window, with a heave and a ho and a great big throw they threw it out the window!
-Bill Hicks:See I think, drugs have some ddone good things for us. I really do. And if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us. Do me a favor, go home tonight, take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CDs, and burn them. 'Cause you know what? The musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years? Reeeeeeeal fucking high on drugs.-
-Today young men on acid realized that alll matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one conciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather.-
-It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on peersonal freedom is what it is, okay?. Keep that in mind at all times, thank you.-
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide and comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
down that hole and back again
rising up and wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In Out In Out
Innnnnnnnnn!
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
to find I've known this all along.-
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
-Shrouding all the ground around me.
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
and blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
to pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
to see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
but the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
singing one familiar song... -
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Saw the thread title, had to check it out, Tool: Aenema ~ Third Eye, ftw.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qSOhaV3-is
Mamamia
Papapia
Daddy had
diarrea
Mama said
It wouldnt hurt
so daddy had it
for dessert
Fuck you buddy.
there was an old woman
who lived in a shoe
and she still lost her house
to eminent domain
i might not be very good at this
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting