okay, so this is a thread to post your favourite lyrics in. or just lyrics you wish to share with others. c'mooon, it'll be fun. here's mine: Don, Aman by Slint from the album Spiderland -------------------------- Don stepped outside. It felt good to be alone. He wished he was drunk. Thought about something he just said, And how stupid it had sounded... He knew he should forget about it. He decided to piss...but he couldn't. [A plane passed silently overhead The streetlights, and the buds on the trees, in the night ...were still.] It finally came, he took a deep breath. It made him feel strong, and determined, ...To go back inside. The light, Their backs. The conversations. The couples, romancing, so natural. His friends stare, With eyes, like the heads of nails. The others, Glances. With amusement, With amazement, With contempt. So distant, With malice, For being, a sty...in their engagement. [Like swimming underwater in the darkness. Like walking through an empty house, Speaking to an imaginary audience. being watched from outside by someone.] ((A soul without a key)) He could not dance to anything... Don left, And drove. And howled. And laughed, At himself. He felt he knew what that was. Don woke up, And looked at the night before. He knew what he had to do. He was responsible. In the mirror... He saw his friend. now post yours!
i'd really like to get ahold of one of those slint albums, i'm curious as to whether or not it's good...seems to me they just tell stories or freeform poetry over music, with no actual arrangement? odd... and the lyrics i will always remember, bron-y-aur stomp. Ah caught you smiling at me, That's the way it should be, Like a leaf is to a tree, so fine. Ah all the good times we had, I sang love songs so glad Always smiling, never sad, so fine. [Chorus] As we walk down the country lanes, I'll be singing a song, Hear me calling your name. Hear the wind within the trees, Telling Mother Nature 'bout you and me. Well if the sun shines so bright, Or on our way it's darkest night The road we choose is always right, so fine. Ah can your love be so strong When so many loves go wrong Will our love go on and on... [Chorus] My, my la de la come on now it ain't too far, Tell your friends all around the world, Ain't no companion like a blue eyed merle. Come on now well let me tell you, What you're missing, missing, 'round them brick walls. So of one thing I am sure, It's a friendship so pure, Angels singing all around my door, so fine. Yeah, ain't but one thing to do Spend my natural life with you, You're the finest dog I knew, so fine. When you're old and your eyes are dim, There ain't no old Shep gonna happen again, We'll still go walking down country lanes, I'll sing the same old songs, Hear me call your name.
Wake up nigga! Wake up nigga! Wake up wake up wake up! Backseat of the 'lac, big gat in my lap Ready for combat, feelin like Geronimo Pratt We had the windows cracked, headed up the strip Black rag in my hand, don't want no ...p...rints on the clip Hollow tips cuz we thugs with this shit my nigga This aint no game, we bang for yo hood my nigga I take a left at the light, turn off the headlights and ride real slow Now holla at me when you see the 5-0 Alrite Dirty, yall boys ready? Bout to turn drive-bys revolutionary *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! Look at 'em run, too scared to pull they guns Outta shape from them coffees and them cinnamon buns This shit is fun, how I feel when the tables is turned Hollow tips hit yah flesh through yo vests and it burn That's a lesson you learn, comin strait from the slums And it don't stop till we get full freedom! Oh, you want help officer? *pow pow pow* DIE DIE DIE! Just when you thought it was safe Police kill a little boy last night They said it was a mistake But that won't bring back his life His momma couldn't believe That it could happen to her She prayed to God everyday Guess it just wasn't enough And this is a revolutionary salute, nah mean to the comrades, word, cuz this is real shit, this aint just stories you nahmsayin? People like Twyla Meyers Crazy , Kunta Hari, Rushell McGee, Jalil Mutakeem, Hugo Yogipinell Herman Bell, 2Pac Shakur, Asana Shakur, Nahanda Abiodum, Russel Maroon Shokes, George Jackson, Tariq Haskins, Mutulu Shakur, Lenin , Jonathan Jackson, Shanta , Bunjy Carter, Albert Washington, Uhuru, Eddie Conway, The Black Liberation Army, Tupac Amaru Freedom Fighters, The Mau Mau, The Zapatistas,
mine is: The Rain Song (Page/Plant) This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before. It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low. It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom. Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune. Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from time to time. Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us... But I know that I love you so These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.
the first song that came to mind was Jeff Buckley's "The Sky Is A Landfil" but while i was reading them i got Bad Religion - Progress in my mind which is equaly great and easier to get through Progress and progress is not intelligently planned it's the facade of our heritage the odor of our land they speak of progress in red, white and blue it's the structure of the future as demise comes seething through it's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain as the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame so before you go to contribute more to the destruction of this world you adore remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn and we're all part of it as the day rolls on and progress is a message that we send one step closer to the future one inch closer to the end I say progress is a synonym of time we are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine and progress is a debt we all must pay it's convenience we all cherish it's pollution we disdain and the cutting edge is dulling too many folks to plow through just keep your fuckin' distance and it can't include you!
precisely what it is. there's really only one song where the guy's singing. and as for getting ahold of one of the albums, the chances are pretty slim, i hear. mostly, people find them in the bottom of bargain bins and stuff, which is really a shame. i would seriously shit if i ever found one in the store. i would kill to have it. but, you can download some of their stuff, if you have a filesharing program. the song i recommend most is "Good Morning, Captain."
IM only gonna post one of them, but I like Mrs. Robinson, Little Wing, and Ball and Chain. JImi Hendrix-Little Wing Well, she's walking through the clouds, With a circus mind that's running wild, Butterflies and Zebras, And Moonbeams and fairy tales. That's all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind. When I'm sad, she comes to me, With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. It's alright, she says it's alright, Take anything you want from me, Anything. Fly on little wing.
Alice's Restaurant By Arlo Guthrie This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and therestaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice'sRestaurant.You can get anything you want at Alice's RestaurantYou can get anything you want at Alice's RestaurantWalk right in it's around the backJust a half a mile from the railroad trackYou can get anything you want at Alice's RestaurantNow it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago onThanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at therestaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in thechurch nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray andFasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot ofroom downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn'thave to take out their garbage for a long time.We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd bea friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. Sowe took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VWmicrobus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headedon toward the city dump.Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across thedump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dumpclosed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove offinto the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of theside road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of thecliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pileis better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up wedecided to throw our's down.That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgivingdinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until thenext morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton ofgarbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." AndI said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelopeunder that garbage."After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone wefinally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go downand pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at thepolice officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with theshovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward thepolice officer's station.Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done atthe police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal forbeing so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, andwe didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us outand told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's stationthere was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we wasboth immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think Ican pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.Get in the back of the patrol car."And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to thequote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town ofStockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stopsigns, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to theScene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted toget in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds ofcop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, andthey took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circlesand arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what eachone was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not tomention the aerial photography.After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to putus in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want yourwallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting mywallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do youwant my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." Isaid, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out thetoilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he tookout the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll thetoilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obiewas making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a fewnasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went backto the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-tencolour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the backof each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossypictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and hesat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at thetwenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrowsand a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circlesand arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of Americanblind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and thejudge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossypictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of eachone explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Andwe was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats notwhat I came to tell you about.Came to talk about the draft.They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination oneday, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, soI looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted tolook like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wantedto feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and allkinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gaveme a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, Iwanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore andguts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," andhe started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and downyelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."Didn't feel too good about it.
