Lerxster Posted February 27, 2008 Share Posted February 27, 2008 Who's come to slay the dragon- Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words Giant killers at the call Too much fuss and bother Too much contradiction and confusion Peel away the mystery Here's a clue to some real motivation All there really is The two of us And we both know why we've come along Nothing to explain It's a part of us To be found within a song What happened to our innocence- Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete'- No longer a child Different eyes see different things Different hearts beat on different strings But there are times For you and me When all such things agree. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheRocinanteKid Posted February 27, 2008 Share Posted February 27, 2008 You can be the Captain and I will draw the chart Sailing into destiny, closer to the heart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 27, 2008 Share Posted February 27, 2008 One humanoid escapee One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath A lonely desert sun Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode- Crack the code Images conflicting Into data overload 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 S.O.S. 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 In distress 1-0-0-1-0-0 Memory banks unloading Bytes break into bits Unit One's in trouble And it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down A struggle to exist- To resist- A pulse of dying power In a clenching plastic fist... It replays each of the days A hundred years of routines Bows its head and prays To the mother of all machines... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 28, 2008 Share Posted February 28, 2008 Got a good reason for taking the easy way out Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now She was a day tripper, a one way ticket yea It took me so long to find out, and I found out She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there now Tried to please her, she only played one night stands Tried to please her, she only played one night stands now She was a day tripper, a Sunday driver yea Took me so long to find out, and I found out Day tripper Day tripper yea (shudda beenon feeback) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 28, 2008 Share Posted February 28, 2008 Baby's good to me, you know, She's happy as can be, you know, She said so. I'm in love with her and I feel fine. Baby says she's mine, you know, She tells me all the time, you know, She said so. I'm in love with her and I feel fine. I'm so glad that she's my little girl. She's so glad, she's telling all the world That her baby buys her things, you know. He buys her diamond rings, you know, She said so. She's in love with me and I feel fine, mmm. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Show Don't Tell Posted February 28, 2008 Share Posted February 28, 2008 QUOTE (Lerxster @ Feb 27 2008, 06:33 AM) Who's come to slay the dragon- Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words Giant killers at the call Too much fuss and bother Too much contradiction and confusion Peel away the mystery Here's a clue to some real motivation All there really is The two of us And we both know why we've come along Nothing to explain It's a part of us To be found within a song What happened to our innocence- Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete'- No longer a child Different eyes see different things Different hearts beat on different strings But there are times For you and me When all such things agree. Got this one stuck in my head! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the invisible man Posted February 28, 2008 Share Posted February 28, 2008 Im back ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the invisible man Posted February 28, 2008 Share Posted February 28, 2008 Im back in the saddle again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the invisible man Posted February 28, 2008 Share Posted February 28, 2008 Im baaaaaack ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KenJennings Posted February 29, 2008 Share Posted February 29, 2008 Hand in hand we live together Ginger or not, it's all the same. Black or white, brown or red We shouldn't kill each other cause that is lame. Hand in hand we can live together We shouldn't kill each other cause we're all the same. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 2, 2008 Share Posted March 2, 2008 I wasn't walking on water I was standing on a reef When the tide came in Swept beneath the surface Lost without a trace No hope at all No hope at all Oh - sweet miracle Oh - sweet miracle Of life I wasn't walking with angels I was talking to myself Rising up to the surface Raging against the night Starless night Oh - sweet miracle Love's sweet miracle Of life Oh salvation Oh salvation I wasn't praying for magic I was hiding in plain sight Rising up from the surface To fly into the light Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
missionman Posted March 2, 2008 Share Posted March 2, 2008 I believe there's a ghost of a chance We can find someone to love And make it last Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 3, 2008 Share Posted March 3, 2008 I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love I don't know how someone controlled you They bought and sold you I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know how you were diverted You were perverted too I don't know how you were inverted No one alerted you I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps Look at you all... Still my guitar gently weeps Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 3, 2008 Share Posted March 3, 2008 You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone You can go out, you can take a ride And when you get out on your own You get all smoothed out inside And it's good to be alone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 3, 2008 Share Posted March 3, 2008 Where would you rather be? Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 5, 2008 Share Posted March 5, 2008 The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I heave a sigh and sadly smile And lie a while in bed I wish that it might come to pass Not fade like all my dreams Just think of what my life might be In a world like I have seen I don't think I can carry on Carry on this cold and empty life Oh...noo. My spirits are low in the depths of despair My lifeblood spills over.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
owlswing Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 Fuel - Leave The Memories Alone So here I am with my thoughts of you And this world I've left for me Stoic faces when I think of you And how I once believed So now you call me, but you know I won't let you through I've myself to decieve So leave the memories alone I don't want to see The way it is, as to how it used to be Leave the memories alone, don't change a thing And I'll hold you here in my memory So I find me in your garden now A sad smile for the scene And all the flowers that we planted now Taken by the weeds But in my minds eye, you know they still bloom for me They stand tall there, in that summer breeze Leave the memories alone I don't want to see The way it is, as to how it used to be Leave the memories alone, don't change a thing And I'll just hold you here in my memory In my memory, yeah So leave the memories alone I don't want to see The way it is, as to how it used to be Leave the memories alone, don't change a thing And I'll hold you in my memory You'll never change You'll never change You'll never change You will never change Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 Here we go - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go - in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen Camera curves over caved-in cop cars Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados Clutch at plausible deniability Don't touch that dial - We're in denial Until the showcase trial on TV Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news Miles of yellow tape - silhouetted chalklines Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity Don't change that station It's Gangster Nation Now crime's in syndication on TV What a show - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Touch and go - in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of drama live on satellite Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets Clutching at the straws of respectability Can't do the time? Don't do the crime And wind up in the perp walk on TV (miss your singing Arleen) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheRocinanteKid Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 (edited) There's the Reds and there's the Greens Super slicks and has beens, They're accompanied by three men dressed in black, One's a whistle, two are flags, and quite often they're the drags Kick the ball into the goal, they put it back. Yes Match of the Day's The only way, to spend your Saturday Each side's eleven men, with numbers on their backs But at a distance they all tend to look the same But some own their boutiques, well they clean up every week Inciting riots, causing chaos, such a shame! But Match of the Day's The only way We spend our Saturday And that's not all, our mates the keepers Slippin' and sliding in the mud Arms as long as creepers Send him off Ref' ***!!