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| chodus | Feb 17 2007, 05:22 PM Post #151 |
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Thinkin' one thing and doin' another
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Songs In The Key Of Life for the win! The backing on that one is great, all played on a synth. Have A Talk With God is one of my favourite odes to religion and one of the few that I can bare. There are people who have let the problems of today Lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way But every problem has an answer and if yours you cannot find You should talk it over to Him He'll give you peace of mind When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with God Many of us feel we walk alone without a friend Never communicating with the One who lives within Forgetting all about the One who never ever lets you down And you can talk to him anytime He's always around When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with God Well He's the only free psychiatrist that's known throughout the world For solving problems of all men, women, little boys and girls When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with God When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with God When your load's too much to bear Just go talk to God He cares I know he does When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with God |
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| Carpenter | Feb 17 2007, 08:01 PM Post #152 |
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"you're like candy to me... but candy's no good" - Anton A. Newcombe |
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| working_class_hero | Feb 17 2007, 10:47 PM Post #153 |
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Captain ASR
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'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Trying to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change But I'm here in my mind I am here in my mind But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mind No, no, no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no(fading away) Well I never pray But tonight I'm on my knees yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change But I'm here in my mind I am here in my mind And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mind No, no, no, no, no, no, no I can't change I can't change it 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Trying to make ends meet Trying to find some money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah You know I can't change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change But I'm here in my mind I am here in my mind And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mind No, no, no, no, no I can't change my mind no, no, no, no, no, I can't change Can't change my body, no, no, no I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down Been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down That you've ever been down That you've ever been down domenow |
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someday monkey won't play piano song, play piano song --- Last.fm | |
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| ihateguitarists | Feb 18 2007, 01:57 AM Post #154 |
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I really think Bernie Taupin is one of my favorite lyricists. Here are some of his lyrics: From "This Song Has No Title" Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines Look in the mirror and stare at myself And wonder if that's really me on the shelf From "Love Lies Bleeding" The roses in the window box Have tilted to one side Everything about this house Was born to grow and die |
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| Aqueronte | Feb 19 2007, 09:53 AM Post #155 |
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When I Turn Off The Living Room Lights: Who cares if you're Jewish, And your breath smells of garlic, And your nose is a shiny red light. To me you are gorgeous, And everything's right, When I turn off the living room light. Your clothes are old-fashioned, Your knuckles are bony, Your hair looks a terrible sight. But I don't have to see you, The way that you are, When I turn off the living room light. When I turn off the living room light. I don't have to see you, The way that you are, When I turn off the living room light. Well it's not that you are ugly, And I'm not being cruel, It helps me to relax, dear, It helps to keep me cool. Now I am not intending, To make you feel ashamed, What's wrong in me pretending? 'Cause you can't help being plain. Your nose may be bulbous, Your face may be spotty, Your skin may be wrinkled and tight. But I don't want to see you, The way that you are, So I turn off the living room light. We don't feel so ugly, We don't feel so draggy, We don't feel so twisted up tight. And we don't feel as ugly as we really are, When we turn off the living room light. When we turn off the living room light. We don't feel as ugly as we really are, When we turn off the living room light. |
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| Thaddeus | Feb 22 2007, 04:59 PM Post #156 |
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Kiss me like a beesting
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Grateful Dead - Easy Wind Written by Phil Hunter I been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer, been chippin' up rocks for the great highway, live five years if I take my time, ballin' that jack and a drinkin' my wine. I been chippin' them rocks from dawn till doom, while my rider hide my bottle in the other room. Doctor say better stop ballin' that jack, if I live five years I gonna bust my back, yes I will. Easy wind cross the Bayou today cause there's a whole lotta women, mama, out in red on the streets today. And the rivers keep a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. Gotta find a woman be good to me, won't hide my liquor try to serve me tea, cause I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true and I'll give everything that I got to you, yes I will. Easy wind going cross the Bayou today there's a whole lotta women out in red on the streets today. And the rivers keep a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. |
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| ThinMan | Feb 23 2007, 02:19 AM Post #157 |
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Nowhere Man
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Has 'The Gift' been posted yet? Maybe it's a bit much to post in its entirety, but here are some fragments: As he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal, Finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand who she really was. He, Waldo, alone, understood this. He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasn't there. There was nothing more than a circular form the Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America inquiring into his awning needs. At least they cared enough to write. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about it though. After it was over he'd said that he still respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way of nature and even though no, he didn't love her, he did feel an affection for her. "I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again." "I know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place." She gestured, raising her arms upward in defense. "The thing is after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all he didn't really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him, you know what I mean." |
I don't have no sports carAnd I don't even care to haveI can walk anytime around the block
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| chodus | Feb 23 2007, 03:38 AM Post #158 |
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Thinkin' one thing and doin' another
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Awww |
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| ThinMan | Feb 23 2007, 03:59 AM Post #159 |
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I stand corrected. |
I don't have no sports carAnd I don't even care to haveI can walk anytime around the block
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| Kira | Jun 18 2007, 09:51 AM Post #160 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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"I got soul, but I'm not a soldier". |
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| fourside | Jun 18 2007, 09:56 AM Post #161 |
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My death waits like an old roué So confident I'll go his way Whistle to him and the passing time My death waits like a bible truth At the funeral of my youth Weep loud for that and the passing time My death waits like a witch at night As surely as our love is bright Let's not think about the passing time CHORUS But what ever lies behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door, there is you My death waits like a beggar blind Who sees the world through an unlit mind Throw him a dime for the passing time My death waits there between your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's not think of that and the passing time My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends So let's drink to that and the passing time CHORUS My death waits there among the leaves In magicians' mysterious sleeves Rabbits and dogs and the passing time My death waits there among the flowers Where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits there in a double bed Sails of oblivion at my head So pull up the sheets against the passing time |
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| Kira | Jun 18 2007, 02:47 PM Post #162 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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On a beech tree, rudely carved "NC loved me" Why did she do it? Was she scared? Was she bored? On a beech tree, rudely carved "NC loved me" why did she do it? Was she scared? Was she pushed? Do something pretty while you can Don't fall asleep Skating a pirouette on ice is cool Do something pretty while you can Don't be a fool Reading the Gospel to yourself is fine On a bus stop in the town "We Rule The School" Written for anyone to read and to see On a bus stop in the town "We Rule The School" Written for anyone with eyes in their heads Do something pretty while you can Don't fall asleep Writing from California to New York Call me a prophet if you want It's no secret You know the world was made for men You know the world was made for men You know the world was made for men Not us |
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| Thaddeus | Jun 18 2007, 02:52 PM Post #163 |
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Kiss me like a beesting
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Not my favorites, but amongst them. Beneath the midnight caller She thinks of paper green You never hear them calling her name They just know where they've been You never hear her holler The tears no longer come She reads her daily book of the past That shows of everyone Grey years that show in her hair Can't be, but don't seem to care She unlocks the door and there's no one there She sees a daytime stroller Walk from the night before And though she paints a smile on her face He won't be back no more She's got no saint to follow She's got no place to go Too proud to ask an old friend for help Too proud to let him know Grey years that show in her hair Can't be, but don't seem to care She knocks the door and there's no one there Nobody's gonna help you now. |
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| Floor | Jun 18 2007, 04:57 PM Post #164 |
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"Proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun." |
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| Kira | Jun 19 2007, 07:10 AM Post #165 |
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I'm not too proud to say that I'm okay with The girl next door who's famous for showing her chest. |
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