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| Kira | Jul 9 2007, 05:53 PM Post #196 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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And my friend comes after work, When the features start to blur. She says, "these bars are filled with things that kill, By now you probably should have learned". Did you forget that yellow bird? But how could you forget your yellow bird? She took a small silver wreath and pinned it onto me, She said, "this one will bring you love". And I don't know if it's true, But I keep it for good luck... -- "We Are Nowhere And It's Now", Bright Eyes |
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| Floor | Jul 9 2007, 06:17 PM Post #197 |
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Be sure and tell her...
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Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill Mojique thinks of days before Americans came He sees the foreigners in growing numbers He sees the foreigners in fancy houses He thinks of days that he can still remember...now. Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands Mojique sends the package to the American man Softly he glides along the streets and alleys Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover He feels the time is surely now or never...more. The wind in my heart The wind in my heart The dust in my head The dust in my head The wind in my heart The wind in my heart (Come to) Drive them away Drive them away. Mojique buys equipment in the market place Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone He feels the wind is lifting up his people He calls the wind to guide him on his mission He knows his friend the wind is always standing...by. Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away Mojique waits for news in a quiet place He feels the presence of the wind around him He feels the power of the past behind him He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on. The wind in my heart The wind in my heart The dust in my head The dust in my head The wind in my heart The wind in my heart (Come to) Drive them away Drive them away. --"Listening Wind", Talking Heads Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul, you've got to run like an antelope out of control! --"Run Like An Antelope", Phish |
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| Billy | Jul 9 2007, 06:28 PM Post #198 |
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The strongest man... in the world!
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Fear of Pop "In Love" I remember the night we met. That night we sat entwined under summer skies. I looked into your eyes, and you looked into mine. You said, "You're not like the rest" and I nodded. "No one understands me", you said, and I nodded once again, as if to agree that all men are indeed the same. Somehow, you said, I was different For months on end I maintained a veneer of sincere interest as if I were listening as you relived every page of self-help and new age that you had read. And I went in for the kill. I'd read the same books. I learned to ape the motions of a "sensitive" human being and we were "oh-so-happy", but you found things to fix, and I knew it was time to move on. So now you have me completely figured out. You feel sorry for me. I can't express my feelings. I can't tell the truth. We are all alike. At puberty I was sworn to secrecy by the International Brotherhood of Lying Fickle Males. I can't tell you anything and I CAN'T COMMIT! You're right! I can't commit... to you! I will always treasure our time together. I don't feel enough of anything to harbor the kind of disdain that you'll maintain. You painted me into what you wanted to see, and that's fine, but you will never know me. |
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| Mathiasman | Jul 11 2007, 04:10 AM Post #199 |
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Echoes <3 Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine And no-one showed us to the land And no-one knows the wheres or whys But something stirs and something tries And starts to climb towards the light Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what i see is me And do i take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand the best i can And no-one calls us to move on And no-one forces down our eyes And no-one speaks and no-one tries And no-one flies around the sun Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes Inviting and inciting me to rise And through the window in the wall Come streaming in on sunlight wings A million bright ambassadors of morning And no-one sings me lullabies And no-one makes me close my eyes And so I throw the windows wide And call to you across the sky |
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| Kira | Jul 13 2007, 02:27 AM Post #200 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room, You dropped the paper in the water, And it all begins to bloom... -- "Old Soul Song" by Bright Eyes |
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| Kira | Jul 17 2007, 05:01 PM Post #201 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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So in the end I'd like to say That I'm a very thankful man. I tried to make the most of my situations, And enjoy what I had. I knew true love and I knew passion, And the difference between the two. And I had some regrets, But if I had to do it all again, Well, it's something I'd like to do. -- "Things That The Grandchildren Should Know", by Eels One of the nicest endings to an album I'll ever hear. |
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| fourside | Jul 17 2007, 05:57 PM Post #202 |
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Queen of Hearts
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Today I feel like pleasing you more than before Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for To be living for you is all I want to do To be loving you it'll all be there when my dreams come true Today you'll make me say that I somehow have changed Today you'll look into my eyes, I'm just not the same To be anymore than all I am would be a lie I'm so full of love I could burst apart and start to cry Today everything you want, I swear it all will come true Today I realize how much I'm in love with you With you standing here I could tell the world what it means to love To go on from here I can't use words, they don't say enough Please, please listen to me It's taken so long to come true And it's all for you all for you.... Today - Jefferson Airplane |
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| Kira | Jul 17 2007, 06:08 PM Post #203 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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My favorite <3 |
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| TheSmashedGuitar | Jul 17 2007, 06:15 PM Post #204 |
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Love Will Tear Us Apart, Again
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Mine too! It's such a beautiful song. |
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| fourside | Jul 17 2007, 06:28 PM Post #205 |
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Queen of Hearts
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I love that song. |
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| beatlematt | Jul 17 2007, 06:49 PM Post #206 |
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THE JANITOR
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We met in a bar Out on Chesapeake Bay With her white patent boots And her blouse red lame A table top dancer She would smile on cue Those lips of an angel Angel in blue She's been dancing for ages Though cities of bars She was kickin' the habit of scoring in cars She'd been drained of her spirit All caged in this zoo A wildcat angel Angel in blue And as she stared out into nowhere I thought, yes, I thought she might break down and cry When I whispered I thought I could love her She just said "Baby, don't even bother to try" And I watched as she spoke Her words chilled my bones All her friends did her favors That were really just loans And she never had dreams So they never came true The palest of angels Angel in blue And the bees they had stung her The birds they had flown There were guys she could number But none she had known And she never had dreams So they never came true My fade away angel Angel in blue Angel In Blue - J. Geils Band An absolute favorite from them |
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When she walks she moves so fine like a flamingo Crimson dress that clings so tight She's out of reach and out of sight
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| fourside | Jul 17 2007, 06:55 PM Post #207 |
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Queen of Hearts
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Station to Station - David Bowie The return of the Thin White Duke Throwing darts in lovers' eyes Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff From where dreams are woven Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle Here am I, flashing no colour Tall in this room overlooking the ocean Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains Once there were mountains on mountains And once there were sunbirds to soar with And once I could never be down Got to keep searching and searching Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love? Wonder *who*, wonder who, wonder when Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy? Drink to the men who protect you and I Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high TWO TIMES: It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be love It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here I must be only one in a million I won't let the day pass without her It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here Should I believe that I've been stricken? Does my face show some kind of glow? It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here, yes it's here It's too late It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late The European cannon is here |
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| ZachAppleThrows | Jul 17 2007, 06:57 PM Post #208 |
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Apple Scruffs
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Pfft, that song's about Hitler, everybody knows that! |
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| Thaddeus | Jul 17 2007, 07:47 PM Post #209 |
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Kiss me like a beesting
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I always thought I was the only person who liked "Today". I've been wrong so many times today.
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| Kira | Jul 18 2007, 06:46 PM Post #210 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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Your fright gives way to memory, Having coffee with your love, Or the story your father told you long ago. He was hunting with his own father For deer, he pointed and spotted her, And then tripped over some roots or some dead trees. The gun went off, it was a mistake. And my father was only eight, And as he watched the dying deer he was changed. Cause he felt sorry for what he'd done, And he put down his gun. Will you feel sorry for what you've done? Will you put down your gun? It's just your accidental death, Your accidental death. But there's no accidental death, When you're the Indian in the cougar's nest... -- "Accidntel Deth", by Rilo Kiley |
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Go get him, Daffy!
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