BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure Dreams flow across the heartland Feeding on the fires Dreams transport desires Drive you when you're down - Dreams transport the ones Who need to get out of town The boy walks with his best friend Through the fields of early May They walk awhile in silence One close - one far away But he'd be climbing on that bus Just him and his guitar To blaze across the heavens Like a brilliant shooting star The middle-aged madonna Calls her neighbour on the phone Day by day the seasons pass And leave her life alone But she'll go walking out that door On some bright afternoon To go and paint big cities From a lonely attic room It's understood By every single person Who'd be elsewhere if they could So far so good And life's not unpleasant In their little neighbourhood They dream in Middletown... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath, Before I start off again. Driven on, Without a moment to spend To pass an evening With a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause, No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim- Who learns to transcend- Learns to live As if each step was the end Time stand still- I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people And the places that surround me now Freeze this moment a little bit longer Make each sensation a little bit stronger Experience slips away... I turn my face to the sun Close my eyes. Let my defences down- All those wounds That I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause- If I could slow it all down Like some captain, Whose ship runs aground- I can wait until the tide comes around Make each impression a little bit stronger Freeze this motion a little bit longer The innocence slips away... Summer's going fast, Nights growing colder Children growing up- Old friends growing older Experience slips away... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 I looked in the mirror today My eyes just didn't seem so bright I've lost a few more hairs I think I'm going bald I think I'm going bald Seems like only yesterday We would sit and talk of dreams all night Dreams of youth And simple truths Now we're so involved So involved with life Walk down vanity fair Memory lane everywhere Wall Street shuffles there Dressed in flowing hair Once we loved the flowers Now we ask the price of the land Once we would take water But now it must be wine Now we've been And now we've seen What price peace of mind Take a piece of my mind My life is slipping away I'm aging every day But even when I'm grey I'll still be grey my way Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 Trust to your instincts If it's safely restrained Lightning reactions Must be carefully trained Heat of the moment Curse of the young Spit out your anger Don't swallow your tongue STICK IT OUT Don't swallow the poison SPIT IT OUT Don't swallow your pride STICK IT OUT Don't swallow your anger SPIT IT OUT Don't swallow the lies Natural reflex Pendulum swing You might be too dizzy To do the right thing Trial under fire Ultimate proof Moment of crisis Don't swallow the truth STICK IT OUT Each time we bathe our reactions In artificial light Each time we alter the focus To make the wrong moves seem right You get so used to deception You make yourself a nervous wreck You get so used to surrender Running back to cover your neck STICK IT OUT Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 The hypocrites are slandering The sacred halls of Truth Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much- Call it blind frustration Call it blind man's bluff Call each other names- Your voices rude-your voices rough Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the lessons Taught in school won't be enough Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough A world of indifference Heads and hearts too full Careless of the consequence Of constant push and pull Anger got bare knuckles Anger play the fool Anger wear a crown of thorns Reverse the golden rule Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the weapons And the ways of hard-knock school Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 A boy alone, so far from home Endless rooftops from my window I felt the gloom of empty rooms On rainy afternoons Sometimes in confusion I felt so lost and disillusioned Innocence gave me confidence To go up against reality All the same, we take our chances Laughed at by Time Tricked by Circumstances Plus ca change Plus c'est la meme chose The more that things change The more they stay the same Now I've gained some understanding Of the only world that we see Things that I once dreamed of Have become reality These walls that still surround me Still contain the same old me Just one more who's searching for A world that ought to be Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 There's a time for feelin' as good as we can The time is now, and there's no stoppin' us There's a time for livin' as high as we can Behind us you will only see our dust. You know we're havin' good days And we hope they're gonna last Our future still looks brighter than our past We feel no need to worry No reason to be sad Our mem'ries remind us, maybe road life's not so bad. Just keep smilin', move onward ev'ry day And try to keep our thoughts away from home We're trav'lin' around, no time to settle down And satisfy our wanderlust to roam. Well from sea to shining sea, and a hundred points between Still we go on diggin' ev'ry show The cities in the land all extend a welcome hand Till morning when it's time for us to go. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 14, 2008 Share Posted February 14, 2008 Things crawl in the darkness That imagination spins Needles at your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin Pounding in your temples And a surge of adrenaline Every muscle tense- To fence The enemy within I'm not giving in To security under pressure I'm not missing out On the promise of adventure I'm not giving up On implausible dreams- Experience to extremes- Experience to extremes Suspicious-looking stranger Flashes you a dangerous grin Shadows across your window- Was it only trees in the wind? Every breath a static charge- A tongue that tastes like tin Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within... To you-is it movement or is it action? It is contact or just reaction? And you-revolution or just resistance? Is it living, or just existence? eah, you-it takes a little more persistence To get up and go the distance... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 When I wake up early in the morning, Lift my head, I'm still yawning When I'm in the middle of a dream Stay in bed, float up stream Please don't wake me, no don't shake me Leave me where I am I'm only sleeping Everybody seems to think I'm lazy I don't mind, I think they're crazy Running everywhere at such a speed Till they find, there's no need Please don't spoil my day I'm miles away And after all I'm only sleeping Keeping an eye on the world going by my window Taking my time Lying there and staring at the ceiling Waiting for a sleepy feeling Please don't spoil my day I'm miles away And after all I'm only sleeping Keeping an eye on the world going by my window Taking my time When I wake up early in the morning, Lift my head, I'm still yawning When I'm in the middle of a dream Stay in bed, float up stream Please don't wake me, no don't shake me Leave me where I am I'm only sleeping Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 gnik nus eht semoc ereh gnik nus eht semoc ereh gnihgual s'ydobyreve yppah s'ydobyreve gnik nus eht semoc ereh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wanders By the banks of her own lagoon Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Sunday's on the phone to Monday Tuesday's on the phone to me She said she'd always been a dancer She worked at 15 clubs a day And though she thought I knew the answer Well I knew what I could not say And so I quit the police department And got myself a steady job And though she tried her best to help me She could steal but she could not rob Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Sunday's on the phone to Monday Tuesday's on the phone to me Oh yeah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 You turn my head I spin my wheels Running on empty You know how that feels I'm on a roll now Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I could only reach that dial inside And turn it up FACE UP -- Face up or you can only back down FACE UP -- Hit the target, or you better hit the ground FACE UP -- There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP -- Turn it up Or turn that wild card down FACE UP -- Turn it up Don't complain Don't explain I don't think my new resolve Can stand the strain I'm in a groove now Or is it a rut? I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up 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 Turn it up Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 I may be right or wrong The story's in my song It sure seems like we've Come a long, long way We've been through so many changes All along the way Maybe that's the reason we're here today Movin' on, movin' on (Movin' on) Everyday (Movin' on) Keep on movin' Movin' on, tomorrow is another day Our problems have disappeared Vanished one by one We've got to keep on movin' Until we're done The band is on the loose Runnin' 'cross the land So try to make the most of a one-night stand On and on and on You've got to keep on movin' on On and on and on We've movin' every day You got to keep on movin' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door 21st century schizoid man Blood rack, barbed wire Politician's funeral pyre Innocence raped with napalm fire 21st century schizoid man Dead sea, blind man's greed Poet's starving children bleed Nothing he's got, he really needs 21st century schizoid man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 He rocked his way through yesterday, Lord he thought he had a chance He played guitar and wrote some tunes, of love and romance He did his share of travelin', like a dog without a home A fugitive who would rather give, a star that never shone Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame No one ever warned the boy Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh yeah He said he wouldn't get led around, or caught up in the games Or end up in a gallery, of faces with no names And rock 'n' roll was in his soul, and music was a friend He recorded a song that made us sing along, and he was on the road again Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame No one ever warned the boy Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh oh, oh yeah, oh oh Stage fright, ooh, and long black limousines He's pushing himself a way too hard, or so it seems He opened up his heart to us, he gave us what he could We symphathized and harmonized, he made us all feel good But it's funny how those things can change, and time can pass us by Songs that moved us so easily, no longer make us cry Now isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame No one ever warned the boy Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh oh, oh Oh yeah, oh, oh oh oh, oh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah My my my, rock 'n roll is a vicious game, yeah Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 He drives a '57 coupe Walks with a stoop Swears James Dean isn't dead He's a dedicated rocker A real headknocker Don't look at his lady again 'Cause if he catches you messin' He's gonna teach you a lesson Don't let me say it again Headknocker, headknocker Comin' on strong, a real showstopper Headknocker He might like to fight, oh but boy does he love to play Ooh, headknocker, headknocker Ooh, headknocker He's got an old fender strat Plays behind his back While he sings out Louie, Louie He's a backseat mauler A barroom brawler I think he's gonna blacken your eye If that don't teach you a lesson Might show you his Smith & Wesson Don't let me say it again Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joanneeeeee Posted February 15, 2008 Author Share Posted February 15, 2008 QUOTE (Arleen2112 @ Feb 15 2008, 12:08 PM) Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door 21st century schizoid man Blood rack, barbed wire Politician's funeral pyre Innocence raped with napalm fire 21st century schizoid man Dead sea, blind man's greed Poet's starving children bleed Nothing he's got, he really needs 21st century schizoid man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 Standing in the rain, with his head hung low Couldnt get a ticket, it was a sold out show Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream He heard one guitar, just blew him away He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day Bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store Didnt know how to play it, but he knew for sure That one guitar, felt good in his hands Didnt take long, to understand Just one guitar, slung way down low Was one way ticket, only one way to go So he started rockin Aint never gonna stop Gotta keep on rockin Someday hes gonna make it to the top And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes Hes a juke box hero He took one guitar, juke box hero, stars in his eyes Juke box hero, hell come alive tonight In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain And that one guitar made his whole life change Now he needs to keep rockin He just cant stop Gotta keep on rockin That boy has got to stay on top And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes Hes a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes Yeah, juke box hero, got stars in his eyes With that one guitar hell come alive Come alive tonight Yeah, hes gotta keep rockin He just cant stop Gotta keep on rockin That boy has got to stay on top And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes Hes a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes Just one guitar, put stars in his eyes Hes just a juke box hero, aah aah aah Juke box hero, juke box hero, hes got stars in his eyes Stars in his eyes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 QUOTE (joanneeeeee @ Feb 15 2008, 12:13 PM)QUOTE (Arleen2112 @ Feb 15 2008, 12:08 PM) Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door 21st century schizoid man Blood rack, barbed wire Politician's funeral pyre Innocence raped with napalm fire 21st century schizoid man Dead sea, blind man's greed Poet's starving children bleed Nothing he's got, he really needs 21st century schizoid man So glad to hear you got your Puppies back Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arleen2112 Posted February 15, 2008 Share Posted February 15, 2008 It's four o' clock in the mornin' and the daylight's creepin' in I'm lyin' awake in bed Outside my window the rain's just pourin' down And there's a pain inside my head I looked hard into the mirror, took some water in my hands And threw it on my face But your memory won't fade away, I can see you everywhere Around this empty space This night's too long, I'm fadin' fast I tell myself, this pain won't last It's just a flesh wound Missin' my heart but it still cuts deep Nothin' but a flesh wound It tore me apart and I still can't sleep You know you really did it well Now I'm lyin' on a bed of nails But it's nothin' but a flesh wound Better pull myself together, gotta hold my head up high that's what I;ve got to do No damage done, but deep inside my heart Who am I tryin' to fool It's over now, all in the past I tell myself, this pain won't last It's just a flesh wound Missin, my heart, but it still cuts deep Nothin' but a flesh wound It tore me apart and I still can't sleep I've got no choice, I must be strong Can't lie here thinkin' about it all night long It's nothin' but a flesh wound Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joanneeeeee Posted February 15, 2008 Author Share Posted February 15, 2008 QUOTE (Arleen2112 @ Feb 15 2008, 12:14 PM) QUOTE (joanneeeeee @ Feb 15 2008, 12:13 PM)QUOTE (Arleen2112 @ Feb 15 2008, 12:08 PM) Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door 21st century schizoid man Blood rack, barbed wire Politician's funeral pyre Innocence raped with napalm fire 21st century schizoid man Dead sea, blind man's greed Poet's starving children bleed Nothing he's got, he really needs 21st century schizoid man So glad to hear you got your Puppies back back at you! thanks, me too! Nervous wreck that I was Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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