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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
 Posted - 07/02/2005 : 15:33:08
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Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.
Don't believe the type!
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/02/2005 : 15:34:24
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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Don't believe the type!
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Little Black Francis
> Teenager of the Year <
3648 Posts |
Posted - 07/02/2005 : 15:36:46
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if were going classic..
Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/02/2005 : 15:38:24
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Speaking of which, Sir Paul is on now.
Don't believe the type!
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 11:14:29
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For Kittie
I was hell
sarcastic silver swell.
that day it rained
tough spun. hard won. no
ocean flower aquarium
badlands. give a hand.
honey dipped. flim flam
hey hey. hey hey.
that cat can walk like a big bad man.
so happy to show us
I ate the lotus.
say haven't you noticed?
I ate the lotus
storefront window, I reflect.
just last week I was merely heck
tip the scale. I was hell
picked me up, then I fell.
who's this stranger? crowbar spine
dot dot dot and I feel fine.
let it rain, rain, rain
bring my happy back again.
so happy to show us
I ate the lotus.
say haven't you noticed?
I ate the lotus
let it rain, rain, rain
save me from myself again
wash away my ugly sins
opposing thumb, dorsal fin
that monkey died for my grin
bring my happy back again
let it rain, rain, rain
bring my happy back again
so happy to show us
I ate the lotus.
say haven't you noticed?
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 11:34:40
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Oh don't do this to me!
Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river there is a girl without a dream
I'm sorry
Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But I'm not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another home, this choice isn't mine
Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 11:37:09
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No, don't you do this to ME!
(a song about Kim Deal's own Ohio)
Let's put our heads together and start a new country up
Our father's father's father tried, erased the parts he didn't like
Let's try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
And we gathered up our friends, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, underneath the river bed
This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga, Cuyahoga, gone
Let's put our heads together, start a new country up,
Underneath the river bed we burned the river down.
This is where they walked, swam, hunted, danced and sang,
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga, Cuyahoga, gone
Rewrite the book and rule the pages, saving face, secured in faith
Bury, burn the waste behind you
This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We are not your allies, we can not defend
This is where they walked, this is where they swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga, Cuyahoga, gone
Cuyahoga, Cuyahoga, gone
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 12:41:47
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This one goes out to Wilhelm.
This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop
These clothes
These clothes don’t fit us right
I’m to blame
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out
We’ve been through fake-a-breakdown
Self-hurt
Plastics, collections
Self-help, self-pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this, I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
A hotline, a wanted ad
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
I need ... I need this.....
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 12:49:53
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Start with your fingers, they finger the change,
That carries you home in our evening;
You're beestung there - press your palm to the snow-coated thought cage,
Carries me over your thinking.
You're beestung there.
Between the tall buildings and snow-coated alleys, between us is nothing but grace.
Snow rides the wind down and drives past the window,
Falling all over your face.
I fly out the window, and then ride the wind down,
You fit me into my place.
You're beestung here - start with your eyes when they eye me in twilight, picking up pieces of mine;
Tie me up with the twine in your eye eyelight, string me from heaven to time.
You bee stung me... between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys, between us is nothing but grace.
Help me up when you hear me behind you,
Falling all over the place.
Its not too late.
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offerw
* Dog in the Sand *
South Africa
1264 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 12:56:27
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If I walk down this hallway, tonight,
It's too quiet,
So I Pad through the dark
and call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
and let your house ring
til I wake you ghost.
Let him walk down your hallway
it's not this quiet
slide down your receiver
sprint across the wire
follow my number
slide into my hand.
It's the blaze across my nightgown
it's the phone's ring.
I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
I can't drink this coffee
til I put you in my closet
let him shoot me down
let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
you're not that tough.
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 16:00:08
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When routine bites hard,
And ambitions are low,
And resentments ride high,
But emotions won't grow,
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
You cry out in your sleep,
All my failings exposed.
And there's a taste in my mouth,
As desperation takes hold.
