Doesn't it though? I figured out the tune... I was singing it at lunch and the bf of my friend/aquaintance person made me stop. He said it was great but he couldn't take the tune anymore. It turned out that it was "wheels on the bus go round and round". Even more childish of a song than I was expecting.

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

the verve - the drugs don't work

quite possibly one of the finest songs ever written.

Gonna walk walk walk four more blocks
plus the one in my head
Down downstairs to the man
He's gonna make it all okay
I can't beat myself
I can't beat myself
And I don't want to talk
I'm taking the cure
So I can be quiet whenever I want
So leave me alone
you ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks

verse out of Needle in the Hay

Give me a break from your taking your take.
Come on and give me a break.
What do you want from me?
Feeding the rich with that son of a bitch.
Well, that son of a bitch,
He looks just like me.

Yeah, yeah...

Thanks for nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Thanks for all your bullsh*t, too.
Thanks for nothing.
Positively nothing.
Thanks for everything you didn't do.

Thanks...

Something for free, you got something from me.
You want something for free.
What do you want from me?
Give me a break with your taking your take.
Come on and give me a break.
What do you want from me?

Yeah, yeah...

Thanks for nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Thanks for all your bullsh*t, too.
Thanks for nothing.
Positively nothing.
Thanks for everything you didn't do.

Thanks...

Give me a break from your taking your take.
Come on and give me a break.
What do you want from me?
Give me a break.
Come on and give me a break.
Come on and give me a break.
What do you want from me?

Thanks for nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Thanks for all your bullsh*t, too.
Thanks for nothing.
Positively nothing.
Thanks for everything you didn't do.

Thanks for nothing.

Thanks...

"Lullaby" by Assemblage 23


May you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep
Despite the wolves outside your door
In time you will see them all as harmless
And their idle threats easy to ignore

And if ever fate should choose to smite you
Stand your ground, never walk away
Please don't ever let the world defeat you
Don't get buried in its decay

As you drift into the gauzy realm of dreams
May you take comfort in the thought that you are safe
For it only takes a fraction of a second
For all of this to change

CHORUS
Return to me
When slumber's fog has lifted
Return to me
Stronger than before

As you sink beneath the soothing streams of time
May you be thankful that you had another day
For there comes a time when each of us will enter
A sleep from which we will never wake

And if ever fate should choose to smite you
Stand your ground, never walk away
Please don't ever let the world defeat you
Don't get buried in its decay

Close your eyes now, if only for a moment
For it's time you get some rest
The wolves are gone and nothing here can harm you
Let go of your fragile consciousness

CHORUS
Return to me
When slumber's fog has lifted
Return to me
Stronger than before

"My Sacrifice" - Creed

Hello my friend, we meet again
It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart a memory
A perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember

When you are with me I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My Sacrifice

We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around
In an instant
It feels so good to realize
What's in yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there

When you are with me I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My Sacrifice

I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again

When you are with me I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
Cause when you are with me I am free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My Sacrifice, My Sacrifice

I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again

My Sacrifice.

falling is like this -ani difranco

you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth
like you're choosing between choking
and spitting it all out
like you're trying to fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this

feels like reckless driving when we're talking
it's fun while it lasts, and it's faster than walking
but no one's going to sympathize when we crash
they'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask"
and we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try
one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky

i'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe
i'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way
we can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this.

What makes me think that it'll all work out in the end?
Afraid to feel bad, better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong.
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long.
Is this helping? I'm growing weaker each day.
Can't stop wining. Still afraid of what I might say
Or reactions that control us one and all.

It's mine. It's pure and
As decent as I can make myself inside,
We all know
Only the strong survive.

Why don't you think about that?

So now I'm bleeding on myself yes once again.
Seems I've trusted another decietful friend.
My fault. I should have known the deal
Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer, for real.
Sounds easy, but nothing can be so hard.
Trying to guess life's dealing. What's the next card?
I'm surely folding. I don't like this hand at all.

It's mine. It's pure and
As decent as I can make myself inside,
We all know
Only the strong survive.

Why don't you think about...

Keep your eyes wide open. Here comes a blind side.

Maybe things happen for a reason
And wherein lies the answer
To overcome the dealing
Of life's unruly lessons.
I've handed in succession.
It builds my pain which makes me stronger.

