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Beausoleil

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00:38 / 16.08.03

Beausoleil, soleil soleil soleil soleil!
Beausoleil, reaping Nirvana in a desert land.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

02:59 / 16.08.03

A black Messiah wearing buckskin boots?

Lo! He approaches!

Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion
Beausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slide
Beausoleil, the taste of honey and the swirl of flies!

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

08:34 / 16.08.03

Are you channelling Mr Tibet or am I missing something?

—| x |—

10:02 / 16.08.03

Beausoleil, jackbooting wide-eyed in the deepest pit
Beausoleil, looking at smiles and seeing only grins
Beausoleil, did dead gods smell when the dog's blood rose

[Stoat: And when she fell down the stairs, I tried very hard not to laugh!]

The Knights Templar Boogie Machine

11:17 / 16.08.03

Beausoleil, a death in june under a menstrual moon...

...............

...............

bitchiekittie

12:13 / 16.08.03

I work with a "beausoleil". he likes to be referred to as "the bus".

so I told everyone that no one likes to ride the short bus.

—| x |—

13:02 / 16.08.03

Beausoleil, now all Thine summers turn to menstrual winters
Beausoleil, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killy kill
Beausoleil, did dog's blood rise when the dead gods died

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10:27 / 17.08.03

Beausoleil, beautiful sunshine whose shadow hides
Beausoleil, white brothers planting burning crosses
Beausoleil, the sharpest flavour is the one that stains!

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

11:17 / 17.08.03

[Dr... there is indeed something of heaven in death. "And she became a corpse... a corpse all in the ground... and he became the cold grey clay and covered her all around."]

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

11:19 / 17.08.03

Hey! It's like an industrial/apocalptic folk version of Haus' HMHB "lyrics of your life" thread!

I remember sitting in a small room in London...

—| x |—

12:45 / 17.08.03

Beausoleil, when dog's blood rises does it also dance?
Beausoleil, grey benediction of the Final Church.
Beausoleil, it's just your habit of culling time!

[1, 2, 3, 4...]

{What The Knights Templar Boogie Machine said}
Beausoleil, Scorpio Rising but the Light Bearer falls
Beausoleil, the squeaky laughter of a giddy world
ah-aha-ah-aha-ah-aha-ah-ahah..ha..ha..ha..(ah)..(ah)

[Paging Dr. Benway. Report to the white courtesy telephone please.]

(What a day! What a day! What a day! All day!)
(I had a lobotomy)
(Nice)

diz

02:43 / 18.08.03

there is something of heaven in death.
there is something of heaven in death.

—| x |—

18:29 / 18.08.03

Beausoleil, still waving black flags from a stubble field
Beausoleil, a Maltese cross is pierced by the Blood of Christ
Beausoleil, hiding from cancer crabs and cracking jokes

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

10:19 / 19.08.03

And though I might pray for you, I probably shan't.

Sax

14:42 / 19.08.03

Is this a thread for only the people with the longest names on Barbelith or can anyone... ah, never mind, anyway.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

17:21 / 19.08.03

And if you look in my eyes
You will see the killing tide
Can you hear the future call?
Save yourself; kill them all

(Sol Invictus- a smile, a beer and a hey nonny nonny)

—| x |—

18:11 / 20.08.03

Beausoleil, arson archbishop makes the deserts burn
Beausoleil, the dead are grateful -- all you need is love
Beausoleil, fat Buddhas smiling with the widest grin

[Erstes geschoss:
Heir leben die blinden
Die glauben was sie sehen
und die tauben
die glauben was sie hoeren!]

—| x |—

17:04 / 21.08.03

Beausoleil, candy floss surgeon with the golden hair
Beausoleil, a brand new Process for a brand new age
Beausoleil, a black Messiah wearing buckskin boots

[Festgebunden auf einem kuechenhocker
Sitzt ein Irrer, der glaubt
Alles was er anfassen kann
(Seine haende liegen im schoss)]

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

17:28 / 21.08.03

NEW
NO
NEW
AGE
ADVANCED
AMBIENT
MOTOR
MUSIC
MACHINE

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15:40 / 22.08.03

Beausoleil, assassin creepy-crawls through Hebron's Vale
Beausoleil, another martyr for the Noddy Apocalypse
Beausoleil, there's no business like the devil's business

[Das Lied schlaft in der Maschine
Das Lied schlaft in der Maschine
Das Lied schlaft in der Maschine
Das Lied schlaft in der Maschine
In der Maschine schlaft das Lied]

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

16:44 / 22.08.03

By God's mercy, and God's anger, we take pains to heap up things useful to ourselves, and get our death in the bargain.
And the person is snatched away, and the goods remain.

—| x |—

05:48 / 29.08.03

Beausoleil, another martyr for the Noddy Apocalypse
Beausoleil, que sera, sera
Beausoleil, we want to sink into the deepest basins!

[There's a whole new class of weapons.
Beneath the city streets.
Radiowaves and microwaves.
Beneath the city streets.]

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

10:02 / 29.08.03

The sun is coming! The sun is coming!
The dragon flies!
His breath shall drown this world in astral fire

—| x |—

20:12 / 29.08.03

Beausoleil, fils de perdition, Luciferens
Beausoleil, 7 and 7 is the hidden key
Beausoleil, a train to Clarkesville in the menstrual night

[keep your mind fed
hold a gun to your head
blow away the cobwebs]

—| x |—

20:57 / 05.09.03

Beausoleil, Disneyland darkens with your Armageddon smile
Beausoleil, sangs rGyas chos dang tsogs kyi mChog rNams la
Beausoleil, you hide your candle on Golgotha's hill.

[this is the end
my only friend
the end]

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

07:30 / 09.09.03

Anyway, once I looked at the starres and they were all blood...

And the little animals- God bless the little animals that sing to God
Bless the little animals that scream to God...

And six six six... it makes me sick.

unheimlich manoeuvre

10:11 / 09.09.03

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

10:45 / 09.09.03

April is the cruellest month

—| x |—

21:14 / 09.09.03

[please note: there are no more "Beausoleil" lyrics]

If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today,
he'd be gunned down cold by the CIA!

000

18:46 / 18.09.03

Darkness is not darkness in the nursery.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

23:27 / 18.09.03

Sometimes
Just drifting
In a simple world
Like a country stream

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