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whoreatthedoor
> Teenager of the Year <
Spain
2873 Posts |
 Posted - 06/06/2005 : 13:04:41
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Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of Carrot Flowers Pt.One
When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers
and how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all 'round your feet
and your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
and this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you
and from above you how I sank into your soul
into that secret place where no one dares to go
and your mom would drink till she was no longer speaking
and dad would dream of all the different ways to die
each on a little more than he could dare to try
El amor es la distancia más larga entre un punto y otro |
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Monsieur
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1688 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2005 : 13:55:55
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Hey Nikita is it cold
In your little corner of the world
You could roll around the globe
And never find a warmer soul to know
Oh I saw you by the wall
Ten of your tin soldiers in a row
With eyes that looked like ice on fire
The human heart a captive in the snow
Oh Nikita You will never know anything about my home
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you
Nikita I need you so
Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row
Oh no, Nikita you'll never know
Do you ever dream of me
Do you ever see the letters that I write
When you look up through the wire
Nikita do you count the stars at night
And if there comes a time
Guns and gates no longer hold you in
And if you're free to make a choice
Just look towards the west and find a friend
Oh Nikita You will never know anything about my home
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you
Nikita I need you so
Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row
Oh no, Nikita you'll never know
I will show you fear in a handful of dust |
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cassandra is
> Teenager of the Year <
France
4233 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2005 : 00:22:31
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Pavement - Here
i was dressed for success
but success it never comes
and i'm the only one who laughs
at your jokes when they are so bad
and your jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this
come join us in a prayer
we'll be waiting waiting where
everything's ending here
and all the sterile striking it defends
an empty dock you cast away
and rain upon your forehead
where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear
let's spend our last quarterstance randomly
go down to the outlet once again
painted portraits of minions & slaves
crotch mavens and one night plays
are they the only ones who laugh?
at the jokes when they are so bad
and the jokes they're always bad
but they're not as bad as this
come join us in a prayer
we'll be waiting waiting where
everything's ending here
and all the spanish candles unsold
away have gone to this
and a "run-on piece of mount on"
trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway
i guess she spent her last quarter randomly
i guess a guess is the best i'll do
last time last time
was the best time...
we spent randomly
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cassandra is
> Teenager of the Year <
France
4233 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2005 : 00:45:21
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and Lou Barlow's Mary:
"written from the perspective of jesus' earth-bound biological daddy"
said the man before playing the song
immaculate conception, yeah right
crazy mary it's good that you lied
a test tube baby, seed of the lord
breaking the law with the man next door
blame it on an angel, they'll believe
joseph will wonder but you know he won't leave
they all love you like i still do
magic in the air, swirling all around you
mary, mary under veil of stars
you changed the world you broke my heart
thank you mary, you saved me too
they'd stone us both if they ever knew
sold out the manger, well allright
the mystery baby got a supernova spotlight
they say that he's the one
brother joseph got a king for a stepson
mary kissed me and we lost control
the oldest story never told
crazy mary you're forever divine
they'll never know the baby's mine
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4109 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2005 : 01:11:50
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I have never enjoyed so much reading lyrics as I'm enjoying with Robert Pollard's/GBV ones, I think he's such a good writer, I could post here lots of them, because I think that some of them are just pure poetry and pieces of art.
Watch Me Jumpstart
Watch me jumpstart as the old skin is peeled
See an opening and bust into the field
Hidden longings no longer concealed
Watch me bulldoze every bulldozer away
Each new obstacle from each old new day
Where it's going it's hard for me to say
And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're pulling me back so I have to die
And watch me jumpstart at the first light of day
Each new sensation just blows me away
Don't look now, don't look now, I'm a phase
Straight from ground zero, X marks the spot
I can't pretend to be something I'm not
'Cause I'm a supernova erect and white hot
And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're holding me back so I have to die
And watch me jumpstart I'm Maximum Jack
Shot through the cosmos like an alien attack
Film finished, fade into black.