It's mine. It's pure and
As decent as I can make myself inside,
We all know
Only the strong survive.

Why don't you think about that? Why don't you think about that for a minute?

timing must be a talent - form follows failure

well opprtunity knock agin, but will my condition let me open the door 'cuz i dont wanna find nobody there. did i really hear you say, that hope was never far away? i guess you deserve to string me along with you. what did you want from me, anyway? im takin it - im tacking it day-by-day, cascading down this road road of indecesion. still fight all the instincks that got us here today, so i gotta end this now to stay relativly sane. ewell i could have told you how the world could seem so far away 'cuz it took a long time to find out what i needed. still severing the ties that the knife and forget that were two seperat people going twenty seprate ways...

Here we go again.

A very temperamental process
Beginning with all of our excess
Affecting our very own ingest.
The sight of you is speechless.
Overwhelmed within an absess
Creating new diseases
And infecting whomever it pleases
we've been living this way for too long now.

Too long.

Then I noticed a difference
In the way that I saw other insects
Who were living lives of indulgence
Sheltered by their parents.
Such an unlucky existence
Not given a chance to experience
And make their own decisions.
I wouldn't trade my own mistakes at all.

REACH OUT YOUR HANDS!
Out for the ones who aid when the going gets rough.
UNTIL THE END!
These are the ones who help when the times get tough
AND TIMES WILL GET TOUGH!
Get up again.
TIMES WILL GET TOUGH!
Get up again.

HERE IT COMES ONCE AGAIN!

JUST REACH OUT YOUR HANDS!
Out for the ones who aid when the going gets rough.
UNTIL THE END!
These are the ones who help when the times get tough
AND TIMES WILL GET TOUGH!
Get up again.
TIMES WILL GET TOUGH!
Just get up again.

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you

---

He posted them here but they make me think of how I feel. Hope you don't mind I turned your own lyrics on you, Debs. I'll be there as soon as I can.

This song reminded me of Dayan, not necessarily in words, but about the emotion in the song. It's called "The Day Seattle Died" and it's by Cold. It's about Kurt Cobain and how so many lemented his death. The other two songs I posted recently ("Only the Strong" and "Get Up Again") also reminded me of the situation here.

"The Day Seattle Died"
by Cold

Turn all the lights down low
Trying to fade your apathy.
Made up a world where you can even be you
Star in a tragedy.
A shattered voice on an open chord
They line up around the world just to hear you scream.

Blown away by fame.
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor.
Never mind in faith
If you can't believe.

Drowning in misery.
The nightmare began when you closed the door.
You sat in your angry chair and just tried to be you.
The needle became your queen.
The drug had become your enemy
And music was just a way for you to bleed.

Blown away by the fame.
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor.
Never mind in faith
If you can't believe...
and you won't believe...
and he can't believe...
and they won't believe...
and they can't believe...

It may not make you think of Dayan, but it sure reminds me of how much we all miss him. He was one of the Matazone family and he will always be missed.

Believe

Elton John


believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch
War makes money, cancer sleeps
Curled up in my father and that means something to me
Churches and dictators, politics and papers
Everything crumbles sooner or later
But love, I believe in love

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, no borders to cross
Love is simple, hate breeds
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone
Without love, I believe in love

Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me
Without love

I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love

I absolutely love this song, its virgin state of mind by k's choice:

There's a chair in my head
On which I used to sit,
I took a pencil and I wrote
The following on it:

Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up and throw it at me, Dig it up and throw it at me

Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who will I turn to?
Now I'm in the virgin state of mind

Got a knife to disengage
The voids that I can't bare

To cut out words I've got writen
On my chair, like:

Do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?

Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I don't think so

(guitar solo)

Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I don't think so

Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who can I turn to?
Now I'm in the virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind

Virgin state of mind

I've always been asked "liz what's your theme song?"

well here it is... (well one of them...)

The Unforgiven II

Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining...

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there...

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are you're eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you....

Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you.... (So I dub thee unforgiven....)

Oh, what I've felt....
Oh, what I've known....

I take this key (never free...)
And I bury it (never me...) in you
Because you're unforgiven too....

