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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
 Posted - 09/09/2005 : 15:03:17
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I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb "to trust" and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
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 - 09/09/2005 : 20:35:06
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Everyday - it's a gettin' closer
goin' faster than a roller coaster
love like yours will surely come my way
a hey - a hey hey
Everyday - it's a gettin' faster
everyone says go ahead and ask her
love like yours will surely come my way
a hey, a hey hey
Everyday seems a little longer
every way - love's a little stronger
come what may - do you ever long for
true love from me |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2005 : 05:10:26
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This one goes out to a little lady known as Tre.
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
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 - 09/10/2005 : 05:17:35
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I love that song, thank you K.
 I like my coffee like I like my men. In a plastic cup. |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2005 : 05:49:49
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Sigh.
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2005 : 13:20:38
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This one also goes out to a little lady known as Tre.
You've got to catch an early plane,
And its no surprise im standing still,
Another minute more is all i need,
I'll never have enough,
This room gets so cold in the winter,
What will it take to heat this house?
I just want to feel comfortable,
When theres only the two of us in my bed,
My foot nearly brushes your leg,
I cant draw it away,
I cant push it forward,
It lies stranded,
It belongs to someone else,
We knew each other once,
This cant be what you want,
But you didnt have to demolish me,
I dont remember losing sight of your needs
I dont remember losing sight of your needs
I am not an acrobat,
I cannot perform these tricks for you,
Losing all my balance,
Falling from a wire made for you
The sky is often used as a metaphor,
I suppose its because its so big and expansive,
When a long stranded cloud sits just above the horizon,
Leaving a strip of clear blue beneath it,
It becomes the panorama,
And you turn your head 360 degrees,
And the same line follows you round,
If the land is sufficiently flat,
Really nothing can be compared to it
I dont remember losing sight of your needs
I dont remember losing sight of your needs
Your needs
I am not an acrobat,
I cannot perform these tricks for you,
Losing all my balance,
Falling from a wire made for you
I am not an acrobat,
I cant perform these tricks for you,
Losing all my balance,
Falling from a wire made for you
 I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2005 : 13:57:43
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I love that song too.
Although I've never turned anyone acrobatic or ever inspired anything like the sentiment in be mine I love those songs.
Thank you.
I like my coffee like I like my men. In a plastic cup. |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2005 : 14:02:38
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It's my favourite off Certain Trigger. Glad you liked it.
I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2005 : 14:35:12
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I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul
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toeknee
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
281 Posts |
Posted - 09/11/2005 : 12:18:26
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Belligerent ghouls
run Manchester schools
spineless swines
cemented minds
Sir leads the troops
jealous of youth
same old suit since 1962
he does the military two-step
down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
give up education
as a bad mistake
mid-week on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
knees you in the groin
elbow in the face
bruises bigger than dinner plates
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
Belligerent ghouls
run Manchester schools
spineless bastards all
Sir leads the troops
jealous of youth
same old jokes since 1902
he does the military two-step
down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
give up life
as a bad mistake
please excuse me from the gym
I've got this terrible cold coming on
he grabs and devours
kicks me in the showers
and he grabs and devours
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
Not from personal experience, mind. Just great song and great lyrics. |
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 09/11/2005 : 12:53:44
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Its Le Moz, goes without saying.
I've had this stuck in my head all weekend:
Don't waste your words, I don't need anything from you; I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do.
Damn that McGee.
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/11/2005 : 12:58:21
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Since Simon has kindly allowed excerpts in this here thread, in my mind all weekend:
Am I the happy loss
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost
Am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off
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 - 09/14/2005 : 04:00:56
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As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to sing.
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 - 09/19/2005 : 06:16:50
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Be a motorcycle
Be a getaway car
Be a house of sparrows
I am waiting
This is where you are
Thinking about the lines
That cross the sky
Mine for you and I
Never have to die
I have plans engaging
All of these points connecting one
My trap is simple
I will forgive you
For all you've never done
Lessons of the crime
Of sick and tried
In a forest crucified
You're gonna never have to die
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 - 09/19/2005 : 21:25:08
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This is a song with no words.
But no one can hear the missing.
They just look at my mouth
And look at my mouth
And say hey man, I know where you're coming from.
Furniture has no say in life,
It was made to be used by people.
How many times have you felt like a bookcase
Sitting in living room gathering dust
Full of thought already written
How bout now?
This is a song with no words.
But no one can hear the missing.
You can see my mouth and see that it's moving
I think you alreay know where I'm coming from
Right here.
fugazi - furniture |
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2005 : 02:09:10
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Stone Roses: a selection
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes
Her hair
Soft drifted snow
Death white
I’d like to know
Why she hates
All that she does
But she gives
It all that she’s got
Until the sky turns green
The grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
T takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister’s happy
With this love of mine
It’ll take all these things and oh much more
I’ve paid
For fifteen or more
But my guts
Can’t take many more
My hands are stuck
To my jeans
And she knows she knows
What this must mean
She wakes up with the sun
She asked me what is all the fuss
As she gave me more than she thought she should
She wakes up with the sun
I think what have I done
As I gave her more than I thought I would
At takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister’s happy
With this love of mine
The candy floss girl
The sticky fingered boy
Oh that sister of mine
Chimes sing sunday morn
Today’s the day she’s sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home
Now you’re at the wheel
Tell me how, how does it feel?
