My good gosh, making tables in GeboGebo is horrid.

This poem is about the...

d10	a	b	c
1	Dehumanization	of	society
2	Evolution	inherent within	the human psyche
3	Paradoxes	exacting from	human interactions
4	Intricacies	symbiotic with	the populus
5	Development	man has created in	technology
6	Lack of communication	coexisting with	warfare
7	Inhibiting	represented by	domesticated primates
8	Relationships	topologically interlinked with	the statistical dimension
9	Inner struggle	interstitial with	left-brain neurosemantics
10	Phase-space	loved by	the unanswered question

Looking at the code to this page it certainly looks like it. Actually it doesn't look THAT hard. Anyway this isn't a page of poetry like I was expecting. It's just the poetry meaning generator! It should have some real poetry on here! - Derek
I,uh, just didn't get round to putting any poetry on. I thought the meaning generator would be a nice way to start it.
As for the table code, in other wikis I've used, the code would just look like this:
||header1||header2||header3||
||cell1||cell2||cell3||
||cell4||cell5||cell6||
etc, much neater and tidier.

Certainly takes up a lot of space I have to admit. Anyway. Some lyrics and poetry then.

See also Doodle Book 666 lyrics

Hope and Gun from the 'typewriter era'.

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(From the Lyrics Book)

I was annoyed as you were
No one gets out of here alive
The greatest rip off of them all

No sight, no sound, just concepts
Plaguing my fevered mind
Repeating themselves as I twist and turn in my bed
Pressing my hand against my belly
Feeling the death being pushed through my gut

My skin was on fire as you were
No one gets out of here alive
The greatest rip off of them all

(Features on The JDB Album The Axis Syndrome. It's the final track and quite good)

The lights are off
But someone's home
They suckle on the sanctuary
Of his fear and his moans

Bare feet walking the bare cold floor
Treading a flood of our own blood
Listening to other moans
other moans
other moans
other moans

His vision freezes
As he stumbles with guilt
They think he's blind
In his long black coat
Listening to other moans
Other moans
Other moans
Other moans

(It's worth noting I think that my Other Moans thing is a reference to Coccoon by Siouxsie)

Hammering faces on the back wall
While you recall their songs
The empty armchair pushed against the fire
To clear the way for anyone
Circling the floor to avoid the stain
Wishing the cameras would miss you again
And it seems you've been pacing for days
The far walls blackening your pain
Waiting Waiting

Waiting Waiting
Make the walls bleed

(Triumphantly recorded for the JDB Ultrabeliever album. A classic track. - Derek)

The fear of insanity itself
Causes insanity itself
Face beeded with sweat
A reminder to those who forget

The fear of death itself
Causes delusions of istself
Delusions of being alive
A reminder to those with faith

(Recorded on the Axis Syndrome album and was okay. Later re-done with better vocals on Ultrabeliever but never included on the CDs as it goes on too long. - Derek)
It's a little known fact that the keyboard melody went on to become the Ambivliance melody. Except the change from 3/4 time to 4/4 time ruined it.-Duncan

My tongue rolls in its mouth
And my ulcer's tasting nice
And its cold dead lips taste good
My eyes caress its eyes
And the metal rubs against my bone
And its shaven head feels smooth
My god, I'll never be alone
And I can't believe it wouldn't approve
And our faces fuse together
My lims locked in utter perfection
Spasms of guilt now fade away
Nanoseconds away from pemphiguous ecstacy
I can't move
Can't move

(Recorded on the Diary of an Unlabled Man EP. A disastrous recording that went wrong in so many ways that is is a really entertaining track. Duncan evidently had evidently been reading dictionaries when he used the word pemphiguous, that is if the word really exists. -Derek)
I'm not sure if it does.-Duncan

So soft, a fickly you-know-what,
I can't work, I think I see even you,
So soft thanks, a seat opposite you,
Tighter, self-disciplined and dead.

I was fire to myself,
She's so good, she's fantastic,
In the window,
nice for God's gone on mind,
I never can predict my pretty arm.

From 'One Of Many New Doodlebooks'. A cut-up job; on New Songs it was sang by Alexander, who filled it with soulful meaning.

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