Just that something so good just can't function no more.
But love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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jimmy
= Cult of Ray =
USA
876 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2005 : 16:18:47
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I don't want dick tonight/ Eat my pussy right
Lil Kim "I Don't Want Dick Tonight" |
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2005 : 04:17:09
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"Panic on the streets of London"
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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geertos
- FB Fan -
Belgium
158 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2005 : 04:24:34
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Boom goes London
Boom Paree
More room for you more room for me
- Randy Newman, Political Science
(Disclaimer: I'm sorry if it sounds disrespectful) |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2005 : 05:42:29
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For everybody who's upset about the attacks in London:
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Monsieur
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1688 Posts |
Posted - 07/09/2005 : 12:44:53
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They call you ecstasy
Nothing ever sticks to you
Not velcro, not scotch tape
Not my arms dipped in glue
Not if I wrap myself in nylon
A piece of duct tape down my back
Love pierced the arrow with the twelve
And I can’t get you back
Ah, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ah, ecstasy
Across the streets an old ford, they took off it’s wheels
The engine is gone
In it’s seat sits a box
With a note that says, goodbye charlie, thanks a lot
I see a child through a window with a bib
And I think of us and what we almost did
The hudson rocketing with light
The ships pass the statue of liberty at night
They call it ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy
Some men call me st. ivory
Some call me st. maurice
I’m smooth as alabaster
With white veins runnin’ through my cheeks
A big stud through my eyebrow
A scar on my arm that says, domain
I put it over the tattoo
That contained your name
They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
The moon passing through a cloud
A body facing up is floating towards a crowd
And I think of a time and what I couldn’t do
I couldn’t hold you close, I couldn’t, I couldn’t become you
They call you ecstasy, I can’t hold you down
I can’t hold you up
I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio
No engine, no hood
I’m going to the cafe, I hope they’ve got music
And I hope that they can play
But if we have to part
I’ll have a new scar right over my heart
I’ll call it ecstasy
Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
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Monsieur
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1688 Posts |
Posted - 07/09/2005 : 13:03:47
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Lou Reed's poetry is very reminiscent of TS Eliot and Burroughs, my favorite poets.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 07/09/2005 : 18:11:57
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quote:
Originally posted by Monsieur
I’ll have a new scar right over my heart
I’ll call it ecstasy
That reminds me of FB's lyrical style, a bit! |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 07/09/2005 : 19:42:30
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Lost out in the machinery
Lifeless, slow, and cold
Alone at home, alone tonight
Walk around the complex
No visitors, no oxygen
Just me, no movement
Please let that be you
Knocking on my door so loud just like you do
Bring in a message or two
You know you are my fate and I love you
Empty, everything's technical, sterile, and endless
Inside, a malfunction
Observe and obsess
Please let that be you
Ringing my phone right now, like I wish you would do
Call in with some good news
You know you are my fate and I love you
You are my fate and I love you
Stand by my side, always be true
You are my fate and I love you
I'll raise my right hand and swear it's true
You are my fate
Please let that be you
Singing my song so nice sounding like you do
Just humming along to your tune
You know you are my fate and I love you
The Rentals |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/10/2005 : 08:08:01
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I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
But
[Chorus]
New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)
The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
It is up to me now, turn on the bright lights
Don't believe the type!
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 07/10/2005 : 19:50:38
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He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding
Talking crippled on the cross
Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating
Fleeing what a loss
The things he hadt touched or kissed his senses
Slowly stripped away
Not like buddha not like vishnu
Life wouldt rise through him again
I find it easy to believe
That he might question his beliefs
The beginning of the last temptation
Dime story mystery
The duality of nature, godly nature,
Human nature splits the soul
Fully human, fully divine and divided
The great immortal soul
Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites
Attract
From the front, the side, the back
The mind itself attacks
I know the feeling, I know it from before
Descartes through hegel belief is never sure
Dime store mystery, last temptation
I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering
The mysteries of life
Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering
The mysteries of life
Thers a funeral tomorrow
At st. patrics the bells will ring for you
Ah, what must you have been thinking
When you realized the time had come for you
I wish I hadt thrown away my time
On so much human and so much less divine
The end of the last temptation
The end of a dime store mystery
Lou Reed
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Carolynanna
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Canada
6556 Posts |
Posted - 07/11/2005 : 01:32:56
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Its been in my head since KSR brought it up;
Three days was the morning.