Never free....
Never me....
'Cause you're unforgiven too....
Oh

Guerilla Radio
by Rage Against the Machine

Transmission third world war third round.
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground.
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade.
I lick shots at the brutal charade.
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devours
A silent play in the shadow of power.
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised.
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle monopolized.
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
The Fist-a-gon's bullets and bombs
Who stuffs the banks?
Who staffs the party ranks?
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord?
None of the above. F*ck it. Cut the cord.

Lights out. Guerilla radio.
Turn that sh*t up.
Lights out. Guerilla radio.
Turn that sh*t up
Lights out. Guerilla radio.
Turn that sh*t up.

Contact. I highjack the frequencies.
Blockin' the beltway,
Move on D.C.
Way past the days of bombin' mc's.
Sound off. Mumia's Gotta be free.
Who's got him? Yo, check the federal file.
All you pen devils know the trial was vile.
All you pigs trying to silence my style.
Off 'em all out that box. It's my radio dial

Lights out. Guerilla radio.
Turn that sh*t up.
Lights out. Guerilla radio.
Turn that sh*t up
Lights out. Guerilla radio.
Turn that sh*t up.

It has to start somewhere.
It has to start sometime.
What better place than here?
What better time than now?

All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!

(NOTE: when they mention Mumia, they are referring to Mumia Abu-Jamal, a modern-day freedom fighter in many's eyes)

What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
Pussycat, Pussycat
I've got flowers
And lots of hours
To spend with you.
So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose!
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat nose!
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
Pussycat, Pussycat
You're so thrilling
And I'm so willing
To care for you.
So go and make up your cute little pussycat face!
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat face!
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
Pussycat, Pussycat
You're delicious
And if my wishes
Can all come true
I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips!
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat lips!
You and your pussycat eyes!
You and your pussycat nose!

Hmmm, this is an appropriate thread for me to post in, considering what I just posted in the "Basslines" thread...

"Faith" by the cure

Catch me if I fall
I'm losing hold
I can't just carry on this way
And every time
I turn away
Lose another blind game
The idea of perfection holds me
Suddenly I see you change
Everything at once
The same
But the mountain never moves

Rape me like a child
Christened in blood
Painted like an unknown saint
There's nothing left but hope
Your voice is dead
And old
And always empty
Trust in me through closing years
Perfect moments wait
If only we could stay
Please
Say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand
Lost forever in a happy crowd

No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words
The party just gets better and better

I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith......

I absolutely love (almost) every song off My Chemical Romance's album I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

Cubicles ~ My Chemical Romance

It's the tearing sound of love notes
drowning out these gray stained windows
and the view outside is sterile
but i'm only two cubes down
i'll photocopy all the things taht we could be
if you took the time to notice me
but you can't now
i don't blame you
and it's not your fault that no one ever does
but you dont' work here anymore
it's just a vacant three by four
and they might fill your place
a temporary stand-in for your face
this happens all the time
and i can't help but think i'll die alone
so i'll spend my time with strangers
a condition and it's terminal
in this water cooler romance
and it's coming to a close
we could be in the park and dancing by a tree
kicking over blades we see
or a dark beach
with a black view
and pinpricks in the velvet catch our fall
i know you don't work here anymore
sometimes i think i'll die alone
live and breathe and die alone
i think i'd like to die alone
i think i'll love to die alone
just take me down
i think i'd love to die alone



It's such a beautiful song...
And theres about a million others too. Like Flying Horses by Dispatch.

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now.
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now.

We're the renegades in this atomic age.
This atomic age of renegades.
Renegades in this atomic age.
This atomic age of renegades.

Since the prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
On down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes.
And then the Renaisance came
And times continued to change.
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades.
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Payne,
Doctor Martin Luther King, Malcolm X.
They were renegades of their time and age.
So many renegades.
We're the Renegades of Funk.

From a different solar system many, many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation.
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singing electonic chants like
Zulu nation.
Revelation.
Destroy all nations.
Destroy all nations.

Now renegades are people with their own philosophies.
They change the course of history.
Everyday people like you and me
We’re the renegades, we’re the people with our own philosophies.
We change the course of history.
Everyday people like you and me. C'mon!
We're the Renegades of Funk.

Poppin', sockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop.
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop.
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop.
Because where we're Poppin', sockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop.
Poppin', sockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop.

We're the Renegades of Funk.
We're the Renegades of Funk.