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre, with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!" And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said. "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing- you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting- officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words: ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?") I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington." And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement. And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does. Here it comes. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired. So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling. We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing. All right now. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Excepting Alice You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Da da da da da da da dum At Alice's Restaurant
Figures of lamenting dreams The slumber lost to age And what was thought to be Was sought to free the truth Hidden beneath the saviors Of the musicality of youth Oh, what nights have murdered The nightmares we dream of In her Underworld Spiders play her tune Her humble reign heals Nostalgic remnants In her Underworld She's so fast, so cruel In her Underworld She's just broken glass What constant fervor have Solved such winded ways? Is change change at all If change is all she’s had? Living between hurried gasps of Idle smoke-screen machines Oh, how we surrender To nightmares we dream of In her Underworld Spiders play her tune Her humble reign heals Nostalgic remnants In her Underworld She's so fast, so cruel In her Underworld She's just broken glass -- Climbed your two-tone smile Leapt across a lover’s lie of Words escaping pad-locked kisses The fiction you swore upon Is it true you’re stifled? Is it true you’ve saved All the trite of your hidden ways? -- Sucking up the sky In wisps of sacrament Leaning together to Trap the lightning kiss Children mustn’t devour What’s left of suffrages So sweet, so mild So barren in their years As much as she thinks Nitrate dreams dissolve These blue skies turned Her black with envy And what’s left is all She had in the beginning Whites spiders rolling from The tongues of her guilt Effigies burning bright In the gut of her grace Children mustn’t devour Such creed of calamity So feared, so loved So arid in these times As much as she thinks Nitrate dreams dissolve She’s bottled the shears Of warnings she’s ignored And what’s left is all She had in the beginning -- Healed for nothing better Than the heart stain you fled Spat the shit of make-believe The fairy tale ending you fought Is it true you’re stifled? Is it true you’re staid From the boredom of wonderment? -- If I were dead Would you be listless? Would that jagged heart You claim to release Be beating all the same Or would you unbridle What you’ve tucked away? Men in lemon lab coats Trapping thunder Leaning together And short of breath Screaming at the weather It never quits raining You counted each flake That fell inside your fleeting Abyss of all you’ll need Where were your heroes You claimed to worship? Where were your spiders You claimed to eat? Men in lemon lab coats Trapping thunder Leaning together And short of breath Screaming at the weather It never quits raining She counted each flake That fell inside her She counted each flake That fell inside her She counted each flake That fell inside her She counted each flake That fell inside her -- Boiled festers of youth Buried in the trenches dug To be devoured by fate The hunger of the unscathed Is it true you’re stifled Is it true you’ve saved Every bit of sentimentality? -- Despite the ever-lasting The last desires of her heart And for all her synthetic flesh What’s too true is too far away Who wouldn’t save this child From all she has borne? Who wouldn’t find this child A thousand stars to call her own? What is lost is found What she lost is home
This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end
Not my favorite but some good ones. The begining to the Monkees Theme Song: Hey hey we're the Monkees! And people say we monkey around, but we're to busy singing, to put anybody down!
[size=+2]BREED[/size]I don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care, care if i'm old I don't mind, i don't mind, i don't mind, i don't mind, mind if i don't have a mind Get away, get away, get away, get away, away, way from your home I'm afraid, i'm afraid, i'm afraid, i'm afraid, afraid of a ghost Even if you have Even if you need I don't need to stare We don't have to breed We can't plant a house We could build a tree And don't even care We could have all three She said (x8) I don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care, care if it's old I don't mind, i don't mind, i don't mind, i don't mind, mind if i don't have a mind Get away, get away, get away, get away, away, way from your home I'm afraid, i'm afraid, i'm afraid, i'm afraid, afraid of a ghost Even if you have Even if you need I don't need to stare We don't have to breed We could plant a house We could build a tree I don't even care We could have all three She said (x8)
you totally stole mine :& i also love Take Me Home Country Roads, by john denver Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains Shenandoah River - Life is old there Older than the trees Younger than the mountains Growin like a breeze Country Roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads All my memories gathered round her Miners lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine Teardrops in my eye Country Roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads I hear her voice In the mornin hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin down the road I get a feelin That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country Roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Country Roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Take me home, now country roads Take me home, now country roads This song is the exact utopia of my mind that i go to when im stressin. maybe not west virginia...but u know :& it kinda reminds me of The Waltons too....hehehe
The Pixies - Where Is My Mind? Stop With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming I was swimming in the Caribbean Animals were hiding behind the rock Except for little fish When they told me east is west trying to talk to me, coy koi Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Station, by the Meat Puppets... Every thought's a game A pack of chimps I cannot tame You're wondering who to blame Now your ride has come up lame Fortress full of hate Fears and hopes all pound the gate Too early, it's too late What is evil, which is great? Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs To tend to the mice and wood Where black is blue and bad is good Thoughts that I keep my money in Melt some wax and chunks of tin Forget your name, how to walk and ignore The light shining in from under the door Thoughts like a thread through a foam device Liquid bread and rubber ice Make a promise, grow teeth, go to bed Wake up when you're dead
Soul One By: Blind Melon I really like these lyrics at the present time. There are so many others too but this one pretty much clicks with me for now. How come, girl was there when I needed one How come, girl was there when the song is done Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light Okay, open my arms they were right She was my soul one She felt she was the only one She was the sun, the sky blue eyes She was my soul one Inside, pain in my heart often made her cry Outside, I cursed the birds and the sugar sky How long take to realize she's the one How long until I find my lost and lonely soul one She was my soul one She felt like the only one She was the sun, the sky blue eyes She was my soul one Should of never taken the time 'Cause I found myself living a lonely lie You said, you left to find yourself But I never, no I never got the chance to say good-bye She was my soul one I though she was
Cat Stevens, Two Fine People I love this song, but particularly this line. It certainly rings true with me when I think about a girl that I was once in love with. “…And I really only want you to want me.” If you want, I’m sure you can find the rest of the lyrics to put it in better context. One of my favorite songs, no doubt about it!
i took my next lyrics off because this stupid FUCKING website can't get the spaces in there, properly!!!
