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#31
09-04-2008, 01:15 PM
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SEVEN DAYS
Level 42 she was so young and so afraid of a world she could not understand for seven days I held her close like a child in the palm of my hand there were seven tears to wipe away seven fears to keep at bay seven words for me to say in seven days the strands of wisdom twist and curl soft flame in the warmth of my heart oh essential words that lightly fall like snow thru the mist of her thought the gentle rain of innocence that flows from her ebony eyes another secret moment shared to be part of the rest of our lives there were seven dreams to live for real seven streams of hope revealed seven ways of love to feel in seven days we are the only ones who know her smile was poetry her soul she showed it to me the dawning of the seventh day saw her shine like the radiant skies I knew that she would leave me then bright hope in her ebony eyes (and now) I watch her dance before the world soft flame in the movements she makes and all those secret moments shared stay warm in my thoughts everyday remembering seven tears wiped away seven fears kept at bay seven words you heard me say seven dreams to live and play seven streams of hope revealed seven waves of love we feel seven days memory of seven days 
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#32
09-04-2008, 01:23 PM
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Lasso The Moon
Level 42 She carries the water from the well in the morning while the sand burns her feet the sun only stares and the loneliness lingers with slow grasping fingers as the afternoon withers the flowers in her hair Then night fills the sky as she sits on the hillside and memories drift by like clouds past the stars recalling romances and all the bright chances but none of them lasted. they passed through her heart And she says - where is a man who can build a good fire with a passion as wide as the sky at high noon a man whose hand is strong as his longing where is the man who can lasso the moon She falls asleep and her dreams are her blanket and she shares with the moon the secret she knows as the dawn leaves its tears to wash the dry valley the tears of a woman can wash a man's soul And she says - where is a man who can build a good fire with a passion as wide as the sky at high noon a man whose hand is strong as his longing where is the man who can lasso the moon And she says - where is a man who can build a good fire with a passion as wide as the sky at high noon a man whose hand is strong as his longing where is the man who can lasso the moon and I say - I am a man who can build a good fire and my passion's as wide as the sky at high noon come take my hand, it's as strong as your longing just say the word and I'll lasso the moon
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#33
09-04-2008, 01:29 PM
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SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO SAY YOUR NAME
Del Amitri With the sweet drip of every raindrop Time brings you closer to me And with each new sign at every train-stop Another hour without you is consigned to history And with each tick of my alarm clock I get crazy for the days to get to you When I can hold you and kiss you and have you Instead of staring at some photo like a fool But as day turns to night there's this hopelessness to fight When I think that I might not make it through But honey sometimes I just have to say your name To hear it hanging in the air, to know it sounds the same And sometimes when I'm blue, I know just what to do To keep the blues at bay you know I only have to say your name So this morning I picked up the paper In the useless descent of the rain While partners in heartbreak the whole world over Lie and cheat just the same And the headlines proclaim everything has changed Love can't save you now As each little motion of my writswatch Holds up my faith somehow But as day turns to night there's this hopelessness to fight When I think that I might not make it through But honey sometimes I just have to say your name To hear it hanging in the air, to know it sounds the same And sometimes when I'm blue, I know just what to do To keep the blues at bay you know I only have to say your name When I've used up all my patience When your letters have been read twenty times through I can drink all the wine in this place of mine But it ain't no replacement It ain't no replacement for you
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#34
09-21-2008, 06:05 PM
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Right Place to Fade (Lindsey Buckingham)
I'm a little lost, let me find my way I'm a little dead, let me live Been living in the past, let me rise today Led a selfish life, let me give How long, how long, how long How long we wait Wait for the light that might light our way Wait for the Right Place to Fade You were living under the reign of kings You were living under the gun I know it made you do a lot of things You wish that you'd never done How long, how long, how long We hesitate Wait for the light that might light our way Wait for the Right Place to Fade Rah-ta-ta-ta-ta Rah-ta-ta-ta-ta Rah-ta-ta-ta-tah Rah-ta-ta-ta-ta Rah-ta-ta-ta-ta Rah-ta-ta-ta-tah Come along, lay down and talk to me Tell me all your fear will allow It doesn't matter who we thought we were We ain't got time for it now How long, how long, how long How long we wait Wait for the light that might light our way Wait for the Right Place to Fade I swear, I swear, I swear It's not too late Wait for the light that might light our way Wait for the Right Place to Fade Wait for the light that might light our way Wait for the Right Place to Fade Wait for the right place to fade Wait for the right place to fade Yeah, I really, really love this song. Have loved it for a long time, but never bothered with the lyrics before because I honestly couldn't hear them well. Go Lindsey. This? One of his best ever. 