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2005 : 11:50:44
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(seeing as the rules have been abandoned)
I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your Easter bunny
I wanna be your Christmas tree
I'll strip the world that you must live in
Of all its godforsaken greed
I'll ply the tar out of your feathers
I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if I choose your sanctuary
I'll want to wash you with my hair
I'll want to drink of sacred fountains
And find the riches hidden there
I'll eat the lotus and peyote
I'll want to hear the caged-bird sing
I'll want the secrets of the temple
I'll want the finger with the ring
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if you make me your religion
I'll give you all you will need
I'll be the drawing of your breath
I'll be the cup if you should bleed
I'll be the sky above the Ganges
I'll be the vast and stormy sea
I'll be the lights that guide you inland
I'll be the visions you will see
Visions you will see
You will see
You will see
You and me
You and me
You and me
You and me
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 06/08/2005 : 18:54:47
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quote:
Originally posted by starmekitten
(seeing as the rules have been abandoned)
I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your Easter bunny
I wanna be your Christmas tree
I'll strip the world that you must live in
Of all its godforsaken greed
I'll ply the tar out of your feathers
I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if I choose your sanctuary
I'll want to wash you with my hair
I'll want to drink of sacred fountains
And find the riches hidden there
I'll eat the lotus and peyote
I'll want to hear the caged-bird sing
I'll want the secrets of the temple
I'll want the finger with the ring
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if you make me your religion
I'll give you all you will need
I'll be the drawing of your breath
I'll be the cup if you should bleed
I'll be the sky above the Ganges
I'll be the vast and stormy sea
I'll be the lights that guide you inland
I'll be the visions you will see
Visions you will see
You will see
You will see
You and me
You and me
You and me
You and me
That song almost ruined my life. In a good way.
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 06/14/2005 : 13:35:03
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If I get old, I will not give in
But if I do, remind me of this.
Remind me that, once I was free,
Once I was cool, once I was me.
And if I sat down, and crossed my arms,
Hold me into, this song.
Knock me out, smash out my brains,
If I take a chair, start to talk shit.....
If I get old, remind me of this:
That night we kissed, and I really meant it.
Whatever happens, if we’re still speaking.
Pick up the phone, play me this song.
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 06/16/2005 : 19:01:43
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For that perfect combination of erotic and depressing, you can always count on REM:
"I want you naked, I want you wild
I want the stars to know they win
Give me that smile, just give it to me
Just turn it on, I'm lost again"
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics |
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floop
= Wannabe Volunteer =
Mexico
15297 Posts |
Posted - 06/16/2005 : 19:05:19
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Damn them was the days of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we been whippin people's ass
And everybody a blast
and if you don't believe me nigga you can axe the homey Daz
And that's your ass
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 06/17/2005 : 05:34:59
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because Kathryn is right and I don't need (much of) an excuse to post rem lyrics:
I don't know why you're mean to me
When I call on the telephone
And I don't know what you mean to me
But I want to turn you on
turn you up
figure you out
I want to take you on
These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time
The fool might be my middle name
But I'd be foolish not to say
I'm going to make whatever it takes,
Ring you up
call you down
sign your name
secret love
Make it rhyme
take you in
and make you mine
These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time
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Call your bathroom friends around
I will fake a little frown
I will be your little clown,
Easily defeated
Yeah, shut the door and open wide
Seconal and astroglide
Fuck with me and traumatize
Don't you see I love your hide?
All the beauty that's trapped inside
Can't you see I love your hide?
Can't you see I love your hide?
Can't you see it?
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Pull your dress on and stay real close
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
Drink another, coin a phrase
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You've got a little worry,
I know it all too well,
I've got your number,
But so does every kiss-and-tell
Who dares to cross your threshold,
Or happens on your way,
Stop laying blame
You know that's not my thing
The easiest way to sleep at night is to carry on believing that I don't exist |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 06/22/2005 : 12:55:00
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A wonderful forum-er sent me this song by Mike Doughty and I think it's beautiful and poetic.
