rdhull said: wellbeyond said: It Might Be You, Stephen Bishop
. Yuck! Post Stevens' "On And On" lyrics instead.."On and On"! On and On! Robin...To the winmx mobile! Um, no... The song has a very special meaning to me... | |
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For purely lyrical content, tho:
Do What You Have To Do, Sarah Mclachlan What ravages of spirit conjured this temptuous rage Created you a monster broken by the rules of love And fate has led you through it you do what you have to do And fate has led you through it you do what you have to do ... And I have the sense to recognize that I don't know how to let you go Every moment marked with apparitions of your soul I'm ever swiftly moving trying to escape this desire The yearning to be near you I do what I have to do The yearning to be near you I do what I have to do But I have the sense to recognize That I don't know how to let you go I don't know how to let you go A glowing ember burning hot burning slow Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you I know I can't be with you I do what I have to do I know I can't be with you I do what I have to do And I have sense to recognize, but I don't know how to let you go I don't know how to let you go I don't know how to let you go | |
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"sad-eyed lady of the lowlands" by bob dylan
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, And your basement clothes and your hollow face, Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss, And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug, And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide. But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh, how could they ever mistake you? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm, But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, How could they ever, ever persuade you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show, Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold, And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul, Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Mr. Ellis Dee-licious, the Official NPGigolo
Candy Dulfer is my boo... | |
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- Marc Anthony - Love Is All
when you hold me like this so many memories fill my eyes the first time we kissed the times we nearly said good-bye but still here we are tested and tried and still true and stronger than we ever knew [chorus:] love is all the laughter and the tears that fall the mundane and the magical love is all all is love the careless word, the healing touch the getting and the getting of all is love there's a me you've always known the me that's a stranger still the you that feels like home and the you that never will but still here we lie tender and trusting and true with everything that we've been through [repeat chorus] all the glory all the pain all the passion that turns into ashes only to rise again [repeat chorus] | |
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