My focus three days old.
My head, it landed to the sounds of cricket bows...
I am proud man anyway...
Covered now by three days...
Three ways was the morning.
Three lovers, in three ways.
We knew when she landed, three days she'd stay.
I am a proud man anyway...
Covered now by three days...
We saw shadows of the morning light
the shadows of the evening sun
till the shadows and the light were one.
Shadows of the morning light
the shadows of the evening sun
till the shadows and the light were one...
True hunting is over.
No herds to follow.
Without game, men prey on each other.
The family weakens by the bite we swallow...
True leaders gone, of land and people.
We choose no kin but adopted strangers.
The family weakens by the length we travel...
All of us with wings...
All of us with wings...
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys.
Loves his Marys.
Bits of puzzle, hitting each other.
All now with wings!
'Oh my Marys! Never wonder... Night is shelter for nudity's shiver...'
All now with wings...
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 07/11/2005 : 22:43:58
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Heaven - is the whole of the heart
and heaven - don't tear you apart
yeah heaven - is the whole of the heart
and heaven - don't tear you apart
There's too many kings
wanna hold you down
and a world at the window gone underground
There's a hole in the sky
where the sun don't shine
and clock on the wall
and it counts my time
(CHORUS)
There's a song on the air
with a love-you line
and a face in the glass
and it looks like mine
and I'm standing on ice when I say
that i don't hear planes
and i scream at the fools
wanna jump my train
The Psychedelic Furs |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/11/2005 : 22:49:30
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She floats like a swan
Grace on the water
Lips like sugar
Lips like sugar
Just when you think you’ve caught her
She glides across the water
She calls for you tonight
To share this moonlight
You’ll flow down her river
She’ll ask you and you’ll give her
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
She knows what she knows
I know what she’s thinking
Sugar kisses
Sugar kisses
Just when you think she’s yours
She’s flown to other shores
To laugh at how you break
And melt into this lake
You’ll flow down her river
But you’ll never give her
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
She’ll be my mirror
Reflect what I am
A loser and a winner
The king of Siam
And my Siamese twin
Alone on the river
Mirror kisses
Mirror kisses
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 07/11/2005 : 23:10:15
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Stay away from me cos Im in my sin
Stay away from me everybody cos Im in my sin
If this joint is raided somebody give my gin
Dont try me nobody cos you will never win
Mm yeah dont try me nobody cos you will never win
Ill fight the army and navy somebody gives me my gin
When Im feeling high I dont have nothing to do
Oh when Im feeling high I dont have nothing to do
Just fill me full of good liquor Ill sure be nice to you
Any bootlegger show him a pal of mine any old time
Any bootlegger show him a pal of mine
Cos a good bottle of gin will get it everytime
Lord I dont want no clothes
I dont even want no bed to lay my head
I dont want no clothes
I dont event want no bed to lay my head
I dont want no pork chops and green
Just give me gin instead
Oh oh stay away from me cos Im in my sin
Oh oh stay away from me yeah everybody cos Im in my sin
If this joint is raided somebody give me my gin
Somebody give me my gin
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2005 : 20:44:05
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6' 1"
I bet you fall in bed too easily
With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave
And you sell yourself as a man to save
But all the money in the world is not enough
I bet you've long since passed understanding
What it takes to be satisfied
You're like a vine that keeps climbing higher
But all the money in the world is not enough
And all the bridges blown away keep floating up
It's cold and rough
And I kept standing 6' 1"
Instead of 5' 2"
And I love my life and I hated you
It's cold out there and rough
And I kept standing 6' 1"
Instead of 5' 2"
And I love my life and I hated you
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2005 : 20:49:05
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i wonder where that fish did go
that fishey fishey fishey
ohhhhhhhhh
"To be known as an underdog - that can only be a good thing. It's better than sucking."
