joanneeeeee Posted April 4, 2008 Author Share Posted April 4, 2008 all my nerves are naked wires tender to the touch sometimes super-sensitive but who can care too much? - I get this feeling scars of pleasure scars of pain atmospheric changes make them sensitive again each emotional injury leaves behind its mark sometimes they come tumbling out like shadows in the dark - I get this feeling Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joanneeeeee Posted April 4, 2008 Author Share Posted April 4, 2008 Want To Change Things Want To Clear The Air Fix The Things Around Us So Badly In Need Of Repair But I Might Not Have The Sense Sense Enough To Change I Slipped Along The Way Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joanneeeeee Posted April 4, 2008 Author Share Posted April 4, 2008 Trick Of The Light Or Just A Loss Of Perspective Flaw In The Grand Plan Just The Way It Is Looks Good From A Distance But The Closer I Come It... Becomes More Daunting But These Moments Will Pass Still Halfway Up The Hill My Fingers May Bleed But I've Got To Get There Still Standing On The Hill My Spirit's Released But I've Got To Get There Lost In An Abstract Thought Dazed And Distracted Winded Yet Still I'm Caught With A Fragment Of Doubt Slowed By Reflection But These Moments Will Pass Still Halfway Up The Hill My Fingers May Bleed But I've Got To Get There Still Standing On The Hill My Spirit's Released But I've Got To Get There It's Just Confusion An Illusion Easily Overdone Here Comes Resolution Absolution It's Not An Illusion Not A Fiction Easily Overcome Here Comes Revolution Absolution Trick Of The Light Or Just Too Much Perspective Looks Good From A Distance But The Closer I Come It Becomes More Daunting But These Moments Will Pass Still Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted April 5, 2008 Share Posted April 5, 2008 If we burn our wings Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won - Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride - Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory All the sacrifice in vain If love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted April 10, 2008 Share Posted April 10, 2008 Driving away to the east, and into the past History receeds in my rear-view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at the heart of a factory town All my life I've been workin' them angels overtime Riding and driving and living So close to the edge Workin' them angels - Overtime Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly Taking the high road to the wounded city Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture All this time I've been workin' them angels overtime Riding and driving and flying Just over the edge Workin' them angels - Overtime Driving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the future Turn up the music and smile Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter Memories beating at the heart of an African village Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest PRAETORIAN Posted April 10, 2008 Share Posted April 10, 2008 if I could wave my magic wand... I am made from the dust of the stars and the oceans flow in my veins here I hide in the heart of the city like a stranger coming out of the rain the evening plane rises up from the runway over constellations of light I look down into a million houses and wonder what you're doing tonight if I could wave my magic wand I'd make everything all right I'm not one to believe in magic But I sometimes have a second-sight I'm not one with a sense of proportion When my heart still changes overnight I had a dream of a winter garden a midnight rendezvous silver, blue, and frozen silence what a fool I was for you I had a dream of the open water I was swimming away out to sea so deep I could never touch bottom what a fool I used to be if I could wave my magic wand I'd set everybody free I'm not one to believe in magic Though my memory has a second-sight I'm not one to go pointing my finger When I radiate more heat than light don't ask me I'm just improvising my illusion of careless flight can't you see my temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light don't ask me I'm just sympathizing my illusions a harmless flight can't you see my temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheRocinanteKid Posted April 10, 2008 Share Posted April 10, 2008 Half heard cries in the night Bolt the door, put out the light The clock just stopped, time goes slow Listen to my voice on the telephone Fine prayers, sweet dreams Don't forget to breathe, my friend You're not the only one To look me in the eyes again Half heard screams in the night The man's down deep 'cos he died of fright There's a dog bite - Flash light Throw him in the room with the clues and the dynamite Fine prayers sweet dreams Don't forget to breathe, my friend You're not the only one To look me in the eyes again You saw! You saw! A figure in the fog with razor claws You saw! You saw! A devil in the dark, we've met before Fine prayers, sweet dreams Don't forget to breathe, my friend You're not the only one To look me in the eyes again Half seen shadows in the night Burning hands and tortured sight All the children of the storm are waiting Half seen shadows in the night Blood red rooms and fire light All the children of the storm are waiting And as you stand glued to the line Your heart just stopped And now you're mine! Don't run away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huck Posted April 11, 2008 Share Posted April 11, 2008 Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye Because last night it felt like the best night of my life Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides And I don't understand why my brain wants to die I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers It's the little things we do when you go out in the night And it's pay day today just for having a good time As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive Why do I feel like death just for having a good time So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach" And I break on down and cry why do good times turn to bummers It's the little things we do when you go out in the night And it's pay day today just for having a good time As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive Why do I feel like death just for having a good time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 Everybody's talking up a storm Act like they don't notice it But here it is and here it comes . . . Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon. Impulse always quickens when it's full As it turns my head around me Yes it does and here it comes Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon. God's gift I see that's moving up there into the night . . . Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light: Looks like a little brother to the sun Or mother to the stars at night And here it is and here it comes Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon. Breath is always taken when it's new Enhance upon the clouds around it Yes it is and here it comes Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheRocinanteKid Posted April 16, 2008 Share Posted April 16, 2008 You say the hills too steep to climb Climbing. You say youd like to see me try Climbing. You pick the place and Ill choose the time And Ill climb The hill in my own way. Just wait a while for the right day. And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds I look down, hearing the sound of the things youve said today. Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd Smiling. Merciless the magistrate turns round Frowning. And whos the fool who wears the crown? No doubt, In your own way And every day is the right day And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted April 16, 2008 Share Posted April 16, 2008 Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, oh. Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been. Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ohh. When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down... Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there Let me take you there. let me take you there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choose/the/light Posted April 16, 2008 Share Posted April 16, 2008 dang it i have the HOPE lyrics stuck in my head! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted April 19, 2008 Share Posted April 19, 2008 I ate it and at once my eyes could see you No sooner had I ooped it down I felt so far off from the ground I stood on. My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings My head was high up in the sky My skin the sun began to fry like bacon. And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far... And hadn't they just seen me up on Haleakala... I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn't heard There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III And I'm still smiling. Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools... Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules... You'd better get your clothes on or else there'll be a row... If it wasn't for my sunstroke I would take you on right now... And I'm still smiling. I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana She entered right in through my heart And now although we're miles apart I still feel her. She lives beneath the crater in the meadow She moves among the fruit and grain You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted April 20, 2008 Share Posted April 20, 2008 Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh She's old enough to know better. The king of Marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlour Playing piano for the children of the king. Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh She's old enough to know better So cry baby cry. The king was in the garden Picking flowers for a friend who came to play The queen was in the playroom Painting pictures for the childrens holiday. Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh She's old enough to know better So cry baby cry. The duchess of Kircaldy always smiling And arriving late for tea The duke was having problems With a message at the local bird and bee. Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh She's old enough to know better So cry baby cry. At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table For a seance in the dark With voices out of nowhere Put on specially by the children for a lark. Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh She's old enough to know better So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby Make your mother sigh. She's old enough to know better Cry baby cry cry cry cry Make your mother sigh She's old enough to know better So cry baby cry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted April 20, 2008 Share Posted April 20, 2008 To honor 4/20 Day Our first stop is in Bogota To check Colombian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden Acapulco nights Then Morocco, and the East, Fly by morning light We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon We burn the midnight oil The fragrance of Afghanistan Rewards a long day's toil Pulling into Katmandu Smoke rings fill the air Perfumed by a Nepal night The Express gets you there We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Yes,We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaye Posted April 22, 2008 Share Posted April 22, 2008 Heaven's Open Sun comes in Heaven's Open Let that blue sky in Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Lerxster Posted April 30, 2008 Share Posted April 30, 2008 Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Aaaaahhhhh... Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high Newpaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with your head in the clouds And you're gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Aaaaahhhhh... Picture yourself on a train in a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Aaaaahhhhh... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted May 4, 2008 Share Posted May 4, 2008 I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been In his octopus's garden in the shade I'd ask my friends to come and see An octopus's garden with me I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden in the shade We would be warm below the storm In our little hideaway beneath the waves Resting our head on the sea bed In an octopus's garden near a cave We would sing and dance around Because we know we can't be found I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden in the shade We would shout and swim about The coral that lies beneath the waves (Lies beneath the ocean waves) Oh what joy for every girl and boy Knowing they're happy and they're safe (Happy and they're safe) We would be so happy you and me No one there to tell us what to do I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden with you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theworkingman Posted May 5, 2008 Share Posted May 5, 2008 I'd gladly lose me to find you I'd gladly give up all I had To find you I'd suffer anything and be glad I'd pay any price just to get you I'd work all my life and I will To win you I'd stand naked, stoned and stabbed I'd call that a bargain The best I ever had The best I ever had I'd gladly lose me to find you I'd gladly give up all I got To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop I'd pay any price just to win you Surrender my good life for bad To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man I'd call that a bargain The best I ever had The best I ever had I sit looking 'round I look at my face in the the mirror I know I'm worth nothing without you In life one and one don't make two One and one make one And I'm looking for that free ride to me I'm looking for you I'd gladly lose me to find you I'd gladly give up all I got To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop I'd pay any price just to win you Surrender my good life for bad To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man I'd call that a bargain The best I ever had The best I ever had Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Did Lee Squat? Posted May 5, 2008 Share Posted May 5, 2008 Awesome guitar: *dooooooo-dadooo.........dadada-dadadda-dodadooo* "It was an April morning when they told us we should go As I turn to you, you smiled at me How could we say no? With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know Below the streets that steam and hiss, The devil's in his hole Oh to sail away, to sandy lands and other days Oh to touch the dream, hides inside and never seen. Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown The shackles of commitment fell, in pieces on the ground Oh to ride the wind, to tread the air above the din Oh to laugh aloud, dancing as we fought the crowd To seek the man whose pointing hand, the giant step unfolds With guidance from the curving path, that churns up into stone If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king So fast the heart should beat, as proud the head with heavy feet. Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow As far away and distant, our mutual child did grow Oh the sweet refrain, soothes the soul and calms the pain Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again Wandering & wandering, what place to rest the search The mighty arms of Atlas, hold the heavens from the earth The mighty arms of Atlas, hold the heavens from the earth From the earth... I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, hold the heavens from the earth." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maddy Posted May 5, 2008 Share Posted May 5, 2008 (edited) "Whoa-oh-oh, woke up today, feeling the way I always do Whoa-oh-oh, hungery for something that I can't eat, when I hear that beat They rhythm of town starts calling me down, It's like a message from high above Whoa-oh-oh, pulling me out to the styles and the streets that I love, Good morning, Baltimore! Every day's like an open door Every night is a fantasy It sounds like a symphony Good morning Baltimore! And someday soon when I take to the floor The world is going to wake up and see Baltimore and me Whoa-oh-oh, look at my hair, no 'do can compare with mine today! Whoa-oh-oh, I've got my hairspray and radio, I'm ready to go The rats on the street all dance 'round my feet, they seem to say "Tracy, it's up to you..." So-oh-oh, don't hold me back 'cause today all my dreams will come true! Good morning Baltimore! There's the flasher who lives next door There's the drunk on his barroom stool They wish me luck on my way to school Good morning Baltimore! Someday soon when I take to the floor The world is going to wake up and see Baltimore and me I know every step, I know every song I know there's a place where I belong I see all those party lights shining ahead So someone invite me before I drop dead! Whoa-oh-oh, just give me a chance 'Cause when I start to dance I'm a movie star Whoa-oh-oh, something inside of me makes me move When I hear that groove My mom tells me no But my feet tell me "GO!" It's like a drummer inside my heart Whoa-oh-oh, don't make me wait one more moment for my life to start! Good morning, Baltimore! Every day's like an open door Every night is a fantasy It sounds like a symphony Good morning Baltimore! And someday soon when I take to the floor The world is going to wake up and see Baltimore and me..." ETA - it's "Good Morning Baltimore" from Hairspray Love that movie. Edited May 5, 2008 by Maddy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted May 7, 2008 Share Posted May 7, 2008 She was a white skinned black beauty, the daughter of an Indian Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illinois. I call her mother. He was the son of a hellfire holiness preacher woman. They say nobody was wilder, but maybe his brother. I call him father. She was young, calling love. He was young, stealing love. We all got together for the first time last September. I said "Somebody take a photograph. I've got a camera." Now I got me a favorite picture. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Did Lee Squat? Posted May 7, 2008 Share Posted May 7, 2008 "One, two, free four! The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime you shuffle in the gloom of the sick room and talk to yourself as you die Life is a short warm moment and death is a long cold rest you get your change to try in the twinkling of an eye eighty years with luck or even less So all aboard for the American tour and maybe you'll make it to the top but mind how you go, and I can tell you ' cause I know you may find it hard to get off But you are the angel of death and I am the dead man's son he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole and everyone's still on the run And who is the master of foxhounds and who says the hunt is begun and who calls the tune in the court-room and who beats the funeral drum" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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