We're teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping.
We're blessed with the Force and the sight of electronics,
With the bass, and the treble
The horns and our vocals.
You know everytime we pop into the beat we get fresh.

There was a time when our music
Was something called the big street beat.
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound.
You had to be a renegade those days
To take a man on the dance floor.

Say jam, sucka (jam).
Say jam, sucka (jam).
Say groove, sucka (groove).
Now groove, sucka (groove).
Say dance, sucka (dance).
Say dance, sucka (dance).
Say move, sucka (move).
Now move, sucka (move).

Say jam, sucka (jam).
Say jam, sucka (jam).
Say groove, sucka (groove).
Now groove, sucka (groove).
Say dance, sucka (dance).
Say dance, sucka (dance).
Say move, sucka (move).
Now move, sucka (move).

We're the Renegades of Funk.
We're the Renegades of Funk.
We're the Renegades of Funk.
We're the Renegades of Funk.
We're the Renegades of Funk.
We're the Renegades of Funk.
We're the Renegades of Funk.

When the world ends
Collect your things
You're coming with me
When the world ends
You tuckle up yourself with me
Watch it as the stars disappear to nothing
The day the world is over
We'll be lying in bed

I'm gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall
We will rise as the building's crumble
Float there and watch it all
Amidst the burning, we'll be churning
You know, love will be our wings
The passion rises up from the ashes
When the world ends

When the world ends
You're gonna come with me
We're going to be crazy
Like a river bends
We're going to float
Through the criss cross of the mountains
Watch them fade to nothing
When the world ends
You know that's what's happening now
I'm going to be there with you somehow, oh...

I'm going to tie you up like a baby in a carriage car
Your legs won't work cause you want me so
You just lie spread to the wall
The love you got is surely
All the love that I would ever need
I'm going to take you by my side
And love you tall, ‘til the world ends

Oh, but don't you worry about a thing
No, 'cause I got you here with me
Don't you worry about a
Just you and me
Floating through the empty, empty
Just you and me
Oh, graces
Oh, grace

Oh, when the world ends
We'll be burning one
When the world ends
We'll be sweet makin' love
Oh, you know when the world ends
I'm going to take you aside and say
Let's watch it fade away, fade away
And the world's done
Ours just begun
It's done
Ours just begun

We're gonna dive into the emptiness
We'll be swimming
I'm going to walk you through the pathless roads
I'm going to take you to the top of the mountain that's no longer there
I'm going to take you to bed and love you, I swear
Like the end is here

I'm going to take you up to
I'm going to take you down on you
I'm going to hold you like an angel, angel

I'm going to love you
I'm going to love you
When the world ends
I'm going to hold you
When the world is over
We'll just be beginning...

"Even Angels Fall" by the Cruxshadows... I am living this song, cheesy 90s goth-ness and all.

Sorrow sings her kisses in silence
Adjust the blinds to keep the light
From mocking everything I feel
She dances slowly, her silhouette upon the curtain
But her eyes seem to cry only empty tears

I begged for comfort with inadequate verse
It meant so much to me and so little to her
And I am sinking into a mountain of self-pity
Why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?

Where is my angel?
Where is my angel when I need him most?

one of my favorites:

"Mourning" (Tantric)


Is there something that you are trying to say
Don't hold back now
It's been a long time since I felt this way
So don't hold back now

I purposely forgot about
Loving anyone
Cause I'm the only one who has
Who has been stepped upon

Is there something that you are trying to say
Cause I can take it
Cause I grew up a man this way
And if I'm hurt I'll shake it

I'll crawl back into my cave
That's how I'll make it
Cause out of all this hurt we have
Beauty thus become
Beauty thus become

[Chorus:]
In the mourning I can see the sights
No wonder I could never keep you satisfied
In the mourning I can see inside
Myself and all the things that you were trying to hide
[Repeat]

Wishing all the best for you
And now I will say goodbye
Cause all the shit that we've been through
Put wisdom in my eyes

So walk away, don't turn around
Cause I won't be standing here
Cause all the lies that I've been living through
Are becoming very clear
And beauty thus become

[Chorus]

Then you conned me into thinking
That all I had was you
The small insinuations
Were cutting me through
Cutting me through

And now I stand alone here
Stronger than before
And I'll never go back
Never go back
Never go

[Chorus x2]

The Ballad of Ressurection Joe and Rosa Whore
by Rob Zombie

Insane blues at the green man inn.
Cut the lights and pray that you're dead.
Opium dreams through the seven dials
And feel the pillow over your head.
Racheal hides from Ned the crow.
Keen eye on the peelers.
Experiment from '53
And no scratch for the dealers.

