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Sound of the Devil Breaking Parole

dustandroses' Oz fanfic

Created on 2004-05-10 22:52:56 (#3111106), last updated 2009-10-14

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Name:	dustandroses
Birthdate:	1957-12-28
Location:	Boston, Massachusetts, United States
Website:	Dusty's Journal

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This is

dustandroses' Oz fanfic. I'm always looking for feedback, so please feel free to comment here, or you can e-mail me at dustandroses@livejournal(dot)com. If you're interested in fic from other fandoms, as well, I have a fic journal for that, too:

dustys_fic. I also have a recomendation journal:

dustyrydersrecs. Feel free to come visit.

Look! I won an award! First time ever.
The Red Curtain - Beecher/Keller, NC17.

************WARNING************
Oz fanfic is mostly slash...that means it's mostly homoerotic. Mine is almost always homoerotic. If it will bother you to read about men having sex with other men, I suggest you look at someone else's journal.

There are also times when this fic will involve violence, including rape or other forms of non-consensual sex. So don't complain, 'cause you've been warned.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~Disclaimer~~~~~~~~~
Don't own 'em, not making any money off 'em.
I just borrow them from time to time.
They belong to Tom Fontana and HBO.
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This song reminds me of Oz
and inspired the name of my journal.

Ricochet

Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
Ricochet - ricochet
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs
Ricochet - ricochet
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten

March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of tramlines factories pieces of machinery
Mine shafts things like that
March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil breaking parole
Ricochet - it's not the end of the world

Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil breaking parole
Ricochet - ricochet
These are the prisons these are the crimes
Teaching life in a violent new way
Ricochet - ricochet
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten

March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Early, before the sun, they struggle off to the gates
In their secret fearful places they see their lives
Unravelling before them
March of flowers - march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil breaking parole
Ricochet it's not the end of the world

But when they get home, damp eyed and weary
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable promises
For who can bear to be forgotten?

David Bowie