So good to have equalised
To lift up the lids of your eyes
As the mile they disappear
See land begin to clear
Free from the filth and the scum
This american satelites won
She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall
See the steeple pine
The hills as old as time
Soon to be put to the test
To be whipped by the winds of the west
Stands on shifting sands
The scales held in her hands
The wind it just whips her away
And fills up her brigantine sails
She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall
I've got bad intentions
I intend to
Knock you down
These stones I throw
Oh these French kisses
Are the only way I've found
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2005 : 06:06:46
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I thought you didn't like The Stone Roses?
Cool lyrics though.
I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2005 : 06:26:18
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Things change, things change.
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2005 : 08:03:14
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Love is a stranger
In an open car
To tempt you in
And drive you far away
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It’s an obsession
Love is a danger
Of a different kind
To take you away
And leave you far behind
And love love love
Is a dangerous drug
You have to receive it
And you still can’t
Get enough of the stuff
It’s savage and it’s cruel
And it shines like destruction
Comes in like the flood
And it seems like religion
It’s noble and it’s brutal
It distorts and deranges
And it wrenches you up
And you’re left like a zombie
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It’s an obsession
It’s guilt edged
Glamorous and sleek by design
You know it’s jealous by nature
False and unkind
It’s hard and restrained
And it’s totally cool
It touches and it teases
As you stumble in the debris
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It’s an obsession
Obviously, I copied this off a lyrics site. Actually, I did'nt know all the lyrics. I thought Annie Lennox sang "somethin', somethin' special" instead of "so it's an obsession", and "stumble in the day breeze", rather than "stumble in the debris"!! |
Edited by - Carl on 09/20/2005 08:04:34 |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2005 : 14:01:04
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quote:
Originally posted by Cheeseman1000
Things change, things change.
How's that for a slice of fried gold?
At this rate, you might actually be able to stand Manchester soon.
I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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whoreatthedoor
> Teenager of the Year <
Spain
2873 Posts |
Posted - 09/21/2005 : 09:33:03
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quote:
Originally posted by Carl
Obviously, I copied this off a lyrics site. Actually, I did'nt know [i]all the lyrics. I thought Annie Lennox sang "somethin', somethin' special" instead of "so it's an obsession", and "stumble in the day breeze", rather than "stumble in the debris"!!
I actually think there's no song that has described human behaviour like "Sweet Dreams". Simple, but clever.
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
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 09/22/2005 : 12:08:17
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I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon the surface for
The birds
The birds
The birds
You want me
Well fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
with a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
You want me
Well, come on and break the door down
You want me
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready...
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 09/22/2005 : 13:32:50
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quote:
Originally posted by Homers_pet_monkey
quote:
Originally posted by Cheeseman1000
Things change, things change.
How's that for a slice of fried gold?
At this rate, you might actually be able to stand Manchester soon.
I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
Let's not go nuts there, our kid.
Ooh, he's got an arm off! |
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BrendanT
= Cult of Ray =
Canada
907 Posts |
Posted - 09/22/2005 : 15:25:09
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Are my ribbons tied? Is my hair in place?
Have I got a cute expression on my face?
Are my shoes all shined?
I try to keep in line when I'm dancing in the show tonight
Does my shuffle step really look so good?
Am I doing it the way you think I should?
Would it be amiss if I blew a kiss
When I'm dancing in the show tonight?
Showtime now is getting nearer and I'm getting scared
Wish I could see in the mirror if I'm all prepared
First you take a step then you point your toe
Hope I know it like I did a week ago
Am I standing straight?
I can hardly wait till I'm dancing in the show tonight
Showtime now is getting nearer and I'm getting scared
Wish I could see in the mirror if I'm all prepared
First you take a step then you point your toe
Hope I know it like I did a week ago
Am I standing straight?
I can hardly wait till I'm dancing in the show tonight
Countercultivating Midnights
This world's a fuckin' stripmall! |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 09/22/2005 : 20:36:35
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my hair costs eighteen dollars
you can't turn down my tender color
skin can't help but want these lips
and eyes can't help but to watch these hips
i'm way out of reach you can't touch me
i'm way out of reach
i am way out of reach i'm gonna draw attention
i will
all across the nation i am speaking softly
out all there
all across this nation i am speaking words softly
CT |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 09/23/2005 : 06:02:34
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quote:
Originally posted by danjersey
Everyday - it's a gettin' closer
goin' faster than a roller coaster
love like yours will surely come my way
a hey - a hey hey
Everyday - it's a gettin' faster
everyone says go ahead and ask her
love like yours will surely come my way
a hey, a hey hey
Everyday seems a little longer
every way - love's a little stronger
come what may - do you ever long for
true love from me
This is stuck on my head now. And I like it.
