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PrintableLordEvil said: SammiJ said: is this it? Did you ever wake up to find A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time It's just that demon life has got you in its sway It's just that demon life has got you in its sway Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on the burial ground Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway There must be ways to find out Love is the way they say is really strutting out Hey, hey, hey now One day I woke up to find Right in the bed next to mine Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me... It's just that demon life has got me... Yes thanks Samantha   Samille  | |
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SammiJ said: LordEvil said: Yes thanks Samantha Samille We know your real name is Samantha Jenkins 23 more days to Ball Dangle Day!!!!! | |
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LordEvil said: SammiJ said: Samille We know your real name is Samantha Jenkins :wacko: that's not what my birth certificate told me. | |
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SammiJ said: LordEvil said: We know your real name is Samantha Jenkins :wacko: that's not what my birth certificate told me. at least he's not calling you Calpurnia.  | |
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One of my absolute all time favorite lyrics EVER
And I dreamt of running.... And in the dream I myself could run...And I feel the ground beneath my feet...And I move like music, You move me, like music... 2010: Healing the Wounds of the Past.... http://prince.org/msg/8/325740 | |
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evenstar3 said: SammiJ said: :wacko: that's not what my birth certificate told me. at least he's not calling you Calpurnia. ah its Calpornia 23 more days to Ball Dangle Day!!!!! | |
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evenstar3 said: SammiJ said: :wacko: that's not what my birth certificate told me. at least he's not calling you Calpurnia. i am SO sorry!  | |
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Beast Of Burden Rolling Stones
I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad, but it's a hurting All I want is for you to make love to me I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting All I want is for you to make love to me Am I hard enough, Am I rough enough Am I rich enough, I'm not to blind to see I'll never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Music on the radio Come on baby make sweet love to me Am I hard enough, Am I rough enough Am I rich enough, I'm not to blind to see Oh little sister Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl Solo You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl Come on baby please please please I'll tell ya You can put me out...on the street You can put me out...with no shoes on my feet But you can put me out, put me out, put me out of misery All your sickness, I can suck it up Throw it all at me, I can shrug it off There's one thing baby, that I don't understand You keep telling me, I ain't your kind of man Ain't I rough enough Ain't I tough enough Ain't I rich enough, in love enough Ooh, ooh, please I'll never be your beast of burden I'll never be your beast of burden Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles and my feet are hurtin All I want is you to make love to me I don't need no beast of burden I need no fussin I need no nursin Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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Just a song before I go
To whom it may concern Travelling twice the speed of sound It's easy to get burned When the shows were over We had to get back home And when we opened up the door I had to be alone She helped me with my suitcase She stands before my eyes Driving me to the airport And to the friendly skies Going through security I held her for so long She finally looked at me in love And she was gone Just a song before I go A lesson to be learned Travelling twice the speed of sound It's easy to get burned since I had to say goodbye to my husband again, the imagery in this song haunts me.  
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This song is my life:
"Jesus Of Suburbia" by: Greenday [Part 1] I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the moms and brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me [Part 2: City Of The Damned] At the center of the Earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 where I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care I read the graffiti In the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess It didn't say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to careeeee [Part 3: I don't care] I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care [x4] I don't careeeee Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the middle east We are the stories and disciples Of the Jesus of suburbia Land of make believe That don't believe in me Land of make believe And I don't believe And I don't care! I don't care! [x4] [Part 4: Dearly beloved] Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse [Part 5: Tales of another broken home] To live and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run I run away To the light of masochist And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line A million and one fucking times But not this time I don't feel any shame I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home You're leaving... You're leaving... You're leaving... Ah you're leaving home... Let's go down 2 the holy river,
If we drown then we'll be delivered. If we don't then we'll never see the light. If U die before U try, U'll have 2 come back and face the light. When U believe it, U got a good reason 2 cry. www.myspace.com/xxchina | |
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I can see that you've seen better days
You keep falling back into a backward haze Into the clouds in with a crowd that will let you down And it's always the same always a shame when you hit the ground Some day soon you'll be on your own No more haze or clouds or crowds or chances you've blown Should I wait for you or should I go ahead? Or turn a phrase instead? Cat got the tongue I could get hung up on you A day in the sun I need a life with a view Cat got the tongue I could get hung up on you A day in the sun I need a life with a view Then you're lonely And if only Blowoff Life With A View http://elmadartista.tumblr.com/ http://twitter.com/madartista | |
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butterfli25 said: since I had to say goodbye to my husband again, the imagery in this song haunts me.
