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Printableapplekisses said: mdiver2 said:  Let the love flowThere's a reason for the sunshine sky And there's a reason why I'm feelin' so high Must be the season when that love light shines All around us So let that feeling grab you deep inside And send you reeling where your love can't hide And then go stealing through the moon-lit nights With your lover {Refrain} Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season Let your love fly like a bird on the wing And let your love bind you to all living things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason There's a reason for the warm sweet nights And there's a reason for the candle lights Must be the season when those love rites shine All around us So let the wonder take you into space And lay you under its loving embrace Just feel the thunder as it warms your face You can't hold back  i was just thinking that song!!
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applekisses said: mdiver2 said: Let the love flowThere's a reason for the sunshine sky And there's a reason why I'm feelin' so high Must be the season when that love light shines All around us So let that feeling grab you deep inside And send you reeling where your love can't hide And then go stealing through the moon-lit nights With your lover {Refrain} Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season Let your love fly like a bird on the wing And let your love bind you to all living things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason There's a reason for the warm sweet nights And there's a reason for the candle lights Must be the season when those love rites shine All around us So let the wonder take you into space And lay you under its loving embrace Just feel the thunder as it warms your face You can't hold back {Refrain} Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season [Edited 8/9/06 15:37pm]  | |
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fantasyislander said: applekisses said: There's a reason for the sunshine sky And there's a reason why I'm feelin' so high Must be the season when that love light shines All around us So let that feeling grab you deep inside And send you reeling where your love can't hide And then go stealing through the moon-lit nights With your lover {Refrain} Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season Let your love fly like a bird on the wing And let your love bind you to all living things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason There's a reason for the warm sweet nights And there's a reason for the candle lights Must be the season when those love rites shine All around us So let the wonder take you into space And lay you under its loving embrace Just feel the thunder as it warms your face You can't hold back i was just thinking that song!!
and yay love!!
I had an edit so I could ad the chorus at the end...  | |
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mdiver2 said: applekisses said: There's a reason for the sunshine sky And there's a reason why I'm feelin' so high Must be the season when that love light shines All around us So let that feeling grab you deep inside And send you reeling where your love can't hide And then go stealing through the moon-lit nights With your lover {Refrain} Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season Let your love fly like a bird on the wing And let your love bind you to all living things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason There's a reason for the warm sweet nights And there's a reason for the candle lights Must be the season when those love rites shine All around us So let the wonder take you into space And lay you under its loving embrace Just feel the thunder as it warms your face You can't hold back {Refrain} Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season [Edited 8/9/06 15:37pm] | |
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Number23 said: I BELIEVE IN LOVE!
Get a haircut, hippie!  | |
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Sweeny79 said: Number23 said: I'm Scottish and have no idea what Kool Aid is. Irn Bru is served at the Korova Bar here. Girder sugar fizz mm. It's like colored suger water. This is what I was talking about: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonestown I'm afraid of Americans. 
Funny, that's actually how I used to try and get girls when I was in school. I wasn't sporty or good looking so I had to try a wee bit harder. Convincing people I knew a better way of living lifes in a utopian existence of sexual and intellectual exhileration was easy and scared me, to tell the honest truth. It's really true that people will believe what they want to believe. | |
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ThreadBare said: Number23 said: Bernie Taupin wrote that. But it;s still a piece of shit. Sorry.  mutters to self: "stay in the love groove, man... stay in the love groove..." Sorry, but it provokes my head. Every line I read I went 'No!' But that's just my perception. I'm not always right, Christ. | |
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Number23 said: Sweeny79 said: It's like colored suger water. This is what I was talking about: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonestown I'm afraid of Americans.
Funny, that's actually how I used to try and get girls when I was in school. I wasn't sporty or good looking so I had to try a wee bit harder. Convincing people I knew a better way of living lifes in a utopian existence of sexual and intellectual exhileration was easy and scared me, to tell the honest truth. It's really true that people will believe what they want to believe. I used to tell people that shit in highschool I used to try to get them to join my cult! 
No wonder I didn't have many friends. 
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Number23 said: Sweeny79 said: It's like colored suger water. This is what I was talking about: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonestown I'm afraid of Americans.
Funny, that's actually how I used to try and get girls when I was in school. I wasn't sporty or good looking so I had to try a wee bit harder. Convincing people I knew a better way of living lifes in a utopian existence of sexual and intellectual exhileration was easy and scared me, to tell the honest truth. It's really true that people will believe what they want to believe. I am too, sometimes, but Hitler did much worse and he was German.  | |
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Illustrator said: Number23 said: I BELIEVE IN LOVE!
Get a haircut, hippie! I did but it keeps growing back thicker. I want to grow it until the day my body gives up on me but I have a job where I can;t really get away with looking like an stunned Ayrian Dylan. | |
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applekisses said: Number23 said: I'm afraid of Americans.
