Chancy Chatter

These are the potentially dangerous words of an over fed, under appreciated, tattooed, formerly pierced and occasionally purple-haired, wife and mom.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Hey, could you hand me that sledge hammer?

"Dismantle Me"

I fancy you
But I've been destitute
And all I know dissolved
I could never reundo you
I will always say it's so
I will always speak the truth
Descend into a noose
Could never reundo you

I want to bury you
I want to bury you

Vultures circle around
Feathers float, wings flap, beaks pound
And though my hearts exposed
I could never reundo you
I will always bleed the truth
I will always speak
And know I was sent to cut you loose
I will never reundo you


I want to bury you
I want to bury you
I want to bury you
I want to bury you

Dismantle me
Dismantle me
Dismantle me
Dismantle me

It'’s warm and humid on Swanston Street
And the air is filled with electricity
And the sky is deeper than a dream
And the sky is deeper than a

Dismantle Me
Dismantle Me
Dismantle Me

And the sky is deeper than a dream
And the sky is deeper than a dream

- The Distillers

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