Alright, here's a little ditty for you, another Geggy Tah tune called Don't Close The Door: When she left, she packed light No luggage allowed on that redeye flight I wonder what she had for her free drink I hope she got a pillow Don't close the door I hope that someone meets her at the gate I hope that they're there on time And they can skip baggage check Beautiful Don't close the door. She went up she couldn't go west The ocean held (her) in like a breast By a brassiere of broken land I can still see her Don't close the door Now I've no need for a peephole For I can see clearly now No sacred cow I miss you I can't close the door You went through I can't close the door To my heart I can't close the door To my love
---sarah mclachlan Don't make no difference, escape one last time. It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, Oh, this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees. ---gladys night I'd rather live in his world Than live without him in mine. Go, gonna board, gonna board, Gonna board the midnight train. Gotta go, gonna board Gonna board Gonna board the midnight train ---Edwin McCain Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival, you're my living proof My love is alive not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above ---red hot chili peppers sometimes i feel like i dont have a partner sometimes i feel like my only friend is the city i live in, the city of angels lonely as i am together we cry
I don't care what time it is, just as long as there's still time to get down Bright sun comin' up, Orange sun goin' down, dark with no moon or fire in the sky All alone or with my friends sittin' at home or 'round the campfire I think I found myself a stone, a feeling deep inside that keeps me high And when I find myself alone, the highness deep inside my gets me by Every day I find myself a little bit more time to get down Sometimes it's hard to find the time, standin' in line or tangled in the workin' vine But I know it's good for my soul, I'd rather get down than get old I think I found myself a stone, a feeling deep inside that keeps me high And when I find myself alone, the highness deep inside me gets me by
I've been down a lonely street tonight And I don't know what's wrong with me The clouds cover up the Dublin sky I don't know what's left of me I don't know what's right with me And I've tried to keep my distance And I've sung Amazing Grace I've tarnished all our memories But there'll always be a trace of you Of you I remember laughing on that river's edge Trying to get you to jump with me Trying to get you to fall for me And your trembling heart it beat so fast Holdings hands you promised me Holding hands we counted to three And I felt your slipping fingers And I saw you change your mind If I hadn't dragged you in with me You would have let me dive without you They sent you all the way from Hollywood And maybe that Dublin sky was changing you It put diamonds in your eyes I always thought we were going to make it through But I wanted to hear it first from you How many days am I going to regret you? How many nights till I forget you? Have I been wasting all those years? Held down by these tears? How many dreams have I left deserted? How many hopes have been diverted? Have I been buried in the dirt? Held down by this hurt? How many loads did I let you hijack? How many ways can I stand here in playback? How did I end up lying here Crying underneath the Dublin sky? How many days am I going to regret you? How many nights till I forget you? Have I been wasting all these years? Drowning in my tears?
He drowns in his dreams An exquisite extreme I know Hes as dumb as he seems And more heaven than a heart could hold And if I try to save him My whole world could cave in It just aint right It just aint right Oh when I dont know I dont know what hes after But hes so beautiful Such a beautiful disaster And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful? Or just a beautiful disaster His magical myth As strong as with I believe A tragedy with More damage than a soul should see And do I try to change him So hard not to blame him Hold on tight Hold on tight Oh cuz I dont know I dont know what hes after But hes so beautiful Such a beautiful disaster And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful? Or just a beautiful disaster Im longing for love and the logical But hes only happy hysterical Im waiting for some kind of miracle Waited so long So long Hes soft to the touch But afraid at the end he breaks Hes never enough And still leaves more than I can take Oh cuz I dont know I dont know what hes after But hes so beautiful Such a beautiful disaster And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful? Or just a beautiful disaster Hes beautiful Such a beautiful disaster
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so ------- crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still ------- peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me ------------------------------------------------- Well I just took a left on 57 South. With a stogie in my hand and a lighter in my mouth. There's a transient in the backseat and my dog is riding 'gun. We're making easy money and we're always on the run. When you're pimping ho's in style, there's just one place to be. It's nestled in the corner of southwestern Tennessee. My dog who knew the King he told me just the other day. The only one from Memphis is the Presley's Adelay. Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style. The only one from Memphis is at Graceland. Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style. It's good to have you in the band. Adelay is in bthe backseat and the money's in the tank. The cops are right behind us on a beeline from the ank. With the pedal to the floor we pass the border and we're free. And fading in the rearview is Memphis, Tennessee. Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style. The only one from Memphis is at Graceland. Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style. It's good to have you in the band.