Funny, that's actually how I used to try and get girls when I was in school. I wasn't sporty or good looking so I had to try a wee bit harder. Convincing people I knew a better way of living lifes in a utopian existence of sexual and intellectual exhileration was easy and scared me, to tell the honest truth. It's really true that people will believe what they want to believe. I am too, sometimes, but Hitler did much worse and he was German. Funny you mentioned hitler the same moment spoke of my Ayrianism. | |
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Number23 said: applekisses said: I am too, sometimes, but Hitler did much worse and he was German. Funny you mentioned hitler the same moment spoke of my Ayrianism.
I didn't read it until just now. | |
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applekisses said: Number23 said: Funny you mentioned hitler the same moment spoke of my Ayrianism.
I didn't read it until just now. If Hitler had won the war I'd be a General by now, y'know.  [Edited 8/9/06 15:53pm] | |
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Sweeny79 said: Number23 said: I'm afraid of Americans.
Funny, that's actually how I used to try and get girls when I was in school. I wasn't sporty or good looking so I had to try a wee bit harder. Convincing people I knew a better way of living lifes in a utopian existence of sexual and intellectual exhileration was easy and scared me, to tell the honest truth. It's really true that people will believe what they want to believe. I used to tell people that shit in highschool I used to try to get them to join my cult!
No wonder I didn't have many friends.
I genuinely thought I was going to change the world, y'know. | |
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Number23 said: Sweeny79 said: I used to tell people that shit in highschool I used to try to get them to join my cult!
No wonder I didn't have many friends.
I genuinely thought I was going to change the world, y'know. Ha! So did I 
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Sweeny79 said: Number23 said: I genuinely thought I was going to change the world, y'know. Ha! So did I
Sometimes I still think I can  | |
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Sweeny79 said: Number23 said: I genuinely thought I was going to change the world, y'know. Ha! So did I
Maybe one day on a park bench in New York we'll laugh about all this nonsense when we're grounded by memory and wrinkles. | |
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You love her
But she loves him And he loves somebody else You just can't win And so it goes Till the day you die This thing they call love It's gonna make you cry I've had the blues The reds and the pinks One thing for sure (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah Two by two and side by side Love's gonna find you yes it is You just can't hide You'll hear it call Your heart will fall Then love will fly It's gonna soar I don't care for any casanova thing All I can say is Love stinks (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah I've been through diamonds I've been through minks I've been through it all Love stinks (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah | |
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applekisses said: Sweeny79 said: Ha! So did I
Sometimes I still think I can me too In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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luv4all7 said: You love her
But she loves him And he loves somebody else You just can't win And so it goes Till the day you die This thing they call love It's gonna make you cry I've had the blues The reds and the pinks One thing for sure (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah Two by two and side by side Love's gonna find you yes it is You just can't hide You'll hear it call Your heart will fall Then love will fly It's gonna soar I don't care for any casanova thing All I can say is Love stinks (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah I've been through diamonds I've been through minks I've been through it all Love stinks (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks yeah yeah Ugh, more awful poetry. Dig out Cohen, Dylan, Cave! | |
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Number23 said: Sweeny79 said: Ha! So did I
Maybe one day on a park bench in New York we'll laugh about all this nonsense when we're grounded by memory and wrinkles. Why wait I'll meet ya for tea tomorrow In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Love is why I wake up most mornings... | |
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I can hear the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain. My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most. The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still. I come back to the town from the flaming moon I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon. I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear? Everybody's wearing a disguise To hide what they've got left behind their eyes. But me, I can't cover what I am Wherever the children go I'll follow them. I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I'm not free. How long must I suffer such abuse Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose? I've given up the game, I've got to leave, The pot of gold is only make-believe. The treasure can't be found by men who search Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church. We sat in an empty theater and we kissed, I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list. My head tells me it's time to make a change But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange. One more time at midnight, near the wall Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl. Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit? Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it. | |
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Sweeny79 said: Number23 said: Maybe one day on a park bench in New York we'll laugh about all this nonsense when we're grounded by memory and wrinkles. Why wait I'll meet ya for tea tomorrow It's possible we could be sharing a bottle of wine in Greenwich Village tomorrow afternoon if I phoned a taxi for the airport just now, but you'd freak out I'm sure. Keep me in your head where I belong!  | |
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Number23 said: Dig out Cohen, Dylan, Cave!