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Haystack said: As an honest answer to your question, 'Susan's House' by Eels made me sit up in bed when I first heard it;
Going over to susan's house Walking south down baxter street Nothing hiding behind this picket fence There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles On the sidewalk where her house burnt down two years ago People say that back then she really wasn't that crazy Going over to susan's house Going over to susan's house She's gonna make it right Down by the donut prince A fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk With a bullet in his forehead In a final act of indignity The paramedics take off all his clothes For the whole world to see While they put him in the bag Meanwhile an old couple argues inside the queen bee The sick fluorescent light shimmering on their skin Going over to susan's house Going over to susan's house I can't be alone tonight Take a left down echo park A kid asks do i want some crack Tv sets are spewing baywatch Through the windows into black Here comes a girl with long brown hair Who can't be more than seventeen She sucks on a red popsicle while she pushes a baby girl In a pink carriage And i'm thinking that must be her sister That must be her sister, right? They go into the 7-11 And i keep walking Going over to susan's house and did you strike your head while doing it? "I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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Right Here Waiting ~ Richard Marx
Oceans apart day after day And I slowly go insane I hear your voice on the line But it doesn't stop the pain If I see you next to never How can we say forever Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you I took for granted, all the times That I though would last somehow I hear the laughter, I taste the tears But I can't get near you now Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me goin' CrAzY Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you I wonder how we can survive This romance But in the end if I'm with you I'll take the chance Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me goin' cRaZy Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you | |
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Wind Beneath My Wings
Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh. It must have been cold there in my shadow, to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way. You always walked a step behind. So I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strain. A beautiful face without a name for so long. A beautiful smile to hide the pain. Did you ever know that you're my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings. It might have appeared to go unnoticed, but I've got it all here in my heart. I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it. I would be nothing without you. Did you ever know that you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be. I could fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings. Did I ever tell you you're my hero? You're everything, everything I wish I could be. Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. Oh, the wind beneath my wings. You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings. Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky. Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings. | |
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madartista said: butterfli25 said: since I had to say goodbye to my husband again, the imagery in this song haunts me.
thanks babe.
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I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
-And- I certainly haven't been spreading myself around I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb, But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so I can't stop changing all the time I notice that my opponent is always on the go -And- Won't go slow, so's not to focus, and I notice She'll hitch a ride with any guide, as long as They go fast from whence she came - But she's no good at being uncomfortable, so She can't stop staying exactly the same If there was a better way to go then it would find me I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me Be kind to me, or treat me mean I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day You deem me due to clean my view and be at piece and lay I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way, and say, I've been getting along for long before you came into the play I am the baby of the family, it happens, so - Everybody cares and wears the sheeps' clothes While they chaperone Curious, you looking down your nose at me, while you appease - Courteous, to try and help - but let me set your Mind at ease If there was a better way to go then it would find me I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me Be kind to me, or treat me mean I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine -Do I so worry you, you need to hurry to my side? -It's very kind But it's to no avail; and I don't want the bail I promise you, everything will be just fine If there was a better way to go then it would find me I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me Be kind to me, or treat me mean I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine There is no perfect place
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minneapolisgenius said: "Wickerman"
Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel. I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill. The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup. But it flows. Yeah, it flows. Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork conduits Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall. Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies. Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel. Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel. And the river flows on. Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met. I went there again for old time's sake Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune. It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it. And the cafe was still there too The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables. I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon. And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first time And a feeling like electricity flowed thru' my whole body. And I immediately knew that I'd entered a completely different world. And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside. At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct I went there with you once - except you were somebody else - And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together. Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night. But that this custom had died out when someone jumped Landed too near to the riverbank Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them. I don't know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge. No chance. Never in a million years. Yeah, a river flows underneath this city I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives. Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, thru' man-hole covers along the route. Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way. Oh, this is as far as we got last time But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities. Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much. I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say. I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker The river flowed by day after day "One day" I thought, "One day I will follow it" but that day never came I moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back. I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take us. Wherever it wants us to go. Wherever it wants us to go.[/color] Thats the most true lyrics of Sheffield I have ever seen, I suddenly feel sentimental about home. | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: minneapolisgenius said: "Wickerman"
Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel. I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill. The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup. But it flows. Yeah, it flows. Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork conduits Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall. Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies. Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel. Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel. And the river flows on. Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met. I went there again for old time's sake Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune. It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it. And the cafe was still there too The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables. I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon. And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first time And a feeling like electricity flowed thru' my whole body. And I immediately knew that I'd entered a completely different world. And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside. At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct I went there with you once - except you were somebody else - And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together. Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night. But that this custom had died out when someone jumped Landed too near to the riverbank Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them. I don't know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge. No chance. Never in a million years. Yeah, a river flows underneath this city I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives. Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, thru' man-hole covers along the route. Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way. Oh, this is as far as we got last time But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities. Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much. I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say. I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker The river flowed by day after day "One day" I thought, "One day I will follow it" but that day never came I moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back. I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take us. Wherever it wants us to go. Wherever it wants us to go.[/color] Thats the most true lyrics of Sheffield I have ever seen, I suddenly feel sentimental about home. I didn't know you were from Sheffield!  So yeah, it must hit home to read lyrics like that I suppose.  The way he sings them and the way they're written really paints a picture of it for me. I feel like I have been there actually. "I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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minneapolisgenius said: JDINTERACTIVE said: Thats the most true lyrics of Sheffield I have ever seen, I suddenly feel sentimental about home. I didn't know you were from Sheffield! So yeah, it must hit home to read lyrics like that I suppose. The way he sings them and the way they're written really paints a picture of it for me. I feel like I have been there actually. Yeah, Sheffield is my home town so the Leadmill, the Wicker, Broomhill and the Moore really come to mind when I think of home. Jarvis is a Sheffield legend, a real poet. I will show you around someday. | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: minneapolisgenius said: I didn't know you were from Sheffield! So yeah, it must hit home to read lyrics like that I suppose. The way he sings them and the way they're written really paints a picture of it for me. I feel like I have been there actually. Yeah, Sheffield is my home town so the Leadmill, the Wicker, Broomhill and the Moore really come to mind when I think of home. Jarvis is a Sheffield legend, a real poet. I will show you around someday. Oh that would be amazing. (if I ever get around to making it over there.)
I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there.  A few years back I watched this documentary all about the rise and fall of Sheffield (the steel industry and all that) . It was pretty depressing actually. [Edited 1/24/07 7:20am] "I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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minneapolisgenius said: JDINTERACTIVE said: Yeah, Sheffield is my home town so the Leadmill, the Wicker, Broomhill and the Moore really come to mind when I think of home. Jarvis is a Sheffield legend, a real poet. I will show you around someday. Oh that would be amazing. (if I ever get around to making it over there.)
I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. A few years back I watched this documentary all about the rise and fall of Sheffield (the steel industry and all that) . It was pretty depressing actually.
[Edited 1/24/07 7:20am] But it's being rebuilt all the time now. I really enjoyed my time there in September. And JD makes a lovely tour guide. You should go! |
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minneapolisgenius said: JDINTERACTIVE said: Yeah, Sheffield is my home town so the Leadmill, the Wicker, Broomhill and the Moore really come to mind when I think of home. Jarvis is a Sheffield legend, a real poet. I will show you around someday. Oh that would be amazing. (if I ever get around to making it over there.)
I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. A few years back I watched this documentary all about the rise and fall of Sheffield (the steel industry and all that) . It was pretty depressing actually.
