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eulogy
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burden
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Pleated pants and circumstance Can never buy another chance
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silentbob
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We hardly knew ye!
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nocturnal
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one of my favourite tool songs
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Casey
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I want mine to be funny. When I'm dead and sitting on my purple striped cloud I want to be able to laugh my ass of everytime someone reads it. Bobby, you can be in charge of that
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Mushroomman
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He had a lot to say, he had a lot of nothin to say..
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MisterFunkadelic
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standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud
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Gollum
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would you die for me? don't you fuck'n lie!
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010807
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yea you
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Written for you bastards go die anytime please?
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Garcon
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i was outside until half past two i sat alone and i thought of you. i was so lonely without you. i could have been so warm with you. see the trees covered in snow. we can go where we want to go. we can lie down and watch the stairs. you can feel my heartbeat in your arms. the moon is bright and cold and blue. the moon is bright and cold and blue. this is an apology i am so sorry. so sorry that i doubted you. i never thought this could be true. i wrote this lying on the floor. i thought that i could would breathe no more. to cut so deep - to be so free: i'm still alive, this is not my eulogy. no one knows how close I came. when i fell, i called your name. Father, son, and the Holy Ghost, no....: I owe my life to you the most. no one knows how far i am when i called, you grabbed my hand. now i can't think of what to do .......... i guess i'll call you. this is an apology. i am so sorry. so sorry that i doubted you. i never thought this would be true. i wrote this lying on the floor. i hoped that i would breathe no more. to cut so deep - to be so free, no. i'm still alive. this is not my eulogy.
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He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him. No way to recall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin lie. Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie. You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies. [sic] Goodbye... (to celebrate the resignation of alberto_abu_gonzales )
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arwyn
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I want it to be either funny or tear-jerking. I'd prefer funny though... Maybe I'll write it myself sometime.
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Pipina
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crying is good for you, it is therapy and you can recycle some salt at the same time. Within all this chaos, i forgot the date and my credit card pin code, i'm really really sorry. The last film we watched at the cinema together had quite a lot of significance, i will make it up to you, I promise. xx xy (maths is not my forte)
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i'm sorry i should have come up with something poetic for you i think mom's was great it was great how everyone laughed at just the right places i helped her write that one i listened to her practice oh she practiced i held her hand when she cried my dad was conspicuously absent from her side i was there i think me and mom are closer now so thanks, i guess, for that she asked me if i wanted to write something since i've been known to wax poetical even to the family but i was too sad the thought of standing at your wake and having to speak was paralyzing moms eulogy was just right everyone laughed in the right spots it made the wake feel like you were there close by
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what's it to you?
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blather
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