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Reply #30 posted 01/23/07 5:54pm

SammiJ

LordEvil 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
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lol Samille smile
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Reply #31 posted 01/23/07 5:56pm

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SammiJ said:

LordEvil said:



Yes thanks Samantha
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lol Samille smile


We know your real name is Samantha Jenkins
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Reply #32 posted 01/23/07 5:57pm

SammiJ

LordEvil said:

SammiJ said:


lol Samille smile


We know your real name is Samantha Jenkins
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:wacko: that's not what my birth certificate told me.
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Reply #33 posted 01/23/07 6:06pm

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SammiJ said:

LordEvil said:



We know your real name is Samantha Jenkins
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:wacko: that's not what my birth certificate told me.


at least he's not calling you Calpurnia. disbelief lol
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Reply #34 posted 01/23/07 6:07pm

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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...
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Reply #35 posted 01/23/07 6:08pm

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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. disbelief lol


ah its Calpornia
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Reply #36 posted 01/23/07 6:08pm

SammiJ

evenstar3 said:

SammiJ said:


:wacko: that's not what my birth certificate told me.


at least he's not calling you Calpurnia. disbelief lol

lol i am SO sorry! hug
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Reply #37 posted 01/23/07 6:11pm

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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.

Don't Talk About It, Be About It!
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Reply #38 posted 01/23/07 8:02pm

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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. sad
butterfly
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Reply #39 posted 01/23/07 9:22pm

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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.

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Reply #40 posted 01/23/07 9:22pm

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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
let me come over it's a beautiful day to play with you in the dark
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Reply #41 posted 01/23/07 9:23pm

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butterfli25 said:

since I had to say goodbye to my husband again, the imagery in this song haunts me. sad

hug pray
let me come over it's a beautiful day to play with you in the dark
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Reply #42 posted 01/24/07 3:58am

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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? biggrin
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Reply #43 posted 01/24/07 4:20am

Natisse

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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Reply #44 posted 01/24/07 5:48am

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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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Reply #45 posted 01/24/07 6:22am

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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. sad

hug pray



thanks babe.
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Reply #46 posted 01/24/07 6:49am

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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
Yes I know this is true
I'm just learning how to smile
Thats not easy to do
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Reply #47 posted 01/24/07 6:53am

JDINTERACTIVE

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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Reply #48 posted 01/24/07 7:12am

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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! omg So yeah, it must hit home to read lyrics like that I suppose. nod 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. nod
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Reply #49 posted 01/24/07 7:15am

JDINTERACTIVE

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! omg So yeah, it must hit home to read lyrics like that I suppose. nod 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. nod


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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Reply #50 posted 01/24/07 7:19am

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JDINTERACTIVE said:

minneapolisgenius said:


I didn't know you were from Sheffield! omg So yeah, it must hit home to read lyrics like that I suppose. nod 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. nod


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. nod (if I ever get around to making it over there.)

I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. hmmm 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. sad
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Reply #51 posted 01/24/07 7:22am

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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. nod (if I ever get around to making it over there.)

I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. hmmm 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. sad
[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. smile You should go!
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Reply #52 posted 01/24/07 7:25am

JDINTERACTIVE

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. nod (if I ever get around to making it over there.)

I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. hmmm 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. sad
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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. nod (if I ever get around to making it over there.)

I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. hmmm 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. sad
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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 lol , don't know who Sean Bean, the Steel, or Heaven 17 is confuse , didn't know The Human League was from there, forgot about that other Cocker guy razz , and I'm not really a fan of the Arctic Monkeys, plus I didn't know where they were from either. lol

The Full Monty though. nod I forgot about that one. That's a movie though and not so much a famous person.
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CarrieMpls said:

minneapolisgenius said:


Oh that would be amazing. nod (if I ever get around to making it over there.)

I knew he was probably the most famous person to come out of there. hmmm 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. sad
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But it's being rebuilt all the time now. I really enjoyed my time there in September. And JD makes a lovely tour guide. smile You should go!

Oh I'm sure he is and I'd love to go. nod It's always better when you have someone to show you around. biggrin The documentary was just really depressing though. But then, I like "depressing" places. lol
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Reply #55 posted 01/24/07 7:26pm

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Jeff Buckley rose

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
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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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Reply #59 posted 01/24/07 8:04pm

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Shanti1 said:

Jeff Buckley rose

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]


mushy i love this song.
There is no perfect place
Yes I know this is true
I'm just learning how to smile
Thats not easy to do
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