Breathless-Funky Lowlives (JM remix)

She was nervous as a whore in church 
He was higher than an airborne kite 
It was hotter than a firecracker burning in the furnace of hell 

They completed an exhaustive search 
And found a quickie mart that seemed just right 
They were sitting in the running car preparing like two boxers at the bell 

They walked inside as pale as two sheets 
They looked guilty as raccoons inspecting trash 
And they pulled their guns as clumsy as two cows that were both wearing roller skates 

And this is where the road and rubber meets 
The clerk proceeds to give them all his cash 
And they grabbed the cash and ran outside the quickie mart to where their auto waits 

They were dumb as two boxes! 
They were thick as two bricks! 
They were sly as two foxes! 
And as tough as two ticks! 

They were sadder than stray dogs 
But you’ve no cause to pity em!  

Your story’s more interesting told as an idiom. 

They were driving like they slipped the dogs of war 
As excited as two hound dogs on a scent 
And they drove and drove until their tank was drier than a popcorn fart 

The car was useless as two titties on a boar
So they abandoned it and off on foot they went 
Both fugitives now wanted for the robbing of the local quickie mart 

They were dumb as two boxes! 
They were thick as two bricks! 
They were sly as two foxes! 
And as tough as two ticks! 

They were sadder than stray dogs 
But you’ve no cause to pity em!  

Your story’s more interesting told as an idiom.

They rolled the dice, they took the plunge, threw caution to the wind
But soon they’d face the music and be stuck like insects pinned
They sought refuge in the forest like two snakes in knee high thistle 
But soon they heard the sirens like a locomotive’s whistle 

The cops were swarming them like flies on scat 
There was obviously no escape in runnin’ 
They were handcuffed and then read their rights , the cops like priests were asking for confession. 

To use an idiom,  I guess that’s that. 
Just one surprise:  her oven’s got a bun in!  
Behold!  Another story told with idioms:  a figurative expression!  

They were snared like two rabbits 
That weren’t worth two licks
Just Two nasty habits 
That everyone kicks 

They were slumping like poor slobs 
This dirt covered pair 
They were dumber than door knobs 
Or a bag of wet hair 

They were sadder than stray dogs 
But you’ve no cause to pity em!  


Your story’s more interesting told as an idiom.

Idiom

AND  THE  SPIRIT  OF  GOD   MOVED  ON  THE   FACE  OF  THE    WATERS    9   -   2025

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Words and inspiration by GERTRUDE.  Last release following the total failure of my 2013 HP Envy.  Rebuilding.

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Out Of Town & In New Sights

Country Hopper

lyrics:

i stack chains around my neck
work too much when i'm depressed
missing you when i'm upset
playing fantasies inside my head &

I've been living in slow motion,
sorrows so deep like a blue ocean
diamond hearts like shooting stars
do a couple lines with your credit card

if im being honest i'm a coward
it gets a little tiring to posture
my eyes are drying out to win your favor
i'm losing all my fire & my life force

chorus:

i fell into a trance
i get high up on the gas
& i'm wetting the bed
my eyes roll back to heaven
i'm lightspeed past the planets
don't need no oxygen

don't give a f#ck i'm medicating
getting dollar signs i'm dedicated
cash tied up in a litigation
mm
doin' too much it's irritating  
little k3t@mine i'm levitating
brain blows off from the serotonin

im anxiously attached
sedated fade to black
i'm popping pills to regulate my existential dread
so come &get a taste
i'm phony i'm a fake
nonsensically coming for your throat like straightaway
i might be faded

morning dabs they get me ripped to shreds
cigarette kisses on my neck
take me baby on the pool table
boy you like the way i'm unstable
in my head and underneath my skin
mind control you got me worshipping
trynna quit but baby i'm unable
boy you like the way i'm unstable

i fell into a trance
i get high up on the gas
and i'm wetting the bed
my eyes roll back to heaven
i'm lightspeed past the planets
don't need no oxygen

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Breathless-Funky Lowlives (JM remix)

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