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06-13-2008, 07:31 PM
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| Konichiwa, Bitches     
I'll Be Back
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06-13-2008, 07:59 PM
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06-13-2008, 08:17 PM
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| Prim Fancier 
To Be Advised
Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Straya
Posts: 1,223
SL Join Date: January, 2007
Business: Treasures
My Mood:  | So many songs, so little time.. But the first song that came to mind: The Power of Love by Frankie goes to Hollywood I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door Feels like fire I'm so in love with you Dreams are like angels They keep bad at bay, bad at bay Love is the light Scaring darkness away I'm so in love with you Purge the soul Make love your goal The power of love A force from above Cleaning my soul Flame on burn desire Love with tongues of fire Purge the soul Make love your goal I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door When the chips are down I'll be around With my undying, death-defying Love for you Envy will hurt itself Let yourself be beautiful Sparkling love, flowers And pearls and pretty girls Love is like an energy Rushin' rushin' inside of me This time we go sublime Lovers entwine, divine divine Love is danger, love is pleasure Love is pure, the only treasure I'm so in love with you Purge the soul Make love your goal I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door
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06-13-2008, 08:46 PM
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| Konichiwa, Bitches
I'll Be Back
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My Mood: | That kind of makes a nice segue to this one from Sweeney Todd Not While I'm Around By Stephen Sondheim Nothing's gonna harm you Not while I'm around Nothing's gonna harm you No sir, not while I'm around Demons are prowling everywhere Nowadays I'll send 'em howling I don't care I got ways No one's gonna hurt you No one's gonna dare Others can desert you Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while But in time, nothing can harm you Not while I'm around Being close and being clever, ain't like being true I don't need to - I would never hide a thing from you Like some No one's gonna hurt you No one's gonna dare Others can desert you Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while But in time, nothin' can harm you Not while I'm around. |
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06-13-2008, 09:01 PM
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| La mamá de Pepe  Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Kansas City, MO
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My Mood:  | Somebody mentioned Leonard Cohen I love this one: I've heard there was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, Do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor Fall, The major lift, The baffled king composing, hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the halleujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch love is not a victory march it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's real and going on below but now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe there's a God above And all I ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you It's not a cry you can hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
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06-13-2008, 09:18 PM
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| The Fourth Dimension 
Happy
| (This post is assuming that it's geared towards favorite lyrics to a song, not necessarily one's favorite song--my opinion of a song usually puts more a lot more weight on the music than on the lyrics. I don't really have a "favorite song", these are just a couple that have stuck out for me from time to time) These lyrics put things in such a way to get me to think about things in a way I normally wouldn't see it--they bring a lot of perspective: I know a man, he came from my hometown He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown He said Dolores, I live in fear My love for yous so overpowering, Im afraid that I will disappear Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away I know a woman, (who) became a wife These are the very words she uses to describe her life She said a good day ain't got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away And I know a father who had a son He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things hed done He came a long way just to explain He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping Then he turned around and he headed home again Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan The informations unavailable to the mortal man Were workin our jobs, collect our pay Believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact were slip sliding away -------------------- I'm working on gospel time these days (The summer - this could be the cool part of the summer) The sloe-eyed creature in the reckless room she's so severe A wise child walks right out of here I'm so excited I can barely cope I'm sizzling like an isotope I'm on fire so cut me some slack First she's way gone then she comes back She's all business then she's ready to play She's almost gothic in a natural way This house of desire is built foursquare (The city - the cleanest kitten in the city) When she speaks it's like the slickest song I ever heard I'm hanging on her every word As if I'm not already blazed enough She hits me with the cryptic stuff That's her style - to jerk me around First she's all feel then she cools down She's pure science with a splash of black cat She's almost gothic and I like it like that This dark place so thrilling and new It's kind of like the opposite of an aerial view Unless I'm totally wrong I hear her rap and brother it's strong I'm pretty sure that what she's telling me is mostly lies But I just stand there hypnotized I'll just have to make it work somehow I'm in the amen corner now It's called love - I spell L -U- V First she's all buzz then she's noise-free She's bubbling over then there's nothing to say She's almost gothic in a natural way She's old school then she's like young Little Eva meets the Bleecker Street brat She's almost gothic but it's better than that
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06-14-2008, 12:06 PM
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| day dreamer 
report to follow
Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: under the moon & stars
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SL Join Date: 12/07
My Mood:  | Natasha Bedingfield Pocket Full of Sunshine I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine. I got a love, and I know that it's all mine. Oh. Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me. Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me. No. Take me away: A secret place. A sweet escape: Take me away. Take me away to better days. Take me away: A higher place. I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine. I got a love, and I know that it's all mine. Oh. Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me. Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me. No. I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine. I got a love, and I know that it's all mine. Oh. Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me. Do anything you can to control me. Oh, no. Take me away: A secret place. A sweet escape: Take me away. Take me away to better days. Take me away: A higher place. There's a place that I go, But nobody knows. Where the rivers flow, And I call it home. And there's no more lies. In the darkness, there's light. And nobody cries. There's only butterflies. Take me away: A secret place. A sweet escape: Take me away. Take me away to better days. Take me away: A higher place. Take me away: A secret place. A sweet escape: Take me away. Take me away to better days. Take me away: A higher place. Take me away: A secret place. To better days take me away. Take me away to better days. Take me away: A higher place. The sun is on my side. Take me for a ride. I smile up to the sky. I know I'll be all right. The sun is on my side. Take me for a ride. I smile up to the sky. I know I'll be all right.
