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: 24

Gender: Male

Location: Ipswich

Website: www.myspace.com/deadpoolemusic

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Join Date: 05/02/2010

Last Login: 05/03/2010

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The moon I capture, I climb to only fall from the vine. And swoon in rapture, The hand I kiss is the body I miss. Wash my love away, Encased in embrace and twilight touch. Wash my love away, Divine to dine…

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Wash My Love Away

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

Send in the lions to count the days, I’m treading water to commonplace. Hold back the vultures from bones to pick, Cards up your sleeves and your magic tricks. Caught on your soapbox, you turn the tide, Met…

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In Reach

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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Racing

The guillotine blades, Hang above her pretty face. What a waste when time is up. The grapevine lies, Trace to not exist. Her eclipse when he insists. Sister hang your head, But not in selfless shame.<br…

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Teeth

I take the one thing I have left, And stuff it in a bottle. I cork it and send it out to sea, Oh, mystery me. The waves take this lonely thing, To wrap their waves around. Cased inside this darkened sea, <br…

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Touching Grace

All of these things tumbling out, Turning on their side. Spinning on their heads, Signing off tonight. All of us walking on eggshells, For a place in your heart. Dancing like a loon, Each playing their…

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