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"Someday when I'm older And my hair is silver-gray Unbraid with all the love that you have Like a soft, silver chain" |
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"And she stares at the stairs
Ooh, there are many things to stare at these days" There's a few other instances of her using the same words over and over again in a short period or really flaunting the onomonopoetia but this is the first one that comes to mind. |
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- Jake
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“The hair went from perm to growing out perm to really bad growing out perm to almost straight to good straight to long straight to beautiful straight to a lot of work straight back to the perm.” |
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These are baffling but sound good: "And black moons in those eyes of hers made more sense to me" - Jake[/QUOTE] Well it makes sense to me (no pun intended) The lyrics of SOTM are utter greatness. I mean, she really unfolds a little narrative here that you can totally envision being acted out, it's quite filmic really.
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How about this:
..."oh, someday, when we're older, and my hair is silver gray, unbraid with all the love that you have, like a soft silver chain." huh? I'm picturing old people playing with each others' hair. It's crazy, but sweet. ![]()
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Sometimes it's eerie how much we think alike.
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- Jake
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“The hair went from perm to growing out perm to really bad growing out perm to almost straight to good straight to long straight to beautiful straight to a lot of work straight back to the perm.” |
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You wait for love ..and you hate waiting...
You say "I hate this!" She turned around in her room... What could she take and still survive the fire? But then again, there was a window |
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My personal favorite-
"And the summer became the fall... I was not ready for the Winter... It makes no difference at all, 'cause I wear boots all Summer long." ALL of Imperial Hotel "Long nets of white cloud my memory" "He reminded me of blue denim" There are many, many more, but these are the only ones I can think of at the moment.
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Blue-gray eyes, they change with the color/
Change with the sun, they run with the sight and The winter's really here now And the blankets that I love/ Sometimes I am surrounded By too much love It should be noted that I love both of these songs immensely. ![]() and this one: but street angels live on the street/and they always will Last edited by GypsySorcerer; 04-24-2004 at 03:19 PM.. |
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