[Edited 1/24/07 7:20am] Its not that bad but Jarvis surely cant be the most famous character from Sheffield! What about Sean Bean, the Human League, Joe Cocker, Def Leppard, Heaven 17, the Arctic Monkeys, the Full Monty, the Steel?! | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: minneapolisgenius said: Oh that would be amazing. (if I ever get around to making it over there.)
I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. A few years back I watched this documentary all about the rise and fall of Sheffield (the steel industry and all that) . It was pretty depressing actually.
[Edited 1/24/07 7:20am] Its not that bad but Jarvis surely cant be the most famous character from Sheffield! What about Sean Bean, the Human League, Joe Cocker, Def Leppard, Heaven 17, the Arctic Monkeys, the Full Monty, the Steel?! I forgot about Def Leppard , don't know who Sean Bean, the Steel, or Heaven 17 is  , didn't know The Human League was from there, forgot about that other Cocker guy  , and I'm not really a fan of the Arctic Monkeys, plus I didn't know where they were from either.
The Full Monty though. I forgot about that one. That's a movie though and not so much a famous person."I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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CarrieMpls said: minneapolisgenius said: Oh that would be amazing. (if I ever get around to making it over there.)
I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. A few years back I watched this documentary all about the rise and fall of Sheffield (the steel industry and all that) . It was pretty depressing actually.
[Edited 1/24/07 7:20am] But it's being rebuilt all the time now. I really enjoyed my time there in September. And JD makes a lovely tour guide. You should go!Oh I'm sure he is and I'd love to go. It's always better when you have someone to show you around. The documentary was just really depressing though. But then, I like "depressing" places. "I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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Jeff Buckley 
Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this : The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya And she tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... (Yeah but) Baby I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know) I used to live alone before I knew ya And I've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Well there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do ya But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... [Instrumental] Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu... Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu... Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallellllluuuuujjjaahhhh...Hallelllluuuuujjaaaaahhhh [Edited 1/24/07 19:29pm] | |
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The Church
Espionage An autumn afternoon Spent in the Secret City These final chapters should have Been left out of the story In the apartment The atmosphere hovers heavy Zip up my black suede boots I am almost ready The hidden cameras Function so discretely As your images refract (She) acted sad, sweetly Loving you is easy Especially espionage Counterpoint agents Suave and debonair Leather shoulder holsters And your breasts are bare Adriatic hotel rooms Smell of cordite and cologne Systematic killer From the Interzone The Daimler's parked outside Ready for your departure Naturally we'll deny you If you should be captured Loving you is easy Especially espionage The double-crossed, the Doublethink Got you doublegazed Got you out of trouble Back in Budapest Something in the shadows A blurry, grainy face Can't hold on for long enough So I can get a trace I love it when you're naked But for camouflage Loving you is easy Especially espionage This one's for you. | |
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The Church
Disappointment Far below the surface, where the women sway Green shadows greet another day Drowned for the moment, on an empty ocean bed And I cannot lift my head Late for an appointment, clothes everywhere I cannot find my mem'ry anywhere Ah, disappointment just doesn't care Off in the distance just waiting there Take back her keys, what shall we do today? Maybe a little lunch down at the ghost cafe Sand in my sandals, my blood feels like red wine They say, "Hey, everything will work out fine." This one's for you. | |
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The Church
The Moon and the Sea The boat goes out Surrender yours It could be any day The fishermen shout Approaching storm It's just like yesterday Sometimes I can't tell What I'm doing here Am I s'posed to be a clown Or a buccaneer From the vaguest clue To the faintest idea A Roman Holiday. Surrender smiles Epiphany It's almost every day And the sea's in my bed And the moon's in my head We live in a house Upon the hill It's just a mile away We look out to see Dawn's early light We chase the night away Sometimes I can't tell If I'm you or me Alone in this room With the moon and the sea This one's for you. | |
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Shanti1 said: Jeff Buckley
Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this : The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya And she tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... (Yeah but) Baby I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know) I used to live alone before I knew ya And I've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Well there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do ya But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... [Instrumental] Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu... Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu... Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallellllluuuuujjjaahhhh...Hallelllluuuuujjaaaaahhhh [Edited 1/24/07 19:29pm]  i love this song.There is no perfect place
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