Making me sway my head from side to side with a smile on my face, singing along.
I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2005 : 18:51:35
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I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand
And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand
When I felt the light I was worse than bored
I stole the doctor's scalpel and I slit the cord
I was a Catholic boy
Redeemed through pain
Not through joy
I was two months early they put me under glass
I screamed and cursed their children when the nurses passed
Was convicted of theft
When I slipped from the womb
They led me straight from my mother to a cell in the Tombs
They starved me for weeks, they thought they'd teach me fear
I fed on cellmates' dreams, it gave me fine ideas
When they cut me loose the time had served me well
I made allies in heaven, I made comrades in Hell
I was a Catholic child
The blood ran red
The blood ran wild
I make angels dance and drop to their knees
When I enter a church the feet of statues bleed
I understand the fate of all my enemies
Just like Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane
I watched the sweetest psalm stolen by the choir
I dreamed of martyrs' bones hanging from a wire
I make a contribution, I get absolution
I make a resolution to purify my soul
They can't touch me now
I got every sacrament behind me:
I got baptism,
I got communion,
I got penance,
I got extreme unction
I've got confirmation
'Cause I'm a Catholic child
The blood ran red
The blood ran wild
Now I'm a Catholic man
I put my tongue to the rail whenever I can.
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 - 09/27/2005 : 22:27:20
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ok Darlin, who is that?
"You're constantly in a state of becoming" |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2005 : 03:54:17
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Poet, punker and Patti Smith ex Jim Carroll
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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HeywoodJablome
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1485 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2005 : 19:04:08
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As I walked down by the river side
One evening in the spring
Heard a long gone sound from days gone by
Blowin' in on the great north wind
Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry
Of sorrow and delight
You can hear the cars and the shouts from bars
And the laughter and the fights
May the ghosts that howled around the house at night
Never keep you from your sleep
May they all sleep tight down in hell tonight
Or wherever they may be
As I walked on with a heavy heart
And a stone danced on the tide
And the song went on though the lights were gone
And the north wind gently sighed
And an evening breeze coming from the east
That kissed the river side
So I pray now child that you sleep tonight
When you hear this lullaby
May a wind that blows from haunted graves
Never bring you misery
May the angels bright watch you tonight
And keep you while you sleep
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2005 : 21:14:19
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The last of the daydreamers have walked out the open door
avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law
and I remember Tuesday and every last day of my life
and I'll never forget anything that stays with me at night
it's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done
it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of
a child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground
watching each step taken and his shoes a dirty brown
now he don't want a companion, got things to say but don't wanna talk
and I remember myself like him oh I hope he don't also fall
it's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done
it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of
now go and get your army boots my son
now go and get your music box come on
go and get your building blocks my son
it's time to set your sails my boy and run.
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 10/06/2005 : 16:54:16
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Hey, when her misery is conqured -how sweet
I'll stay looking, I'll seek
Above and under
Pass up the night
The love and the devil
The fight
Follow her into its world
Up to the heart of its town
Away from the night of the golden underground
On it where you press your cheek
The original floor where to sleep
Or just above and under your feet
It's what I can't give you
What I can't see
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 - 10/10/2005 : 11:17:55
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So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be
Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down
In my favorite place
And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon
Now I'm ready
To close my eyes
And now I'm ready
To close my mind
And now I'm ready
To feel your hand
And lose my heart
On the burning sands
And now I wanna
Be your dog
And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon
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 - 10/14/2005 : 19:24:46
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This is a song about susan
This is a song about the girl next door
This is a song about the everyday occurrences
That make me feel like letting go
Yes I think we’ve got a problem
So much for the afterglow
So much for the afterglow
This is a song about susan
Yeah, this is a song about the way things are
This is a song about the scary things
You see from the corner of your eyes
Don’t you wonder why?
We never talk about the future, yeah
We never talk about the past anymore
We never ask ourselves the questions
To the answers that nobody even wants to know
I guess the honeymoon is over
So much for the afterglow, so much for the afterglow
So much for the afterglow, so much for the afterglow
I remember we could talk about anything
I remember when we used to want to hang out
I remember we could talk about everything
I remember when we used to want to hang out
I remember, I remember, I remember
This love is a cancer in me, I can feel it advancing in me
This fire it is my light in the world
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2005 : 01:47:16
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Good gravy, I haven't heard that in an age. I used to like that album.
"We've known girls who've broken our hearts,
But their own simply cannot be prised apart,
But we take it on the chin, oh,
Boys Will Be Boys!"
 I have joined the Cult Of Frank/And I have dearly paid |
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Lyrics As Poetry III
