Dougalicious

Dougalicious

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sashadobson commented on Dougalicious' lyric:

"haunting ideas.. i likey "

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Lyric by Dougalicious:

"Desert's queen or jungle's king / Lives past lived sustain their sting."

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Vernon Bush commented on Dougalicious' lyric:

"what mystery this evokes. cool."

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Lyric by Dougalicious:

"Voices startle below the stairs/ Ceaselessly mocking this child's prayers."

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sashadobson commented on Dougalicious' lyric:

"haunting ideas.. i likey "

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Lyric by Dougalicious:

"Desert's queen or jungle's king / Lives past lived sustain their sting."

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Vernon Bush commented on Dougalicious' lyric:

"what mystery this evokes. cool."

(more)
Lyric by Dougalicious:

"Voices startle below the stairs/ Ceaselessly mocking this child's prayers."

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hookist my lyrics written
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  • Kalsey Kulyk
  • The Sisterhood
  • Eric Stuart
  • The Holidays with CTD's Brad Roberts
  • Unite To Face Addiction
  • Peppy Castro
  • Mackenzie Morgan
  • Sasha Dobson
  • Natalie Gelman
  • Vernon Bush
  • Ellen Reid
  • The Bros. Landreth
  • Gary Lucas
  • Brad Roberts
  • Brad Roberts
Solomon’s King
Her sweet song began when she was born, and heals the two whose hearts are torn.
Though the ground is uncertain the foundation stays strong / Together we dream and know each life writes its song.
Though the ground is uncertain our foundation stays strong / Together we dream and know each life writes its song.
Wasn;t it a dream the rumble and the roar / Thought it had been settled this long and aching score.
I listened to your story / At the mercy of the giant / Your David shedding armies /Instead embracing silence
His blade of grass grows in the dark.
Kids hide in your beds and cover your ears / No parent can calm these Kris Kringle fears.
The fire warmed on that Pole night so bitter / She knew young Kris was pick of the litter.
Have you known a broken spirit always aching to be whole?
I know that it all comes back to me / My belief in a power that be.
So many solitary souls / Fighting a force that controls.
My ego so small it needed a mirror, shocking to see the gift of my error.
Winters long past we hide below stairs / Our private patch eluding her stares.
Our clock never learned to stop and watch.
Should we caress and embrace the horizon / Or count the stars and dream of our reunion.
Will our souls repeat this elegant ballet?
Desert's queen or jungle's king / Lives past lived sustain their sting.
A shattered butterfly...a glistening pool / Her eyes long blinded but nobody's fool.
The miles I covered in futile chase / To catch the genius of Jerry Brace.
My old eyes wet the crystal globe / Now exhuming this curs-ed Job.
Release me, aujourd'hui
They knew your heart was stone.
My soliloquy speaks silently.
Silent begging to be released
A damaged ship comes back to port.
Is your pen poison or is it a balm? The stalling to open could be my psalm.
Lying eyes foretold the future to be / I turned away to do anything but see.
Its author vexes like a speaking Sphinx / Tormenting my soul until it blinks.
But who am I to trust and dare? Just one soul who never laid bare.
Voices startle below the stairs/ Ceaselessly mocking this child's prayers.
My youth is far, the clock got away / Time to move, say goodbye to my Godot.
The boy's a man, the clock got away / Time to move, say goodbye to ny Godot
Shadows and light play my violin / What will cleanse ny original sin.
Days and nights come daze and confuse / Easy to blame the bathtub gin.
Plagued and cursed until coming undone / Or am I eternally Abraham's son?
Vow's End
For what seemed at once a victory, has left us nothing to reclaim.
Platinum promises that burst / haunt this pitied man now cursed.
A child's dreams of adventure and flight/ Sweetly return to haunt an old man's night.
Don't I control this awesome fate? / It's now time to cleanse the slate.
The lies I told consumed our souls/ and fed the fire of Satan's coals.
Plunging fore or hence, base or crown / What choice is made, to breathe or drown?
Its author vexes like a speaking sphinx/tormenting my soul until it blinks.
Are you one of them, she howled with heartache. Barely could answer, memory rousing heartbreak.
Topic...HAUNTINGS
Death and resurrection...do they add up to the same?
When we arrive on those far off sediments, will it be enough to rock God's Testaments?
Like a comet, believed you were mine but for a sec..turned out to reflect just another lying Kohoutek.

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