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09-21-2008, 06:58 PM
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 For me, one of the masters of great lyrics is Nick Cave. One of my most favorite Cave songs is "Oh My Lord" from the And No More Shall We Part album, and I am fervently hoping they'll do it when I go see them in Toronto on the 1st. Watch this video to see why. When Mr. Ellis gets going with that violin, nothing can touch him. Stunning. Oh My Lord I thought I'd take a walk today It's a mistake I sometimes make My kids lay asleep in bed My wife lay wide-awake Kissed her softly on the brow Tried not to make a sound But with stony eyes she looked at me And gently squeezed my hand Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision Call it intuition, or something learned from mother But when she looked up at me, I could clearly see The Sword of Damocles hanging directly above her Oh Lord Oh my Lord Oh Lord How have I offended thee? Wrap your tender arms around me Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh My Lord They called at me through the fence They were not making any sense They claimed that I'd lost the plot Kept saying that I was not The man I used to be They held their babes aloft Threw marsh mellows at the Security And said that I'd grown soft Call it intuition, call it a creeping suspicion, But their words of derision meant they hardly knew me For even I could see, the way they stared at me The Spear of Destiny are sticking right through me Oh Lord Oh my lord Oh Lord How have I offended thee? Wrap your tender arms round me Oh Lord Oh lord Oh My Lord Now I'm at the hairdresser's People watch me as they move past A guy wearing plastic antlers Presses his bum against the glass Now I'm down on my hands and knees And it's so ****ing hot! Someone cries, "What are you looking for?" I scream, "The plot, the plot!" I grab my telephone, I call my wife at home She screams, "Leave us alone!" I say "Hey, it's only me" The hairdresser with his scissors, he holds up the mirror I look back and shiver; I can't even believe what I can see Be mindful of the prayers you send Pray hard but to pray with care For the tears you are crying now Are just your answered prayers The ladders of life we scale merrily Move mysteriously around So that when you think you're climbing up, man In fact you're climbing down Into the hollows of glamour, o where the spike and hammer With telescopic camera, they chose to turn the screw Oh I hate them, Ma! Oh I hate them, Pa! Oh I hate them all! For what they went and done to you Oh Lord Oh my Lord Oh Lord How have I offended thee? Wrap your tender arms round me Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh My Lord
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#36
09-23-2008, 11:26 AM
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Sweet Tides
Thievery Corporation (Written by R. Garza, E. Hilton and O. Ghelichkhani) It took so long for me to realize / How strong your heart is / And all this time… / My mind was working in strange ways / Looking back on the days, just wanna be free / Through the love in your eyes / Now I’m staring inside, just wanna be free / Through the love in your eyes / Sweet tides, pools of love, your eyes are full of… / Sweet tides, pools of love, your eyes are full of… / Sharp turn, my mind is a blur / Slow passage through the air / Looking back on the days / All over your mind, just wanna be free / Sweet tides, pools of love, your eyes are full of… / Sweet tides, pools of love, your eyes are full of… / It took so long for me to realize / How strong your heart is / And all this time… / My mind was working in strange ways / Sharp turn, my mind is a blur / Slow passage through the air / Looking back on the days / All over your mind, just wanna be free / Sweet tides, pools of love, your eyes are full of…Sweet tides, pools of love, your eyes are full of…
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#37
09-23-2008, 08:10 PM
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An emotional and epic song
"The Poet and the Pendulum" - Nightwish
Part I: "White Lands of Empathica" The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence Part II: "Home" The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become Take me home Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God Save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world My home was there and then Those meadows of heaven Adventure-filled days One with every smiling face Please, no more words Thoughts from a severed head No more praise Tell me once my heart goes right Take me home Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God Save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Part III: "The Pacific" Sparkle my scenery With turquoise waterfall With beauty underneath The Ever Free Tuck me in beneath the blue Beneath the pain, beneath the rain Goodnight kiss for a child in time Swaying blade my lullaby On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all "I'm afraid. I'm so afraid. Being raped again, and again, and again. I know I will die alone. But loved. You live long enough to hear the sound of guns, long enough to find yourself screaming every night, long enough to see your friends betray you. For years I've been strapped unto this altar. Now I only have 3 minutes and counting. I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for." Part IV: "Dark Passion Play" Second robber to the right of Christ Cut in half - infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell The morning dawned upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave as they came Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God Save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world "Today, in the year of our Lord 2005, Tuomas was called from the cares of the world. He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day. The music he wrote had too long been without silence. He was found naked and dead, With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text." Save me Part V: "Mother & Father" Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you become so cold? The blade will keep on descending All you need is to feel my love Search for beauty, find your shore Try to save them all, bleed no more You have such oceans within In the end I will always love you The beginning.