- Frank Black
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/25/2005 : 09:50:49
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Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs
I know I can't breathe
And I hope someone will save me this time
And your mother's still calling you insane
And I swear that it's different this time
And you tell her you give in to the demons that possess her and that god never
blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide
And you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying
And sometimes when you're on
You're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
And you'll be better
And you'll be smarter
And more grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you'll be awake
You'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest
You'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy
Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
And your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
And you'll fight it
You'll go out fighting all of them.
Don't believe the type!
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/27/2005 : 09:03:17
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They need a lifetime that is comfortable
They travel far to keep their stomachs full
They make a living off of arts and crafts
The kind with sea shells, driftwood and burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than he will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show
Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart
Keeps her photographs close to her heart
Keep the bitterness close to the heart
They need a lifetime that is comfortable
They travel far to keep their stomachs full
They make a living off of arts and crafts
The kind with sea shells, driftwood and burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than she will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show
Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart
Keeps her photographs close his heart
Keep the bitterness close to the heart
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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whoreatthedoor
> Teenager of the Year <
Spain
2873 Posts |
Posted - 07/29/2005 : 00:56:53
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Neutral Milk Hotel - Song Against Sex
And the first one tore a picture
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from this hands
And when I put my arms around him
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string...
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
Lost like a bell that's tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
And the waiting scene and the sunday dream
They're all waiting here for me
Deli markets with their flower stands
Pretty girls and the burning men
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in a fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take
To soothe my mind so I'm always sober
Always aching, always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
And wasted gas-station attendents
Attending to their jobs
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
Oh when this world just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You're too wonderful to die
From anything we could call loving
Any love worth living for
So I'll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
And when I wake up in the morning
I forgot to lock the door
Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline
You won't see me anymore
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
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Posted - 07/29/2005 : 03:23:15
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But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You're too wonderful to die
I know the song, but I never concentrated on the lyrics before. I like this line especially.
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whoreatthedoor
> Teenager of the Year <
Spain
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Posted - 07/29/2005 : 04:11:09
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I enjoy a lot "Neutral Milk Hotel" lyrics.
They are like Dalí paintings made music.
Perhaps a dumb definition.
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 07/29/2005 : 06:41:35
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a song i can only shout, not sing
I am still living with your ghost
Lonely and dreaming of the West Coast
I don’t want to be your down time
I don’t want to be your stupid game
With my big black boots and an old suitcase
I do believe I’ll find myself a new place
I don’t want to be the bad guy
I don’t want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore
I just want to see some palm trees
Go and try and shake away this disease
We can live beside the ocean
Leave the fire behind
Swim out past the breakers
Watch the world die
I am still dreaming of your face
Hungry and hollow for all the things you took away
I don’t want to be your good time
I don’t want to be your fall-back crutch anymore
I’ll walk right out into a brand new day
Insane and rising in my own weird way
I don’t want to be the bad guy
I don’t want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore
I just want to feel some sunshine
I just want to find some place to be alone
We can live beside the ocean
Leave the fire behind
Swim out past the breakers
Watch the world die
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/01/2005 : 06:46:58
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Staring on into night
Complete synapse
I switched on something I did not see
May I leave?
I believe I might
This sweet collapse
Baby I cannot get me free
When you’ve got your fazer eyes on me
Driving on into where, I do not know
Shores that once were by the sea
I’m seeing something that is not there
It’s so fast it’s slow
And it’s playing with my memory
And you’ve got your fazer eyes on me
Accustomed to the frequency of glow, oh yeah
You won’t be frightened of the real thing after the show
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 08/05/2005 : 06:51:56
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Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
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Lyrics As Poetry III