Brian Eno - "Some of Them Are Old" People come and go and forget to close the door And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor And when they do, remember me, remember me. Some of them are old, some of them are new Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to And when they do, remember me, remember me. Lucy you're my girl, Lucy you're a star Lucy please be still and hide your madness in a jar But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you. Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile To earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked miles And as you do, remember me, remember me. Bob Dylan - "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Arthur Brown's "Spontaneous Apple Creation." Nice.
ive got a cheerleader here who wants to do my paper let her do all the work, an maybe later ill rape her oh god i am the american dream with a spindel up my butt till it makes me scream and im a handsome son of a bitch am i a girl or a guy, i dont know which
I like big butts and I cannot lie, You other brothers can't deny, When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get SPRUNG!
Haunted A swollen sun melting at the horizon Between the sheets I wait for her to come A living flame, impossible to resist Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick I'm haunted I'm haunted I'm haunted (by her) Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon I hate the morning I hate the morning From the panes a green mist swirls Is it a shadow of reflection? This apparition in moon beams bathed A voice like wind through trees beckons Cool rain on hot summer stone The odor fills my presence Of freshly dug grave and death and night These things are her essence Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover Your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste My goddess of the violet twilight You are lust incarnate In the sweat of my bed The eastern sky hints of dawning Alone and awake but exhausted I lie Oh how I hate the morning I hate the morning (light) I hate the morning (light) ------------------------------------------ Wolf Moon (including Zoanthropic Paranoia) The 28th day She'll be bleeding again And in lupine ways We'll alleviate the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted essence Woman may I know you're there Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away Yourself in my mouth Will you leave me with your taste? Beware The woods at night Beware The Lunar light So in this gray haze We'll be meating again And on that great day I will tease you all the same ------------------------------------ Sol in prime sweet summertime Cast shadows of doubt on my face A midday sun, its caustic hues Refracting within the still lake Autumn in her flaming dress Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves My mistress of the frigid night I worship pray to on my knees Winter's breath of filthy snow Befrosted paths to the unknown Have my lips turned true purple Life is coming to an end So says me, me wiccan friend Nature coming full circle ----------------------------------- Dark Side Of The Womb We Hate Everyone Right wing commies Leftist Nazis Point their fingers Rumours linger We don't care what you think Branded sexist Labelled racist Want it clearer? Check the mirror We don't care what you think Lies and slander in vain try to shame us Riots, protests, violence just makes us famous TV interviews, free publicity Increase record sales dramatically The left they say I'm a facist The right calling me communist Hate, hate, hate hatred for all one and all No matter what you believe Don't believe in you - and that's true Some would say that we're biased Accusations that we are racist Well, shit comes in all hues Now this means you Cause things ain't always like they seem We hate everyone We don't care what you think --------------------------------------- Der Untermensch a. Socioparasite Hey you on public assistance Why don't you get a job? Sell some dope and buy some pride It's the only thing you couldn't rob Socioparasite Socioparasite How does it feel to live for free? Get off society's back Skells like you allowed to live You wonder why we're taxed şŃşÓ Socioparasite Socioparasite b. Waste of Life Waste of life You're a waste of life Getting fucked up on Classon Avenue Smoking crack and drinking booze Spike in your arm No money for food But there's plenty of gas in your BMW There's a dopewhore waiting at home Dealing your shit on the chemophone Poor Tawana gets born with a birth defect But it only increases your welfare check Been doing some thinking and I have an answer To arrest the spreading cancer Send you back to where you came from Get the fuck rid of you (sub)human scum If you don't pay taxes you shouldn't vote So get in line and get back on the boat I'd love to tear down all those projects Kiss my ass home relief reject Waste of life You're a waste of life Waste of life You're a waste of life ----------------------------- shit i already added that one i think. ah well fuck it
This song cracks me up every time I hear it. Ani DiFranco - Puddle Dive i'm still here because i've got nothing else to do you're an asshole but i'm getting used to you i like the fact that you talk incessantly i got a thing for assholes who tell good stories i think that drinking is the only thing that you do right you're gonna self-destruct i think that's what i like you like me so you try and make me feel like shit i think it's kind of funny yeah i kind of enjoy it if you're gonna do it, overdo it that's how you know you're alive go ahead, take yourself a coma nap take a puddle dive you said, this is my bedroom window you said, this is my view you said, lie down here with me and see the things that i do like you were trying to tell me something about the way you live like you would give me something if you had something to give and for all your talk you don't say much that's real i think i know more than you about the way that you feel i understand your anger and your apathy i think if i was you, you're who i'd be i'm still here 'cause i got nothing else to do you're an asshole but i'm getting used to you i could love you, yeah i've entertained the thought but i could never like you so i guess i'd better not
i like: And all that is now And all that is gone And all that's to come And everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. and: Been Dazed and Confused for so long it's not true. and: It was late in evening, and all the music's seeping through. and: survival by loss of direction, and meaningful conversation too many to choose from