She wants some more
Sweet Rosa whore.
She wants some more.
Sweet Rosa whore.
I say hell is love.
You say I must suffer.
She's a motherf*cker.
Ressurect me.
I say hell is love.
You say I must suffer.
She's a motherf*cker.
Ressurect me.

Sleep well in your killing bed.
Give a jig and show some life.
Favor for a favor.
Don't seperate the pain from the knife.
All the doctors sing.
You've got to suffer for the cure.
And as the world fades away
You'll wonder where you were.

She wants some more
Sweet Rosa whore.
She wants some more.
Sweet Rosa whore.
I say hell is love.
You say I must suffer.
She's a motherf*cker.
Ressurect me.
I say hell is love.
You say I must suffer.
She's a motherf*cker.
Ressurect me.

ok guys we all know that we all love music and whole songs are coll but why quote the whole thing? i wanna know why you love it as much as what it is. tell us the name and we'll go and listen to it. one linethat sticks out is more important if you know which line it is

It's asounding! Time is feeting! Madness takes it's toll!

Because I am a Time Warp Queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trust in who we are

and nothing else matters

Metallica!! first heard that song about 2 years ago. .

its a lot older than that

never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters

i know..that is why it is so odd i first heard it 2 years ago.

I like that metallica song...sandman...or something ..not sure exactly what the title is...

lovely song.

trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

Enter Sandman


Say your prayers little one
don't forget, my son
to include everyone

tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes

sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight

exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land

something's wrong, shut the light
heavy thoughts tonight
and they aren't of snow white

dreams of war, dreams of liars
dreams of dragon's fire
and of things that will bite

sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight

exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land

now I lay me down to sleep
pray the lord my soul to keep
if I die before I wake
pray the lord my soul to take

hush little baby, don't say a word
and never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beast under your bed,
in your closet, in your head

exit light
enter night
grain of sand

exit light
enter night
take my hand
we're off to never never land

im not sure that i understand what that song is all about. but it is still a great song

heroin i think

i think i am too tired to respond properly to that.

i prescibe coffee

How the hell'd we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able to see the signs that we missed, and try and turn the tables?
I wish you'd unclench your fists and unpack your suitcase.
Lately there's been too much of this, but don't think it's too late.
Nothing's wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will.
Someday, somehow
Gonna' make it alright, but not right now.
I know you're wondering when.
[You're the only one who knows that.]
Someday somehow
Gonna' make it alright, but not right now.
I know you're wondering when.
Well I'd hoped because we're here anyway,
We could end up saying things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played like this: Just like a paperback novel.
Let's rewrite an ending that fits instead of a Hollywood Horror.
Nothing's wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will.
Someday, somehow
Gonna' make it alright, but not right now.
I know you're wondering when.
[You're the only one who knows that.]
Someday somehow
Gonna' make it alright, but not right now.
I know you're wondering when.
You're the only one who knows that.
How the hell'd we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able to see the signs that we missed?
Now the story's played like this: Just like a paperback novel.
Let's rewrite an ending that fits instead of a Hollywood Horror.
Nothing's wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will.
Someday, somehow
Gonna' make it alright, but not right now.
I know you're wondering when.
[You're the only one who knows that.]
Someday somehow
Gonna' make it alright, but not right now.
I know you're wondering when.
(Repeat x3)

So, I'm no Nickelback fan, but this song works for when I screw things up.

Here's one I wrote under my one pseudonym Tragick the Clown

Firefly
by Tragick the Clown

Every night in the sky I look for your light.
I search every star to see your face.
I remember the time when we shared our lives.
You used to lay by my side but you left me to fly.

And if I never walk by your side
And if I never look into your eyes
And if I know you won't be mine
You're still my firefly.

I see you hold his hand. I hear you call his name.
You know I love you and I know you love me.
You're my best friend and you will always be.
You're still in my heart as I watch you fly.

And if I never walk by your side
And if I never look into your eyes
And if I know you won't be mine
You're still my firefly.

