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Post a good lyric (aka The March Lyric Thread) Don't you want to be there, don't you want to go?
Where the light is breaking and the cold clear winds blow Don't you want to be there in the golden glow Don't you want to be there, don't you want to fly? With your arms out, let a shout take you across the sky Don't you want to be there when the time's gone by Times there was love all around you Times you were strong and alone Times you believed love had found you And you fell through time like a stone And those you have wronged, you know You need to let them know some way And those who have wronged you, you know You'll have to let them go someday Don't you want to be there? Don't you want to cry when you see how far You've got to go to be where forgiveness rules Instead of where you are Don't you want to be there, don't you want to know? Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go Don't you want to be there when the trumpets blow Blow for those born into hunger Blow for those lost 'neath the train Blow for those choking in anger Blow for those driven insane And those you have wronged, you know You need to let them know some way And those who have wronged you, you know You'll have to let them go someday Don't you want to be there? Don't you want to see where the angels appear Don't you want to be where there's strength and love In the place of fear | |
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I've been awake for a while now
You got me feeling like a child now 'Cause every time I see your bubbly face I get the tinglies in a silly place It starts in my toes And I crinkle my nose Wherever it goes I always know That you make me smile Please stay for a while now Just take your time Wherever you go The rain is falling on my window pane But we are hiding in a safer place Under covers staying dry and warm You give me feelings that I adore It starts in my toes Make me crinkle my nose Wherever it goes I always know That you make me smile Please stay for a while now Just take your time Wherever you go What am I going to say When you make me feel this way I just mmmmm And it starts in my toes Makes me crinkle my nose Wherever it goes I always know That you make me smile Please stay for a while now Just take your time Wherever you go I've been asleep for a while now You tuck me in just like a child now 'Cause every time you hold me in your arms I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth And it starts in my soul And I lose all control When you kiss my nose The feeling shows 'cause you make me smile baby Just take your time now Holdin' me tight Wherever wherever wherever you go Wherever wherever wherever you go wherever you go I always know 'Cause you make me smile Even just for a while | |
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i'll post lyrics when i find the right ones. [...i think i can, i think i can, i think i can...] | |
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All 7 and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love And we will smoke them all With an intellect and a savoir-faire No one in the whole universe Will ever compare I am yours now and u are mine And together we'll love through All space and time, so don't cry One day all 7 will die All 7 and we'll watch them fall They stand in the way of love And we will smoke them all With an intellect and a savoir-faire No one in the whole universe Will ever compare I am yours now and u are mine And together we'll love through All space and time, so don't cry One day all 7 will die And I saw an angel come down unto me In her hand she holds the very key Words of compassion, words of peace And in the distance an army's marching feet (1,2,3,4 - 1,2,3,4) But behold, we will watch them fall And we lay down on the sand of the sea And before us animosity will stand and decree That we speak not of love only blasphemy And in the distance, 6 others will curse me But that's alright, (that's alright) 4 I will watch them fall(1,2,3,4,5,6,7) All 7 and we'll watch them fall They stand in the way of love And we will smoke them all With an intellect and a savoir-faire No one in the whole universe Will ever compare I am yours now and u are mine And together we'll love through All space and time, so don't cry One day all 7 will die And we will see a plague and a river of blood And every evil soul will surely die in spite of Their 7 tears, but do not fear 4 in the distance, 12 souls from now U and me will still be here - we will still be here There will be a new city with streets of gold The young so educated they never grow old And a, there will be no death 4 with every breath The voice of many colors sings a song That's so bold Sing it while we watch them fall All 7 and we'll watch them fall They stand in the way of love And we will smoke them all With an intellect and a savoir-faire No one in the whole universe Will ever compare I am yours now and u are mine And together we'll love through All space and time, so don't cry One day all 7 will die [...i think i can, i think i can, i think i can...] | |
