Tinny Buffnell

Tinny Buffnell

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One half of “alternative post-euphoric trip-hop” band Gay Keyring & Ipswich nightlife veteran, these riddles of self-pity were written to cheer you up…

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Location: Ipswich

Website: http://soundcloud.com/deadpoole

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Join Date: 05/02/2010

Last Login: 26/01/2012

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In our father’s house, Papers worth, Is that of forgiveness, Salt in the earth. To be left there, In sunken ground. Little movement, Little sound. Use your weight, To move the mound.…
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In Our Father̵…
The sun shines on each of us, one at a time, And suddenly, without reason, the guilt reclines. I wasted days that I should have occupied, You fear the way that men change their minds. I made my decisions based on all that…
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Intervention
Get back my love, The flames could lick your face. I’ve been waiting. I would drag you out, Into the ocean to watch you battle the waves. My dear, sweet, stupid you. Fingering the darkness, I’ve…
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The Tragedy Of Che…
You come when I’m shaking and go when I wake, Set in your grasp are the roots of my mistakes. A beating heart flounders when placed beneath the pane.  You’re startled by anger and left to hold the gaze, …
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A Star Where I Was
From a storm to a war, You rescued them all, And set them down in a peaceful port. I said you were wrong, But let you carry on, Turning rising stars into setting suns. No room for a lie, To trace the…
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Today, The Day
I think she’s had enough. This plague upon our houses, Stands high above the earth. You are not the cavalry, And I do not deserve this. You are not the girl you were. To fill a minutes silence, …
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Welcome
Burning with broken backs are the pretty and the sweet, Searching for gold in the sky. They know that from richest black comes brilliant white. Sunday comes as judge, jury, lock and key, For the men who kneel to be free.…
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Made Into A Liar
It burns when it turns to ask you, What would I be without you? It doesn’t tease you like me, But she says, No one makes me cry like you do. The miles sting like pins in my arm, I will keep you safe from…
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Brick Passenger
Can you speak in tongues, With yours in my mouth? Kissing the weapon, I use to pronounce. Set me apart, From the map of your men. I’ll be an island, Where we can begin. The end of your…
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Asleep In Your Pal…
Soft upon the back of her neck, Disarmed by hope if she rejects. Strength and time are old friends of mine, With “que sera” lightly sketched. Pressed to her forehead is best, The descent is a lover’s…
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I Felt
She opened the door and the Devil came in, I ripped a star out of the evening. Beautiful brides and blushing young men, Your scent still sits where the trail begins. Sending myself out off to the coast, Let my old…
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Black Lung
With twisted words I’ll kill them all, How do you jump but never fall? We wash our clothes; draw a line in the earth, Wait your turn just follow me first. Use your tongue; count the teeth in your head, It always…
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