March 16, 1950 Cat: my cat: If only you would write to me: My love, oh Cat. This is not, as it seems from the address above, a dive, a joint, saloon, etc. but the honourable & dignified headquarters of the dons of the University of Chicago. I love you. That is all I know. But all I know, too, is that I am writing into space: the kind of dreadful, unknown space I am just going to enter. I am going to Iowa, Illinois, Idaho, Indindiana, but these, though mis-spelt, *are* on the map. You are not. Have you forgotten me? I am the man you used to say you loved. I used to sleep in your arms - do you remember? But you never write. You are perhaps mindless of me. I am not of you. I love you. There isn't a moment of any hideous day when I do not say to myself. 'It will be alright. I shall go home. Caitlin loves me. I love Caitlin.' But perhaps you have forgotten. If you have forgotten, or lost your affection for me, please, my Cat, let me know. I Love You. Dylan ((Dylan Thomas, Welsh poet, to his wife Caitlin while he was on a reading tour in North America.)) and LoveSick ~ Bob Dylan I'm walking through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping Did I hear someone tell a lie? Did I hear someone's distant cry? I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile While I was sleeping I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on To a shadow I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick This kind of love; I'm love sick Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you And I wonder I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to Be with you  In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Number23 said: Sweeny79 said: Why wait I'll meet ya for tea tomorrow It's possible we could be sharing a bottle of wine in Greenwich Village tomorrow afternoon if I phoned a taxi for the airport just now, but you'd freak out I'm sure. Keep me in your head where I belong! I more than likely would freak out.
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Number23 said: Sweeny79 said: Why wait I'll meet ya for tea tomorrow It's possible we could be sharing a bottle of wine in Greenwich Village tomorrow afternoon if I phoned a taxi for the airport just now, but you'd freak out I'm sure. Keep me in your head where I belong! Wow... that is sweet..  | |
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Sweeny79 said: Number23 said: Dig out Cohen, Dylan, Cave!
March 16, 1950 Cat: my cat: If only you would write to me: My love, oh Cat. This is not, as it seems from the address above, a dive, a joint, saloon, etc. but the honourable & dignified headquarters of the dons of the University of Chicago. I love you. That is all I know. But all I know, too, is that I am writing into space: the kind of dreadful, unknown space I am just going to enter. I am going to Iowa, Illinois, Idaho, Indindiana, but these, though mis-spelt, *are* on the map. You are not. Have you forgotten me? I am the man you used to say you loved. I used to sleep in your arms - do you remember? But you never write. You are perhaps mindless of me. I am not of you. I love you. There isn't a moment of any hideous day when I do not say to myself. 'It will be alright. I shall go home. Caitlin loves me. I love Caitlin.' But perhaps you have forgotten. If you have forgotten, or lost your affection for me, please, my Cat, let me know. I Love You. Dylan ((Dylan Thomas, Welsh poet, to his wife Caitlin while he was on a reading tour in North America.)) and LoveSick ~ Bob Dylan I'm walking through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping Did I hear someone tell a lie? Did I hear someone's distant cry? I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile While I was sleeping I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on To a shadow I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick This kind of love; I'm love sick Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you And I wonder I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to Be with you God, Dylan Thomas reminds me of my own nonsense. I've never read his stuff. I haven't really read very many poets actually. Authors either. I just get frustrated. Sylvia Plath makes me nod and smile, though. I think we'd have enjoyed each other's company, if I'm not being too presumptious or arrogant. | |
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shanti0608 said: Number23 said: It's possible we could be sharing a bottle of wine in Greenwich Village tomorrow afternoon if I phoned a taxi for the airport just now, but you'd freak out I'm sure. Keep me in your head where I belong! Wow... that is sweet.. I was a nice kid, with a nice paper round... | |
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Number23 said: Sweeny79 said: March 16, 1950 Cat: my cat: If only you would write to me: My love, oh Cat. This is not, as it seems from the address above, a dive, a joint, saloon, etc. but the honourable & dignified headquarters of the dons of the University of Chicago. I love you. That is all I know. But all I know, too, is that I am writing into space: the kind of dreadful, unknown space I am just going to enter. I am going to Iowa, Illinois, Idaho, Indindiana, but these, though mis-spelt, *are* on the map. You are not. Have you forgotten me? I am the man you used to say you loved. I used to sleep in your arms - do you remember? But you never write. You are perhaps mindless of me. I am not of you. I love you. There isn't a moment of any hideous day when I do not say to myself. 'It will be alright. I shall go home. Caitlin loves me. I love Caitlin.' But perhaps you have forgotten. If you have forgotten, or lost your affection for me, please, my Cat, let me know. I Love You. Dylan ((Dylan Thomas, Welsh poet, to his wife Caitlin while he was on a reading tour in North America.)) and LoveSick ~ Bob Dylan I'm walking through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping Did I hear someone tell a lie? Did I hear someone's distant cry? I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile While I was sleeping I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on To a shadow I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick This kind of love; I'm love sick Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you And I wonder I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to Be with you God, Dylan Thomas reminds me of my own nonsense. I've never read his stuff. I haven't really read very many poets actually. Authors either. I just get frustrated. Sylvia Plath makes me nod and smile, though. I think we'd have enjoyed each other's company, if I'm not being too presumptious or arrogant. I never made the connection before but yeah you are a little like Dylan Thomas ,Plath , I like TS Elliot. 
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