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#38
09-23-2008, 10:28 PM
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DEATH OF THE PARTY
Robert Pollard She used to be an American airline Through hotels/parallels Of the far out moon Still being watched by the pipe smoke contingent From creameries extremeries And you won't leave soon She drives like an exodus Slow to the steeple And her touch is sad The cold room is clean And it's distant from people But the bugs are bad She is alone never off to the races She is pulled by lumbering dogs Being chased by beasts She drives like an exodus Slow to the steeple And her touch is sad The cold room is clean And it's distant from people But the bugs are bad For the foodstuff of dreams Clay rails melting Like at earthman equator Blobs of light Ripped from spiraled ceilings And now there's no place to climb Not a place Tear it aive I am always inventor And I cry so suddenly And I laugh so loud And the cry is small
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#39
09-27-2008, 12:16 PM
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The Day We Never Met
Brad Roberts I thought of you and made believe Until I made you real You played with me You stayed with me And knew just what I'd feel The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine I drink to you and toast your name A name that I don't know I think of you and see a face A face that never shows The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine The lights are out, the moon is up I'm calling out my plea But all I hear is my own voice Echo back to me The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine
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09-28-2008, 12:38 AM
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10-02-2008, 05:49 PM
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"The Pass" - Rush (From the album "Presto")
"Proud swagger out of the schoolyard Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency Electrical storm in your veins Raging at unreachable glory Straining at invisible chains And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Can't face life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the cars Turn around and turn around and turn around Turn around and walk the razor's edge Don't turn your back And slam the door on me It's not as if this barricade Blocks the only road It's not as if you're all alone In wanting to explode Someone set a bad example Made surrender seem all right The act of a noble warrior Who lost the will to fight And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Done with life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be No hero in your tragedy No daring in your escape No salutes for your surrender Nothing noble in your fate Christ, what have you done?"
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10-15-2008, 10:52 PM
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One of my very favorite love songs EVER...
Joni Mitchell has always been in my top 10 favorite female artists of all time. And is it any wonder why? Beautiful stuff.
You Turn Me On, I'm a Radio (Joni Mitchell) If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you Broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women cause they're hip to your tricks Its been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If theres no good reception for me Then tune me out, cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From breakfast barney To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The loves still flowing If your head says forget it But your hearts still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open
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#43
10-16-2008, 08:13 AM
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I don't think I can ever contribute to this thread, I don't even know where I'd start on the Bob Dylan lyrics. Hmm maybe just one song... Man in the Long Black Coat Bob Dylan Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry, Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze. Not a word of goodbye, note even a note, She gone with the man In the long black coat. Somebody seen him hanging around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town, He looked into her eyes when she stopped to ask If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask. Somebody said from the Bible he'd quote There was dust on the man In the long black coat. Preacher was a talkin' there's a sermon he gave, He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved, You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it's you who must keep it satisfied. It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat, She gave her heart to the man In the long black coat. There are no mistakes in life some people say It is true sometimes you can see it that way. Bridge: But people don't live or die, people just float. She went with the man In the long black coat. There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June, Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force Somebody is out there beating the dead horse. She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote, She gone with the man In the long black coat. Its just one of so many brilliant Dylan songs, that conveys such imagery. Gotta love ole Bob!
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10-16-2008, 10:28 AM
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10-16-2008, 04:32 PM
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"The Kinslayer" - Nightwish
For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry for mankind Even the dead cry - Their only comfort Kill your friend, I don`t care Orchid kids, blinded stare Need to understand No need to forgive No truth no sense left to be followed "Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend" "Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!" "In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way" "Your praying is in vain, It`ll all be over soon" "Father help me, save me a place by your side!" "There is no god, Our creed is but for ourselves" "Not a hero unless you die, Our species eat the wounded ones" "Drunk with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game" "Run away with your impeccable kin!" "- Good wombs hath borne bad sons..." Cursing, God, why? Falling for every lie Survivors` guilt In us forevermore 15 candles Redeemers of this world Dwell in hypocrisy: "How were we supposed to know?" --------------------------------------- 4 pink ones 9 blue ones 2 black ones - In memory of the Redeemers 20.4.1999
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