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Here is one I wrote, it's actually about cocaine but it mentions silence..
Oh sweaty palmed pale white lady of death
your lust is unfulfilled by skinny boys
and your heart of hearts is inconsolable
it beats its mad rhythym and painfully ceases
The old tea-head woman does not compare
to your everlasting youth and confidence
you are my adversary and foe
but I am a slave to the dream you induce
I have been unfaithful to mother Mary
I have transgressed against the beauty she once exuded
but my nights of late have been restless and endless
the orchestra in my mind plays a quickened tune of senselessness
Speech is silver
but silence is golden
and when your cold clammy hands are upon me
I will be as quiet as the dead.
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Budweiser buckles and soft faded Wranglers and each night begins a new day, if you can't understand him and he don't die young, he'll probably just ride away.
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