If you're gonna fly...
If you're gonna fly...
Fly high for me.
Fly high for me.

And if I never walk by your side
And if I never look into your eyes
And if I know you won't be mine
You're still my firefly.

Oooh. I love song lyrics. Especially when I don't know the song, and can't hear it in my head when I read it.

A friend wrote me a song, so maybe that's one of my favorites. Because it's heartfelt. Only, it's a sad story. So maybe I shouldn't like the song this much.

I fucking love all lyrics written by Tool. Tool rocks. I find it quite uplifting. *shrugs*

Oooh, anyone heard that song by Finger Eleven? The Walking In My Shoes one? That has pretty cool lyrics.

Gwah!

This isn't an actual song, but it's a great poem..

/me watches people flee the thread at the word poem

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.


LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . 110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me. 125

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Oh the memories I heard this live about 11 or 12 years ago on black album tour supported by Megadeath and the almighty!

Spend all your time waitin'
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction,
Oh beautiful release
Memory seaps through my veins
Let me be empty, oh and weightless, and maybe
We'll find some peace tonight


In the arms of the angels
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And this endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
In the arms of the angels
May you find, some comfort here

So tired of this straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultuers and theives at your back
The storm keeps on twistin
You keep on buildin up the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe,
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angels
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And this endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
In the arms of the angels
May you find, some comfort here

In the arms of the angel
May you find, some comfort here

Aww. That song's so sweet, sis. Now I really wish I could hug you. (hug)

This is dedicated to someone here. She knows who she is.

"Sad Happy"
by Cold

She was only seventeen
and forced to blame it on herself.
As she hides away to tame the pain she feels.
She was thrown into a scence
A drunken man a violent will.
And the God that makes mistakes
and still pretends.

And I'll be strong...
And I will sing...
And I will take your pain away...
And I'll be strong...
And I will sing...
And I will take your pain away...

She was only trying to breath.
Her broken nails had sliced his skin
as he bruised her face. She fades away again.
When she came to at the scene
A fever wind and a match in hand.
As she watched the flames she felt alive again.

And I'll be strong...
And I will sing...
And I will take your pain away...
And I'll be strong...
And I will sing...
And I will take your pain away...

Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel?

And I'll be strong...
And I will sing...
And I will take your pain away...
And I'll be strong...
And I will sing...
And I will take your pain away...

Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel?

(I cried posting these lyrics; read them over again and think about how much the song means to me)

This is dedicated to someone here.

"Synthetic"
by Spineshank

I can never feel the way you do
But it still becomes me now.
I can't take the way you do
But it's still inside me.

Synthetic solution.
Synthetic. I'll become
Synthetic if it makes this go away.
Synthetic solution.
Synthetic. I'll become
Synthetic if it makes this go away.

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way.
Now I can't make up my mind. Is this right?
How I let you get inside of me.

Twist my words the way that you do
'Cause it falls on deaf ears now.
Still, I learn to numb your views
But they're still inside me.

Synthetic solution.
Synthetic. I'll become
Synthetic if it makes this go away.
Synthetic solution.
Synthetic. I'll become
Synthetic if it makes this go away.

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way.
Now I can't make up my mind. Is this right?
How I let you get inside of me.

Go!

I will never follow you.
I will never follow you.
I will never follow you.
I will never follow you.

All this time I thought I was myself
And thought I never could become you.
All this time I thought I was myself
And thought I never could become you.

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way.
Now I can't make up my mind. Is this right?
How I let you get inside of me.

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way.
Now I can't make up my mind. Is this right?
How I let you get inside of me.

I have become synthetic.
I have become synthetic.
I have become synthetic.
I have become synthetic.

So is this one:

"My Plague"
by Slipknot

I'm in conniptions for the final act you came here for.
The one derrivative you manage is the one I abhor.
I need a minute to eliminate for everyone the everyday bullsh*t
Things that you have done.

Your impossible ego f*ck is like a
Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue.
You f*cking touch me, I will rip you apart.
I'll reach in and take a bite out of that sh*t you call a heart.

I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed,
Made to feel miniscule.
When you consider the source, it's kind of pitiful.
The only thing you really know about me is...That's all you'll ever know.