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Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs You know nothing about art or sex That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine Prototypical non-conformist You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo You adhere to a set of standards and tastes That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit) Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends Pontificating to each other Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory In which you hog the intellectual spotlight Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation Oh, we’re not worthy When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff It's the same superiority complex Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah 'Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar Proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled I worry about how this album will sell Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety You are a faker (admit it) You are a fraud (admit it) Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie You don’t impress me (admit it) You don’t intimidate me (admit it) Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!) Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah And I say yeah (what do you..) Proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my.. Guitar, guitar go! I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh And I am done with this I wanna taste the breeze of every great city My car and my guitar My car and my guitar So you'll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled Oh no, no, no, no, no When I'm dead I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest | |
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evenstar said: Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs You know nothing about art or sex That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine Prototypical non-conformist You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo You adhere to a set of standards and tastes That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit) Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends Pontificating to each other Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory In which you hog the intellectual spotlight Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation Oh, we’re not worthy When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff It's the same superiority complex Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah 'Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar Proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled I worry about how this album will sell Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety You are a faker (admit it) You are a fraud (admit it) Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie You don’t impress me (admit it) You don’t intimidate me (admit it) Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!) Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah And I say yeah (what do you..) Proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my.. Guitar, guitar go! I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh And I am done with this I wanna taste the breeze of every great city My car and my guitar My car and my guitar So you'll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled Oh no, no, no, no, no When I'm dead I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest Whoa! Almost all of this is awesome! | |
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Reminds me a little of:
I met an anarchist in Tompkins Square Park he was an angry man, spinning words so dark he called for death to rich men, death to Yuppies, death to art fags, bourgeois blacks, death to landlord Jews! Kill the bankers, kill the cops, kill him her and me, kill them all for CBS, NBC, ABC, TBN, CNN, HBO, Live At Five, MTV Spring Break Party Weekend, Sally Jesse Raphael, Geraldo, Oprah, Arsenio, Regis and Kathy Lee... And I said, "Hey, I admire your get up and go, your youthful brooding and sexually charged enthusiasm and all your other utterly naïve and thoroughly endearing adolescent qualities and I bet you can keep it up all night, can't you? Oh, I bet you don't even use a rubber, no you don't even use a rubber... do you? Because You think you can live forever. Or do you have this adorable and misguided notion that death is something really radical and cool but I still can help being wildly attracted to your fresh-faced uncompromised tattoo'd rebel stance and goddamn! I'd like to help you sing your tune." But I've been making friends with this here death and it seems a might too soon. And I said, "Hello death, goodbye Avenue A I'm getting tired of waiting, tired of being afraid. Joseph Campbell gave me hope and now I have been saved. So I sing, 'Hello death, goodbye Avenue A.'" Now I'm not trying to be flippant here, or irreverent, or exploitive, or sarcastic, or ironic, or post-modern, and this is not a parody. Get it? Got it? Good. I've been thinking what he told me, that it's okay to cry when we held the crystal Tina Child spent 12 Grand to buy; homeopathic mantras, fresh-squeezed wheat grass juice, doctors up in Bellevue, Doctors Salk and Suess. And it's time we'll all be going home, if you can find the way, yes, everyone is going home, going home to stay. And it's time we find a way to cope, a way to find some hope, for some it's the Bible or Buddha or Mohammed or Krishna or cheesecake or the Butthole Surfers or Giorgio Armani or Romeo Gigli and you really can't afford it but it looks so fabulous on you so why don’t you take it on home, and speaking of home, isn't it about time you move out of that East Village hellhole, the one with the Honeymooners view of the brick wall out the window because you deserve something more life affirming like a tree, or a flower, or a patch of grass, or a singing little bluebird, or maybe you just want to take your boyfriend to Europe because he's never been or quit the job you always hated or learn how to play the guitar (it's easy) or get obscenely drunk in a piano bar and sing show tunes... show tunes! ...and don’t be embarrassed, because at this point I'd rather see "Brigadoon" than "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer", or maybe you'd like to get politically active so you disrupt a Presidential press conference by shoving a 5 pound week old stalk of broccoli between those thin lying lizard lips that no one can read anyway because half the country is illiterate and the other half is apathetic including the First Lady who couldn't step just 500 feet out of the overdecorated White House to visit the goddamn Quilt or maybe you'd like to put a bullet into Jesse Helms peabrain but you know when you start thinking like that, when you start thinking like they do, then it's time to let go of the material world, so maybe you'd like to get yourself some religion 'cause, "Jesus is the Way, Jesus is the Way, Jesus is the Way, Jesus is the Way, Jesus is the Way." ...Besides, it's a lot easier to accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior when He looks like Willem DaFoe. But maybe that stuff turns you off, so you rent "Power of Myth"; it made me feel really good (for about ten minutes), or maybe you'd rather do acid and listen to Led Zeppelin... Then again, the last time I took hallucinogenic drugs was about five years ago; I took mushrooms in Joshua Tree looking for that Carlos Castaneda kind of experience. I got off, my boyfriend didn't; he fell asleep, left me alone with the TV, turned on PBS, you know what was on? ..."Berlin Alexanderplatz". So I started watching it, and you know what...? I got really bummed out. And that's when I said "No to Drugs", "No to Drugs", no no no no no to drugs, and maybe you'd like to say no to drugs too or maybe you want to join Atheists of America or the Madonna Fan Club or watch Richard Gere follow the Dali Lama around the world and then do those oh-so-Zen like movies with those oh-so-Zen like messages like, "Hey! It's fun to be a prostitute!" I can't wait to spread my legs across Hollywood Blvd. Because then maybe some rich, handsome billionaire in a Jag will come driving up and take me shopping on Rodeo Drive and that's what a woman's all about anyway, right? Sucking and shopping and sucking and shopping and sucking and shopping but hey, who am I to argue because it's the feel good movie of the summer, it's the feel good movie of the year, it's the feel good movie of the Nineties, it's the feel good movie of the Millennium, and you know what? If it puts a spring in your step and a song in your heart, well... whatever makes you happy, Whatever makes you happy, Whatever makes you happy, Whatever makes you happy, Whatever gives you hope. Even if it's a truly tasteless joke. So... Fax a manifesto. Pencil in a date. Let me know when something gives I hope it's not too late, 'cause I'm getting tired of waiting, tired of being afraid. Joseph Campbell gave me hope and now I have been saved. So I sing, "Hello death, goodbye Avenue A..." - Ann Magnuson | |
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No, I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving But I guess that's just the way the story goes You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows Yes, it shows No, I can't forget tomorrow When I think of all my sorrow When I had you there but then I let you go And now it's only fair that I should let you know What you should know I can't live if living is without you I can't live, I can't give any more I can't live if living is without you I can't give, I can't give any more No, I can't forget this evening Or your face as you were leaving But I guess that's just the way the story goes You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows Yes, it shows I can't live if living is without you I can't live, I can't give anymore I can't live if living is without you I can't live, I can't give anymore Shake it til ya make it  | |
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I've... become.. impossible
Holding on to when.. When everything seemed to matter more The two of us All used and beaten up Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose You and me We're in this together now None of them can stop us now We will make it through somehow You and me If the world should break in two Until the very end of me Until the very end of you Awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin They pick and they pull Trying to get their fingers in Well they've got to kill what we found Well they've got to hate what they fear Well they've got to make it go away Well they've got to make it disappear The farther I fall I'm beside you As lost as I get I will find you The deeper the wound I'm inside you Forever and ever I am a part of You and me We're in this together now None of them can stop us now We will make it through some how You and me If the world should break in two Until the very end of me Until the very end of you All that we were is gone we have to hold on When all our hope is gone we have to hold on All that we were is gone but we can hold on You and me We're in this together now None of them can stop us now We will make it through somehow You and me Even after everything You're the queen and I'm the king Nothing else means anything | |
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You've got your mother and your brother
Every other undercover Tellin' you what to say (say) You think I'm stupid But the truth is That it's cupid, baby Lovin' you has made me this way So before you point your finger Get your hands off of my trigger Oh yeah You need to know this situation's getting old And now the more you talk The less I can take, oh I'm looking for attention Not another question Should you stay or should you go? Well, if you don't have the answer Why are you still standin' here? Hey, hey, hey, hey Just walk away Just walk away Just walk away I waited here for you Like a kid waiting after school So tell me how come you never showed (showed)? I gave you everything And never asked for anything And look at me I'm all alone (alone) So, before you start defendin' Baby, stop all your pretendin' I know you know I know So what's the point in being slow Let's get the show on the road today Hey I'm looking for attention Not another question Should you stay or should you go? Well, if you don't have the answer Why are you still standin' here? Hey, hey, hey, hey Just walk away Just walk away Just walk away I wanna love I want a fire To feel the burn My desires I wanna man by my side Not a boy who runs and hides Are you gonna fight for me? Die for me? Live and breathe for me? Do you care for me? 'Cause if you don't then just leave I'm looking for attention Not another question Should you stay or should you go? Well, if you don't have the answer Why are you still standin' here? Hey, hey, hey, hey Just walk away If you don't have the answer Walk away Just walk (walk) away (Just walk away) Then just leave Yeah yeah Walk away Walk away Walk away | |
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just when everything was making sense.
you took away all my self-confidence. now all that i've been hearing must be true. i guess i'm not the only boy for you. [Chorus:] but that's what i get that's what i get that's what i get that's what i get how could you turn us into this? after you just taught me how to kiss you. i told you i'd never say goodbye. i'm slipping on the tears you made me cry. but that's what i get. that's what i get. that's what i get. that's what i get. for trusting you. that's what i get. why does it come as a surprise. to think that i was so naive. maybe didn't mean too much. but it meant everything to me. [Chorus] | |
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Skinnamarink-a-dinky-dink. Skinnamarink-a-doo I love you Skinnamarink-a-dinky-dink. Skinnamarink-a-doo I love you I love you in the morning and in the afternoon I love you in the evening and underneath the moon Skinnamarink-a-dinky-dink. Skinnamarink-a-doo I love you Amazing. | |
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Come on feet start moving got to get me there
Hey hey uh huh huh huh huh oh Uh huh huh huh huh huh yeah twenty five miles from home Girl my feet are hurting mighty bad Now I've been walking a three day, two lonely nights You know that I'm mighty mad But I got a woman waiting for me That's gonna make this trip worthwhile You see she's got the kind of lovin' and a kissing A make a man go stone wild (Chorus) So I got to keep on walkin' I got to walk on, oh ho ho I, I, I, I'm so tired But I just can't lose my stride I got fifteen miles to go now And I can hear my baby calling my name It's as if as though I'm standing at her front door I can hear that doggone plain Now I'll be so glad to see my baby And hold her in my arms Now when I kiss her lips I turn a back over flip and I'll forget about these feet of mine (Chorus) I got to keep on walkin' I got to walk on oh ho ho I, I, I, I, I'm so tired but I just can't lose my stride But I just can't lose my stride Come on feet don't fail me now (Come on feet don't fail) I got ten more miles to go (ten more miles) I got nine(step on step oh), eight(step on step oh), seven(step on step oh), six(step on step oh) I got a five more miles to go Now over the hill just around the bend Huh although my feet are tired I can't lose my stride i got to get to my baby again (Chorus) I got to keep on walkin' I got to walk on oh ho ho I, I, I, I, I'm so tired but I just can't lose my stride But I just can't lose my stride I got to get to my baby again I got to keep on walkin' (twenty five miles from home girl) I got to walk on oh ho ho (twenty five miles from home girl) I, I, I, I, I'm so tired but I just can't lose my stride But I just can't lose my stride I got to get to my baby again In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Your skin's in my mouth,
but I'm thinkin' about thousands of things That don't got your name. So, I'm distant and weird; we stop and you're all ears. But how can I say, "I've just been thinking that it's harder every year to find excuses that'll keep me in the clear; the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, the proof that piles in my trash can while the skin on my hands is looking older every day. The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face. The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart. But I'm to blame for all the bad parts. They're the choices I've made, hey hey." That's when I turn my face away, and I watch the debates. Now, I can't see see straight Take abortion away, and both sides are just the same, so I'm not sure why I vote, 'cause I just don't know what difference it makes. It seems to me we get the same shit from them both. Reform don't work; I think it's time we tried revolt, but I don't got the guts to jump up and go first, so I just shout until my throat hurts, and I curse and I curse at what we fucked up in Iraq. You say support the troops; I do. I want them all brought back, and every building that you bombed raised from the ground. And pull your contractors the fuck out. If you really go and reinstate the draft, you'll straight away just split the country straight in half, so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. I'll be returning mine in no time flat. In a sense we're the same, struggling to save face. It's a question of scope: how far you're willing to go to make rights of your wrongs, despite the risk involved. It's a question of faith, 'Cause if we wait until we've all been burned to ash to tell the truth about the shit buried in our past, we'll split a taxi to that firepit way down south. So, let's rise up and open our mouths. 'Cause you remind me that it's harder every year to find excuses that'll keep me in the clear; the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, the proof that piles in my trash can. And if you really go and reinstate the draft, you'll straight away just split the country straight in half, so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. I'll be returning mine in no time flat. | |
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I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside
can't see the light and my heaven is a nice house in the sky I got central heating and I'm alright yeah yeah yeah can't see the light keep it locked up inside don't talk about it t-t-talk about the weather yeah yeah yeah open up my head and let me out little baby 'Cos here we have been standing for a long long time can't see the light treading trodden trails for a long long time, time, time, time, time, time, time I find sometimes it's easy to be myself sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else I see you young and soft oh little baby little feet, little feet, little hands little baby one year of crying and the words creep up inside creep into your mind yeah so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 'Cos here we have been standing for a long long time can't see the light treading trodden trails for a long long time..... I find sometimes it's easy to be myself sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say ohh so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say little baby ahh so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say little feet little hands little baby so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say open up my head and let me out little baby In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Walking
Waiting Alone without a care Hoping And hating Things that I can't bear Did you think it's cool To walk right up To take my life And fuck it up Well did you? Well did you? I see hell in your eyes Taken in by surprise(surprise) Touching you makes me feel alive Touching you makes me die inside Walking, Waiting Alone without a care Hoping And hating Things that I can't bear Did you think it's cool To walk right up To take my life And fuck it up Well did you? I hate you! I see hell in your eyes Taken in by surprise And touching you makes me feel alive Touching you makes me die inside I've slept so long without you It's tearing me apart too How'd it get this far Playing games with this old heart I've killed a million petty souls But I couldn't kill you I've slept so long without you I see hell in your eyes Taken in by surprise Touching you makes me feel alive Touching you makes me die inside | |
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not sure if i really like the song but I adore the lyrics to that Beck song? something about some tacos  , I just may have it but i'm not sure  | |
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It was way past midnight
and she still couldn't fall asleep. This night the dream was leaving she tried so hard to keep. And with the new day's dawning she felt it drift away. Not only for a cruise not only for a day Too long ago, too long apart she couldn't wait another day for the captain of her heart. As the day came up, she made a stop. She stopped waiting another day for the captain of her heart. Shake it til ya make it | |
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heybaby said: not sure if i really like the song but I adore the lyrics to that Beck song? something about some tacos
, I just may have it but i'm not sure EUREKA!!!! Satan gave me a taco
Satan gave me a taco And it made me really sick The chicken was all raw And the grease was mighty thick The rice was all rancid And the beans were so hard I was getting kinda dizzy Eatin all the lard There was aphids on the lettuce And I ate every one And after I was done The salsa melted off my tongue Pieces of tortilla Got stuck in my throat And the stains on my clothes Burned a hole through my coat My stomach was atremblin And I broke out in a rash I was so dry and thirsty And I didnt have no cash So I went and found a hose Tore off all my clothes Turned on the water And it shot right up my nose Some old lady came along And she thought I was a freak So she beat me with her handbag til I could hardly speak I was lying there naked My body badly bruised In a pool of my own blood Unconscious and confused Well the cops came and got me And threw me in their van And I woke up on the ceiling And I couldnt find my hand They took me to the judge His eyes aglowin red The courtroom was filled With witches and the dead Well the sheriff was a hell-hound With fangs and claws The prisoners were tied up And chained to the walls The air was getting thick The smoke was getting thicker The judge read the verdict Said cut off his head! Well they placed me on the altar And they raised up the axe My head was about to explode When I noticed the marshall stacks I noticed all the smoke machines Cameras and the lights Some guy with a microphone Runnin around dancin in tights And I noticed the crew And the band playin down below And I realized I was in a rock video So I went and joined the band And I went out on tour And I smoked a lot of heroin And I passed out in manure I made out with the groupies (aw yeah) Started fires backstage (aw yeah, start em up) Made a lot of money (aw yeah, Im makin it) And I gave it all away (give it all to me) Well the band got killed (aw, bunch of losers) So I started a solo career (aw haw, yeah And I won all the awards (get em all now) And I drank all the beer (drink it all up; get funky) And I opened up the taco stand (aw haw, etc.) Just to smell the smell Cookin with the devil Fryin down in hell (git busy) as a matter of fact I really dig alot of his lyrics and just a bit of the music | |
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Frogs with dirty little lips
Dirty little warts on their finger-tips Dirty 'n green Tiny 'n mean Floppin' around By the edge of the stream Frogs with dirty little eyes Dirty little tongues all covered with flies Dirty brown Floppin' around Puffed up 'n bloated When the sun goes down Frogs with dirty little nose Dirty little spots all over their clothes Dirty legs Dirty feet Dirty little frogs is what you eat | |
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ZombieKitten said: Frogs with dirty little lips
Dirty little warts on their finger-tips Dirty 'n green Tiny 'n mean Floppin' around By the edge of the stream Frogs with dirty little eyes Dirty little tongues all covered with flies Dirty brown Floppin' around Puffed up 'n bloated When the sun goes down Frogs with dirty little nose Dirty little spots all over their clothes Dirty legs Dirty feet Dirty little frogs is what you eat I like that one too | |
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heybaby said: ZombieKitten said: Frogs with dirty little lips
Dirty little warts on their finger-tips Dirty 'n green Tiny 'n mean Floppin' around By the edge of the stream Frogs with dirty little eyes Dirty little tongues all covered with flies Dirty brown Floppin' around Puffed up 'n bloated When the sun goes down Frogs with dirty little nose Dirty little spots all over their clothes Dirty legs Dirty feet Dirty little frogs is what you eat I like that one too it's the theme song in my head I am ALWAYS singing la la la la to myself | |
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Or what we're doing. I'm with you, that's all that matters. Time passes much too quickly when we're together laughing. I wish I could sing it to you, oh no, I wish I could sing it to you. Mostly I'm silent. Never think about words to say. When I kiss you, I feel a thousand different feelings. The color of chills all over my body. And when I feel them, I quickly try to decide which one I should try to put into words, oh no, Try to put into words. Mostly I'm silent. Only the beginning of what I want to feel forever. Only the beginning. Only just the start. I've got to get you into my life. Got to get you next to me. Only the beginning. Only just the start. | |
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