Unsingable Name
I want to be your absolute ultimate
Want to be your only one now
Feel the wave come up from your sulkiness
Feel the rays you radiate now
Sweet and plain unsingable name
That rings in my mind now
That strums me like a string
Shine, unsingable name
Over everything
Beware the thrum of hearts in your presence and
Watch the breeze that snaps at you now
All the dogs that bark from the fences and
Everything is wanting for you
Smirk on the face and fists in the clenches and
Make the radiator blow now
Crack the planks and shatter the lenses and
Mix the salt, the sugar and flour
Slushing, sleeting through the blue gloom
Some long bell’s lonely ring
Chime, unsingable name
Over everything
I want to see the mountains in silhouette
Want to split for Singapore now
I want to see the mystery trees
Want to hear the womanly sound
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 06/23/2005 : 15:22:35
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because I am listening to it and I really do pity anyone who doesn't love this band.
You can force it but it will not come.
You can taste it but it will not form.
You can crush it but it's always here.
You can crush it but it's always near
Chasing you home saying everything is broken
Everyone is broken.
You can force it but it will stay stung.
You can crush it as dry as a bone.
You can walk it home straight from school.
You can kiss it
you can break all the rules
But still everything is broken,
Everyone is broken.
Why can't you forgive me?
Why can't you forgive me?
The easiest way to sleep at night is to carry on believing that I don't exist |
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Scarla O
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
947 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2005 : 03:36:39
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A Song For Europe
Here as I sit
At this empty cafe
Thinking of you
I remember
All those moments
Lost in wonder
That we'll never
Find again
Though the world
Is my oyster
It's only a shell
Full of memories
And here by the Seine
Notre-Dame casts
A long lonely shadow |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2005 : 06:28:17
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quote:
Originally posted by starmekitten
because I am listening to it and I really do pity anyone who doesn't love this band.
You can force it but it will not come.
You can taste it but it will not form.
You can crush it but it's always here.
You can crush it but it's always near
Chasing you home saying everything is broken
Everyone is broken.
You can force it but it will stay stung.
You can crush it as dry as a bone.
You can walk it home straight from school.
You can kiss it
you can break all the rules
But still everything is broken,
Everyone is broken.
Why can't you forgive me?
Why can't you forgive me?
The easiest way to sleep at night is to carry on believing that I don't exist
Who is it?
Don't believe the type!
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2005 : 06:29:27
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Radiohead Planet Telex
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2005 : 06:37:32
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Aaah right. Never really studied the lyrics to that one. Kitty is right with her comment then.
Don't believe the type!
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Carolynanna
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Canada
6556 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2005 : 08:03:45
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Heh, everytime I hear a plane overhead I think of that song.
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2005 : 15:23:56
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I sleep with my hands across my chest,
And I dream of you with someone else,
I feed my body with things that I don't need,
Until I sink to the bottom,
Don't act like it came as a surprise,
Don't believe me even look into these eyes
This cant go on so I should just,
Regret it, regret it, regret it,
And even though I left you I'll,
Forget it, forget it, forget it
I'm going missing for a while,
I've got nothing left to lose,
I'll listen to anything
I still remember how you moved,
And I can taste your scent on my lips,
Well how it started I will never know,
But now I've reached my limit
This cant go on so I should just,
Regret it, regret it, regret it,
And even though I left you I'll,
Forget it, forget it, forget it
I'm going missing for a while,
I'll listen to anything,
I've got nothing left to lose,
I'm going missing for a while,
I've got nothing left to lose,
I'll listen to anything
Do you ever want to wear your body out,
Until there's nothing left to take,
The one began to push away,
As midnight come to soon again
I'm going missing for a while,
I've got nothing left to lose,
I'll listen to anything,
I've got nothing in defence,
I've got nothing left to lose,
I'll listen to anything
I sleep with my hands across my chest,
And I dream of you with someone else
I want to live, breathe, I want to be part of the human race |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2005 : 16:03:00
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I'll be quiet to keep you quiet.
Don't concern yourself with my slow dying.
Through the vents I hear you sigh.
I don't get too high these days.
Your floor is my ceiling.
Lights out, you can't come in.
If you don't remind me, I won't forget you.
If you don't ask, I won't upset you.
I am jet black.
I am stone cold.
Jet black to the center.
Funny like a funeral.
I need you to bury me.
White noise in black room dust.
These hands long for one last touch.
Hourglass all out of trust.
I don't scratch so I won't itch.
I don't reach so I won't miss.
I taste our last kiss.
This is the cure: the same as the symptom.
Simple and pure: break to keep fixing.
Patiently nurse, patient and nurse.
This is the part I wouldn't show you.
The part where you say, "I don't even know you."
This is your cue.
Be glad it's through.
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 06/25/2005 : 02:20:16
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It's in your arms, it's in your heart: your beauty,
Even in this world of lies.
You've got innocence, you've got purity
In your eyes,
Even in this world of lies you're still hopeful,
Very sexy,
OK,
OK.
What's a computer?
Eat Y'self Fitter! |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 06/26/2005 : 19:28:05
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Goofy name but excellent song, killer music, sweet, sweet lyrics.
I'm a wishbone
And I'm breaking
Yeah, I'm wishing for Adda Lee
And the lake sings
And the dogs don't,
They are quiet for Adda Lee, Adda Lee
I'm sorry and I miss you
And away, I went away
Coz I wished I was away, I wished I was away
A wishing well
Of well wishing
And Adda waves away, Adda waves away
Heroine of the stars
I don't know where I am
But I know who you are
Adda Lee, Adda Lee
And she whispered
And she left me a man
For the world
Adda Lee, Oh Adda Lee, Oh Adda Lee
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 06/26/2005 : 19:36:02
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woooooooooooo hooooooooooooo
; ')
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 06/26/2005 : 20:34:36
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THIS/This is stranger than I ever thought
Six different ways inside my heart
And everyone I'll keep tonight
Six different ways go deep inside
I'll tell them anything at all
I know I'll give them more and more
They think I'm on my hands and head
This time they're much too slow
Six sides to every lie I say
It's that American voice again
It was never quite like this before
Not one of you's the same
This is stranger than I thought
Six different ways inside my heart
And everyone I'll keep tonight
Six different ways go deep inside
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 04:23:46
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What, Mr. Cure doesn't like my Frank?
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 09:38:24
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that was a hoot and holla you know wooooooo hoooooooo i love adda lee
" I gave my ham to the Devil " |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 10:23:40
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Holla is how you pronounce it in New Jersey?
Seriously, sorry I misunderstood you. I'm a bit slow in this humidity.
And the lake sings
And the dogs don't,
They are quiet for Adda Lee, Adda Lee
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 10:34:03
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| no i would not say holla that was a nod to how Frank said it when telling a story "boy you shaw can holla" |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 14:19:29
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I was your boyfriend when we were 15, it’s the happiest that I’ve ever been.
Even though we didn’t understand how to do much more than just hold hands.
There’s so much about you I miss, the clumsy way we used to kiss.
I wish I’d convinced you you’d made a mistake, if memory serves we’re still on a break.
Other girls went and other girls came, I can’t get over my old flame.
I’m still in love with, Emily Kane.
Every girl I’ve seen since looks just like you when I squint.
I know you said it’s for the best, I still don’t understand why you left.
There’s so much about you I miss, every time I see a couple kiss.
I hope this song finds you fame, I want school kids on busses singing your name.
Other girls went and other girls came, I can’t get over my old flame.
I’m still in love with, Emily Kane.
I don’t even know where she lives.
I’ve not seen her in 10 years, 9 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds.
Other girls went and other girls came, I can’t get over my old flame.
All my friends think I’m insane, I’m still in love with Emily Kane.
There’s a beast in my soul that can’t be tamed, I’m still in love with Emily Kane.
I thought I’d never love again, I’m still in love with Emily Kane.
The torch I hold is always a flame, I’m still in love with Emily Kane.
I hope this song finds you fame, I want school kids on busses singing your name.
All my friends think I’m insane, I’m still in love with Emily Kane.
Emily Kane, Emily Kane, Emily Kane.
Don't believe the type!
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 14:23:25
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I like that one Mike, who is that?
Sounds like it might be a pop-rock version of an Allan Ahlberg or Roger McGough poem.
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 14:31:21
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It's actually Art Brut. They have some very good lyrics and it's easy to hear them because he (Eddie Argos) talks more than he actually sings.
You may know this one.
Formed a band, we formed a band, look at us, we formed a band x 4
Honeypie, I don’t know when it started, stop buying your albums from the supermarket.
They only sell records that have charted, and Art Brut, we’ve only just started.
And yes, this is my singing voice, it’s not irony, it’s not Rock & Roll, we’re just talking, to the Kids.
Formed a band, we formed a band, look at us, we formed a band x 4
We’re gonna be the band that writes the song that makes Israel and Palestine get along.
We’re gonna write a song as universal as happy Birthday, that makes sure everybody knows that everything is going to be OK, we’re going to take that song and we’re going to play it 8 weeks in a row on Top of the Pops.
Formed a band, we formed a band, look at us, we formed a band x 4
Die your hair black, never look back, my past is my business.
Don't believe the type!
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2005 : 14:35:51
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Doesn't sound familiar, but then I don't really listen to the radio as much these days. It's all so much effort at work, we have to plug the speakers to the computer, blah de blah.
I'll keep my ears open, ta.
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 06/30/2005 : 21:05:24
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I wanna know
I wanna know
Was the garage your playground
Full of holes
Did you piss in the alley
And get your toes caught in the
Spokes of a bike with a bananna seat
Did you carry a knife that was rusted shut tight
You got drunk after church at 13
We may well be the ones
To set this world on its ear
We may well be the ones
If not then why are we here
I oughta know
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
The sweet smell of candles burnt low by young women
Alone on their own for the very first time under
Posters of rock stars that ya vaugely resemble
In front of a cad or resounding perhaps
Means that you'll be the next one in line
We may well be the ones
To set this world on its ear
We may well be the ones
If not then why are we here
Why the hell then are we here
I wanna know
I wanna know
You may well be the next one
Someone sell me a hand gun
Goodbye ma, I'm done for
It's the law, tell me what for
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
Smoke cigerette butts
from your brothers green helmet he wore in that war once
Where everyone lost and they taught him to pour coffee and napalm and
Traded his storm for an intense calm that just won't let him be
We may well be the ones
To set this world on its ear
We may well get it done
Why the hell else are we here
We may well be the ones
To set this world on its ear
We may well be the ones
if not then why are we here
if not then why are we here
We may well be the ones
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 07/01/2005 : 00:28:21
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Little Jimmy's gone
Way out of the backstreet
Out of the window
Through the fallin' rain
Right on time
Right on time
That's why Broken Arrow
Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow
In the evenin'
Just before the Sunday six-bells chime, six-bells chime
And all the dogs are barkin'
Way on down the diamond-studded highway where you wander
And you roam from your retreat and view
Way over on the railroad
Tomorrow all the tippin' trucks will unload
Every scrapbook stuck will glue
And I'll stand beside you
Beside you child
To never never never wonder why at all
No no no no no no no no
To never never wonder why at all
To never never never wonder why it's gotta be
It has to be
Way across the country where the hillside mountain glide
The dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child to wander
Past your window with a lantern lit
You held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze
Said your time was open, go well on your merry way
Past the brazen footsteps of the silence easy
You breathe in you breathe out you breathe in you breathe out you breath in
you breathe out you breathe in you breathe out
And you're high on your high-flyin' cloud
Wrapped up in your magic shroud as ecstasy surrounds you
This time it's found you
You turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around
And I'm beside you
Beside you
Oh darlin'
To never never wonder why at all
No no no no no
To never never never wonder why at all
To never never never wonder why it's gotta be
It has to be
And I'm beside you
Beside you
Oh child
To never never wonder why at all
I'm beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Oh child
Van Morrison "Beside You" |
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* Dog in the Sand *
Austria
1036 Posts |
Posted - 07/01/2005 : 00:39:59
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"if you didn't care for me
and wouldn't care for you
we would zig-zag our way
through the boredom an pain"
"and any fool knows
a dog needs a home
a shelter
from pigs on the wing"
from pink floyd's "pigs on the wing (I &II)
I joined the cult of Souled American / 'cause they are a damn' fine band |
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Lyrics As Poetry III