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06-14-2008, 01:05 PM
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| Konichiwa, Bitches
I'll Be Back
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My Mood: | Along with The Beatles I am a HUGE Frank Zappa fan, thanks to my younger-older brother. The first album I heard was "Roxy and Else where " which came out in 1974 I think. Besides "Penguin in Bondage" which we may discuss later, this is my favorite from that album Village of the Sun Frank Zappa Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, well!) Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too, now Where Palmdale Boulevard, wo! Cuts on through Past the Village Inn, well, & Barbecue now, yeah (I heard it ain't there . . . Well I hope it ain't true) Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue? Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh? Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, well!) |
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06-14-2008, 01:41 PM
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| Senior Member 
On my 6th Mojito
Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Hannover, Germany
Posts: 122
SL Join Date: 01/16/2006
My Mood:     | There are times that walk from you Like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn But the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms There are things that drift away Like our endless numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe In the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls it's children from their piles of fallen leaves There are sailing ships that pass All our bodies in the grass Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last And she's chosen where to be Though she's lost her wedding ring Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds There are things we can't recall Blind as night that finds us all Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls But my hands remember hers Rolling around the shaded ferns Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned There are names across the sea Only now I do believe Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me But she'll mend his tattered clothes And they'll kiss as if they know A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone ============================================== And a 2nd one in my native tongue:  Im düstern Auge keine Träne, Sie sitzen am Webstuhl und fletschen die Zähne: "Deutschland, wir weben dein Leichentuch, Wir weben hinein den dreifachen Fluch - Wir weben, wir weben! Ein Fluch dem Gott, zu dem wir gebeten In Winterskälte und Hungersnöten; Wir haben vergebens gehofft und geharrt, Er hat uns geäfft, gefoppt und genarrt - Wir weben, wir weben! Ein Fluch dem König, dem König der Reichen, Den unser Elend nicht konnte erweichen, Der den letzten Groschen von uns erpreßt Und uns wie Hunde erschießen läßt - Wir weben, wir weben! Ein Fluch dem falschen Vaterlande, Wo nur gedeihen Schmach und Schande, Wo jede Blume früh geknickt, Wo Fäulnis und Moder den Wurm erquickt - Wir weben, wir weben! Das Schiffchen fliegt, der Webstuhl kracht, Wir weben emsig Tag und Nacht - Altdeutschland, wir weben dein Leichentuch, Wir weben hinein den dreifachen Fluch - Wir weben, wir weben!" Actually a poem by Heinrich Heine, but was sung by several Interprets as well, so technically it's songlyrics
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06-14-2008, 04:18 PM
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| Miss Midipenny 
I'm alright, thanks
Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: UK
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My Mood:  | Elvis Costello - I want you Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tellThe pain in that song gets me every time, but I guess the music helps with that. Love the line "the truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark, it scares you witless, but in time you see things clear and stark." Also really love many many Cure songs, have used this one in particular in moments of despair - Fight. sometimes there's nothing to feelBest bit is the last two verses. Last edited by Midi Reifsnider; 06-14-2008 at 04:31 PM.. |
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06-15-2008, 07:15 AM
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| Jeni's girl 
Who let the kit out? Purr,
purr, purr purr!
Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: Deepest Darkest Black Country
Posts: 427
SL Join Date: Dec 22 2007
My Mood:  | So Many Songs, so little time. Agree with lots on here. Think I'll plug for an REM one EVERYBODY HURTS When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes. Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) If you feel like letting go, (hold on) When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on. Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on. Well, everybody hurts sometimes, Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade) (Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
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06-15-2008, 07:17 AM
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| Jeni's girl
Who let the kit out? Purr,
purr, purr purr!
Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: Deepest Darkest Black Country
Posts: 427
SL Join Date: Dec 22 2007
My Mood: | And since I cant just leave things at one, a Chris Rea song too: TELL ME THERE'S A HEAVEN The little girl she said to me What are these things that I can see Each night when I come home from school And mama calls me in for tea Oh every night a baby dies And every night a mama cries What makes those men do what they do To make that person black and blue Grandpa says their happy now They sit with God in paradise With angels' wings and still somehow It makes me feel like ice Tell me there's a heaven Tell me that it's true Tell me there's a reason Why I'm seeing what I do Tell me there's a heaven Where all those people go Tell me they're all happy now Papa tell me that it's so So do I tell her that it's true That there's a place for me and you Where hungry children smile and say We wouldn't have no other way That every painful crack of bones Is a step along the way Every wrong done is a game plan To that great and joyful day And I'm looking at the father and the son And I'm looking at the mother and the daughter And I'm watching them in tears of pain And I'm watching them suffer Don't tell that little girl Tell me Tell me there's a heaven Tell me that it's true Tell me there's a reason Why I'm seeing what I do Tell me there's a heaven Where all those people go Tell me they're all happy now Papa tell me that it's so |
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06-15-2008, 07:48 AM
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| N. Señora de la Sangre 
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| Some Nina Simone.... I want a little sugar in my bowl I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin' Oh so bad I feel so funny and I feel so sad I want a little steam on my clothes Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go Whatsa matter Daddy Come on, save my soul I need some sugar in my bowl
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06-15-2008, 08:41 AM
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| Fortuna vitrea est 
Goats ?.. fuck'em .. Let them
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Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: UK
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My Mood:  | At the moment this verse from Kate Nash's Foundations tickles my fancy You said I must eat so many lemons, 'cause I am so bitter. I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate, cause they are much fitter" Yes it was childish and you got aggressive and I must admit that I was a bit scared, but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
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06-15-2008, 03:52 PM
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| Pampers Io 
Zenophile
Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Darkmere
Posts: 6,667
Business: Radio Free Darkmere
| Far across the ocean In the land of look and see There once was a time For you and me Where the winds blow sweetly And the easy seas flow still And where the barefoot dream of life Can laugh and cry its fill Where slot machine confusions And the plastic universe Are objects of amusement In the fiction of their curse And where the crazy whiteman And his teargas happiness Lies dead and long since buried By his own fantastic mess For I hate the whiteman And his plastic excuse For I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose... And the reins of coloured thunder Of the stallion of the dawn Ride the coalfire morning On the beach where all is born Where the emperor of meaning Is burning up his forts And sits to warm his toes around A fire made up of useless thoughts And when the children tempt him With the riddles of their trance He flings the flames of solstice Casting laughs into their dance And while a crazy whiteman In the desert of his bones Lies as bleached as the paradise He likes to think he owns And I hate the whiteman In his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose... And far across the reaches Of the drifting yellow sands The living carpet wilderness Forever joins its hands With heaven hell's attainment In a surging crest of fire Where more than all is thrown upon The ever lasting pyre And through the countless canticles Of Jason's charcoal fleece Are sung the songs of nothing In the timeless masterpiece And there stood in the middle Guess who? It's the everlasting burst Built by god's very own whiteman As he tries to rule the dust And I hate the whiteman In his doctrinaire abuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned you all loose... And the bowels of his city Have been locked into a safe Where the spew stains on the sidewalks Are defenders of his faith While back inside his kitchen The bowler hatted, long haired saint Cleans with soap and water But it's really just white paint While his golden headed scandal sheets Present their daily bite To give their righteous news-bleeders Drugs to keep them white While outside in the whitewash Where the guns are always, always right A shooting star has summoned Its dark angel from his night And I hate the whiteman And his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned you all loose And the man who turned him loose...l
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06-15-2008, 06:14 PM
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| the ne'er do-well.  Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Dallas.
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SL Join Date: '04 '06. | Always when we fight I try to make you laugh Until everything's forgotten I know you hate that ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Always when we fight I kiss you once or twice And everything's forgotten I know you hate that I love you Sunday sun The week's not yet begun And everything is quiet And it's always You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever ba ba ba ba ba It was always You and me always You tell me I'm a real man And try to look impressed Not very convincing But you know I love it Then we watch TV Until we fall asleep Not every exciting But it's you and me And we'll always be together You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever ba ba ba ba ba It was always You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever ba ba ba ba ba It was always You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever ba ba ba ba ba - - - - - It had to be you, it had to be you I wandered around, and finally found The somebody who could make me be true Could make me be blue or even be glad Just to be sad just thinking of you Some others I've seen might never be mean Might never be cross or try to be boss But they wouldn't do For nobody else gave me the thrill With all your faults I love you still It had to be you Wonderful you It had to be you
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