++?? Where are your specs Ref' +++***!!! Kick you to death Ref' !!XX**?? Oi! Are you deaf Ref' X*+X*!!? There's a few things before we go That I think you ought to know Obstruction, Body Checking, heavy tackles So put on your hat and scarf Have a drink, have a larf' From the terrace you can see your men do battle Yes Match of the Day's The only way You can spend your Saturday Don't forget, the trainers with their sponges Managers with open cheques, liquid business lunches Send 'im off Ref' ***!!++?? Where are your specs Ref' !***&&&!!! Kick you to death Ref' !!XX**?? Oi! Are you deaf Ref' X&+X&+!!? ...Phfff! Good game 'ey, Ron?... ...D'you see that goal in the Second Half? oh!... ...Bit of a dirty tackle that, mate!... ...I reckon I should've had a bet on it myself!... ...We paid 400, 000 pound for him, you realise that?... ...Oh - look out, here comes a bottle ... ...Yes, fancy a pint then? My round... Edited March 6, 2008 by TheRocinanteKid Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choose/the/light Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 You can roll that stone To the top of the hill Drag your ball and chain Behind you You can carry that weight With an iron will Or let the pain remain Behind you Chip away the stone (Sisyphus) Chip away the stone Make the burden lighter If you must roll that rock alone You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You will still find the past right Behind you Try to deny The weight of the load Try to put the sins of the past night Behind you Carve away the stone (Sisyhpus) Carve away the stone Make a graven image With some features of your own You call roll the stone To the top of the hill You can carry that weight With an iron will You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You can try to deny The weight of the load Roll away the stone (Sisyhpus) Roll away the stone If you could just move yours I could get working on my own Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 8, 2008 Share Posted March 8, 2008 I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on me now - I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good It's a hopeless situation Lie awake for half the night You're not sure what's going on here But you're sure it isn't right Make it easy on yourself There's nothing more you can do You're so full of what is right You can't see what is true A quality of justice A quantity of light A particle of mercy Makes the color of right Gravity and distance Change the passage of light Gravity and distance Change the color of right Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 8, 2008 Share Posted March 8, 2008 Grim-faced and forbidding, Their faces closed tight, An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm, Race the oncoming night, They chase through the streets of Manhattan. Head-first humanity, Pause at a light, Then flow through the streets of the city. They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain, Like an English rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky. The buildings are lost In their limitless rise. My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride. I feel the sense of possibilities, I feel the wrench of hard realities. The focus is sharp in the city. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half-light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze - until the light comes Sometimes I fly - into the night Sometimes I fight - against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong - sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze - until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong - and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight - against the darkness Sometimes we fly - into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
asp324 Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo. Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area. A it's ok. In the city she said he cut a cord of wood, No bigger than thimble but still plenty good. A it's ok. 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies. On account of the world economy that's makin' us sick. Go get the man who said he's on to me, He thinks we're in the kitchen with our sticks. But he don't know that Paris is burnin' down, You'd never know it in this town. The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you. Catch as Casius never become the killing machine. Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out. So devout to the saint that lost his seat he never seen, Semi-automatic rosary out devout. 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies. In a world too sad for Solomon we just sit. I'll watch your economy, I'll tell you when the police have it fixed. Paris is burnin' down, You'd never know it in this town. The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you. So take a minute to laugh it over, We'll make sure it's all true, Just like she said, Behind the barn last December eve. Baby falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner coming home from the union hall, He saw the fall. A it's ok. JP Sousa found a radio, a radio. Sousa found a place to go, A radio in his head that said. It's just a bump on a rash of robberies, An old sand lot anomaly that's savin' this day. In a world too sad for sodomy We're just sitting in the kitchen with our stray. But Paris is burnin' down, Governors are walkin' around, We'll make sure that they do right by you. So you think you might go to Beatrice, Even though the letter was never found. Maybe it will come tomorrow noon. She is askin' her fallen saint to Please return her straitlaced fighter Who don't know who she is, he don't know who she is. Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss, Have you softly gone to winter? Here I've brought you your two two dollar bills back. But I'm not waiting for sweet Eliza. She can have her water colors back, I found them on last December eve. You look strangely quite so familiar, The way you talk of suppertime but I don't know who she is, Don't know who she is. And you, you bring this beloved stranger. At the foot of this pile on Gideon's bed, She gave me a needlepoint motorbike. So go and take this to sweet Eliza, It was written and gently given to The courier pending arrival soon. Could you hold me just one more older Then I'll go as your fallen fighter Waiting at the door, can't see you any more? Here my dear a sweet Nostrovia, In a letter sent to December, I will wait for you to just humble me home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
asp324 Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 Yeah, it's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fake this But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk ho's that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall our downfall And the businesses that burned us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough I call the bluff f**k Manifest destiny Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a-1, 2, 3 Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My mind ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn urrrrrrrrr ugh A yo its just another bomb track Yea! ugh Check it out Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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