I know why you blame me.
I know why you blame yourself.
I know why you plague me.
I know why you plague yourself.

I'm turning it around like a knife in a shell.
I wanna understand why but I'm hurting myself.
I haven't een a lot of reasons to stop it. I can't just drop it.
I'm just a bastard, but at least I admit it. At least I admit it.

I know why you blame me.
I know why you blame yourself.
I know why you plague me.
I know why you plague yourself.

Kill you. F*ck you. I will never be you.
Kill you. F*ck you. I will never be you.
I can't f*cking take it anymore.
A snap of the synapse and now it's f*king war.
Kill you. F*ck you. I will never be you.

I know why you blame me.
I know why you blame yourself.
I know why you plague me.
I know why you plague yourself.

I know you blame me.
I know why you blame yourself.
I know why you plague me.
I know why you plague yourself.

I know why you blame yourself.
I know why you plague yourself.
I know why you plague yourself.
I know why you plague yourself.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Brother, My Cup Is Empty

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
O brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain


O brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I cannot blame it all on her
To blame her all would be a lie
For many a night I lay awake
And wished that I could watch her die
To see her accusing finger spurt
To see flies swarm her hateful eye
To watch her groaning in the dirt
To see her clicking tongue crack dry
O brother, buy me one more drink
One more drink and then goodbye
And do not mock me when I say
Let's drink one more before I die


O brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


Well I've been sliding down on rainbows
Well I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggars clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty!
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whiskey
For I have no head for wine


O brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I counted up my blessings
And counted only one
One tiny little blessing
And now that blessing's gone
So buy me one more drink, my brother
Then I'm taking to the road
Yes, I'm taking to the rain
I'm taking to the snow
O my friend, my only brother
Do not let the party grieve
So throw a dollar onto the bar
Now kiss my ass and leave


O brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

And we hide behind lies, anger, hate. They shoo love away. Build shells of ourselves outside. It shelters body from cold reigns of reality.

Come on step out of your rind. Assemble strength. Focus. Release and run to me. You can never look back to the visions from my past. They fade and wilt in time. You've got to just trust me to walk around you, then I turn and walk away.

Eclipse you and bleed you, strip you of your states of ain soph aur.
Eclipse you I spit up on my plate, push everything away from me.

And we sever all ties. It creates disruption midst circle of friends. I become sacrifice. Spare your life and leave me to my misery.

Get off the cross and save yourself. Run away. You'll be okay.

Run now. Get away from me. If I can get my grip, I'll pull you down into the hell I call my head. You'll never get away.

I sit down in my ugly place and build walls out of fragments from my past of all the people that I needed and loved that walked away.

You've got to just trust me to walk around you Then I'll turn and walk away

I walk under the clouds of gray Sphere of storms in my head I'm trapped again in endless rain.

I divorce the thoughts of you, I love, with me. I divorce your innocence and my guilt. I divorce the lying sellout confidence. I'm divorcing every motherf*cking thing!

I divorce the love bled meaningless. I divorce the makeshift harmony. I divorce the taunting acts of violence. I divorce the pastime of jealousy. I divorce control. I divorce the faith. I divorce the virtue. I divorce the rain. I divorce the excuse. I divorce the greed. I divorce the need. I divorce iniquity in this motherf*cking bullshit life. Just want it all to go away. Just want to run away to die. Take it, myself, my life. Text book f*cking mental. Off me and pitch me in a hole. It this motherf*cking bullsh*t life. In this f*cking bullsh*t life.

I'll always be your shadow and veil your eyes from states of ain soph aur. I can't be the hero anymore. I spit up on my plate and then I turn and walk away. I spit up on my plate and I disrupt the family. I spit up on my plate as I sever the entity and I feel your warm sun on my face. Separate. Separate. Separate. Separate.

Eclipse you and bleed you, strip you of your states of ain soph aur.
Eclipse you I spit up on my plate, push everything away.

Eclipse you and bleed you, strip you of your states of ain soph aur.
I need you. It's always been this way. Push everything away.

Eclipse you and bleed you, strip you of your states of ain soph aur.
Eclipse you I spit up on my plate, push everything away from me.

BACHELORETTE

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream

Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street
I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break

Hmmm

Thrice-
"The Artist In The Ambulance"

late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone
now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right, i know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of always talking when there's no change
i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound