09-27-2005, 01:39 AM | #2 |
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I'm back with scars to show
back with the streets I know they never take me anywhere but here (The Weakerthans - Left&leaving) Kein Frühling ohne Winter Kein Schatten ohne Licht Hier kommt der besiegte Sieger, der alles hält und nichts verspricht (Muff Potter - Das Siegerlied) If only I could sell myself the way that even I would buy (Soulwax - Too many DJs)
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09-27-2005, 04:06 AM | #3 |
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TIM MCGRAW - LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING:
He said I was in my early 40's, With a lot of life before me, And a moment came that stopped me on a dime. I spent most of the next days, lookin' at the x-rays, Talkin' 'bout the options and talkin' 'bout sweet time. Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end. How's it hit ya, when you get that kind of news. Man what ya do. And he says, [Chorus] I went sky divin', I went rocky mountain climbin', I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu. And I loved deeper, And I spoke sweeter, And I gave forgiveness I've been denying, And he said someday I hope you get the chance, To live like you were dyin'. He said I was finally the husband, That most the time I wasn't. And I became a friend a friend would like to have. And all the sudden goin' fishing, Wasn't such an imposition. And I went three times that year I lost my dad. Well I finally read the good book, And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do If I could do it all again. And then. [Chorus] Like tomorrow was a gift and you've got eternity To think about what you do with it, What could you do with it, what can I do with with it, what would I do with it. [Chorus] Sky divin', I went rocky mountain climbin', I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu. And I loved deeper, And I spoke sweeter, And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'. And he said someday I hope you get the chance, To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'. TIM MCGRAW - GROWN MEN DON´T CRY: He said I was in my early 40's, With a lot of life before me, And a moment came that stopped me on a dime. I spent most of the next days, lookin' at the x-rays, Talkin' 'bout the options and talkin' 'bout sweet time. Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end. How's it hit ya, when you get that kind of news. Man what ya do. And he says, [Chorus] I went sky divin', I went rocky mountain climbin', I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu. And I loved deeper, And I spoke sweeter, And I gave forgiveness I've been denying, And he said someday I hope you get the chance, To live like you were dyin'. He said I was finally the husband, That most the time I wasn't. And I became a friend a friend would like to have. And all the sudden goin' fishing, Wasn't such an imposition. And I went three times that year I lost my dad. Well I finally read the good book, And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do If I could do it all again. And then. [Chorus] Like tomorrow was a gift and you've got eternity To think about what you do with it, What could you do with it, what can I do with with it, what would I do with it. [Chorus] Sky divin', I went rocky mountain climbin', I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu. And I loved deeper, And I spoke sweeter, And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'. And he said someday I hope you get the chance, To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'. To live like you were dyin'.
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09-27-2005, 05:03 AM | #4 |
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One particular line from "Maybe, maybe" by A-Ha. The lyrics seem to be about a bloke unsure if his girlfriend wants to split up with him
"Maybe it was over, when you threw me out the Rover at full speed." You think!?!?
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09-27-2005, 06:18 AM | #5 |
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One of my favorite songs of all time...
At Seventeen Janis Ian I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone Who called to say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities It isn't all it seems at seventeen A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs Whose name I never could pronounce said Pity, please, the ones who serve They only get what they deserve The rich-relationed home-town queen Marries into what she needs With a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debentures of quality And dubious integrity Their small town eyes will gape at you in Dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received at seventeen To those of us who knew the pain Of valentines that never came And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown That call and say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me, at seventeen |
09-27-2005, 06:59 AM | #6 |
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My my music hits me... so hard
Makes me say, O my lord Thank you, for blessing me With a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet Someone report this post please. |
09-27-2005, 07:58 AM | #7 |
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Blue Jeans - Eddie From Ohio
monday morning I can't believe it same old day job, why can't I leave it nylons heels it's 7:10 I want my blue jeans again I know I'll wear them again monday morning my breath is stinking last night why did I go out drinking three-piece that's how monday's begin I want my blue jeans again I know I'll wear them again why suit up this way for battle we shuffle eastward like cattle please tell me why and that'll ease my mind wednesday noontime my stomach's rumbling simple labor but I'm still fumbling stockings running strange looks from men I want my blue jeans again I know I'll wear them again wednesday noontime feeling hungover just like roadkill that's been runover foodstains necktie ran off my chin I want my blue jeans again I know I'll wear them again why suit up for stuffy places daily shaving our legs and faces funny how this routine erases peace of mind friday whistle how did I make it if I had my way I'd run out naked banging pub doors hey let me in give me my blue jeans again i'm getting chilly my friend I want my blue jeans again |
09-27-2005, 08:30 AM | #8 |
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NOFX - Regaining Unconsciousness
First they put away the dealers, keep our kids safe and off the street. Then they put away the prostitutes, keep married men cloistered at home. Then they shooed away the bums, then they beat and bashed the queers, turned away asylum-seekers, fed us suspicions and fears. We didn't raise our voice, we didn't make a fuss. It's funny there was no one left to notice when they came for us. Snake River Conspiracy - Breed Spoken like a souvenier Touch of all your childhood fears Keep them at a gentle pace Close enough to feel their hate Somebody says, somebody says, somebody says I love you All those years you never knew All the things that I could do I keep them in a hidden place So I could rub them in your face Somebody says, somebody says, somebody says I made you, I made you, I made you, I made you, I made you Breed, Breed on your own Always alone You suffering clone The Smiths - How soon is now? I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir of nothing in particular You shut your mouth how can you say I go about things the wrong way I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does Nine Inch Nails - Head like a hole Head like a hole Black as your soul I'd rather die Than give you control Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve God money's not looking for the cure God money's not concerned about the Sick among the pure God money let's go dancing on the Backs of the bruised God money's not one to choose The Clash - Spanish Bombs The hillsides ring with 'Free the people' Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets, the ragged army Fixing bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a D.C. 10 tonight
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09-27-2005, 04:38 PM | #9 |
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There are loads of song lyrics that convey differing emotions to me but a couple of the most memorable are -
Nine Inch Nails - Hurt Lyrics I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear my crown of shit on my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair beneath the stain of time the feeling disappears you are someone else I am still right here what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt if I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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09-27-2005, 06:03 PM | #10 |
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09-27-2005, 06:22 PM | #11 |
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Augie March — The Good Gardener (On How He Fell)
Here sits a once good gardener, pale as a shadow of a doubt, Once a happy dweller of a garden good, once a sleepy sinner, once cast out To the sea where the crossy-eyed maids murmur low, "do you see, do you see where the doubts cross his shadow?" Drowned and amoral, I pollinate the coral and reek of the deep where I've tended the water weed - I was once your good gardener, sing to bring on Spring, I know where your good grass grows, I know what your boyfriend knows, I was your good gardener. I saw twilight car waxers, corpulent dog walkers, clean canny couples on the sunset strip, From a tower forty miles to the east of Augusta saw a plague on the Indian a'coming on a windship, You were in the garden when the wind swept up and took the foul words from your mouth Now you know what your sarcasm really really means It's the tearing with your teeth of the flesh from the bones of your brother - Kill the shrub to fertilise the flower, Did I hear you saying that the form doesn't matter? Well form into matter, the matter is forever, but only in a good garden Black rock bound in the Brighton bowl where the seas of desolation roll, Where you're borne and borne and borne in again to the pebble-feather shore of forgotten friends Think how you can't see the science without seeing first the self, But then nobody thinks of growing somebody else, And how the sun , hungry sun, holds the withered withered world, So why shouldn't I kiss the beautiful girl? When I was her good gardener. Sing of the Summer sham, O see them grow tall, see them in their rot, see them go to seed in the cemetery plot I was your good gardener Sing to bring on Spring O ice of Winter would crackle and splinter with my love in everything Ice of Winter would crackle and splinter with my love in everything I was your good gardener... The sea is stark and lovely, and it scares me to the point of rapture I was your good gardener, of some good stature The sea is stark and lovely, and it scares me to the point of rapture I was your good gardener, now I - can barely - look at ya. |
09-27-2005, 06:40 PM | #12 |
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The Decemberists - The Legionnaire's Lament
I'm a legionnaire Camel in disrepair hoping for a frigid air to come passing by I am on reprieve lacking my joie de vivre missing my gay paris in this desert dry And I wrote my girl told her I would not return terribly taken a turn for the worst now I fear Its been a year or more since they shipped me to this foreign shore fighting in a foreign war so far away from my home If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards and the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream with the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars, the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine. Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again. la la la la dam la la la low Medicating in the sun pinched doses of laudanum longing for the old fecundity of my homeland Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient Shiraz a smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears On the old left bank my baby in a charabanc riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysees If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevard and the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream with the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevard and the side walk bagatelles its like a dream with the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again... be back again, be back again, I'll be back again Avalanches - Frontier psychiatrist Is dexter ill, is dexter ill, is dexter ill Is dexter ill today, mr kirk, dexter’s in school I’m afraid he’s not, miss fishborne Dexter’s truancy problem is way out of hand The baltimore county school board have decided to expel Dexter from the entire public school system Oh mr kirk, I’m as upset as you to learn of dexter’s truancy But surely, expulsion is not the answer! I’m afraid expulsion is the only answer It’s the opinion of the entire staff that dexter is criminally insane That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic, That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic That boy needs therapy Lie down on the couch! what does that mean? You’re a nut! you’re crazy in the coconut! What does that mean? that boy needs therapy I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy Ranagazoo, let’s have it to you On the count of three That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy He was white as a sheet And he also made false teeth Avalanches is above, business continues below Did I ever tell you the story about Cowboys! bit , bit bitches and the indians and, fron, frontier psychiatrist I... I felt strangely hypnotised I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls And milk! rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin I promise my girlfriend i’d... the violin, violin, violin ... Frontier psychiatrist Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic That boy needs therapy Lie down on the couch, what does that mean? You’re a nut! you’re crazy in the coconut! What does that mean? that boy needs therapy I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy Ranagazoo, let’s have a tune Now when I count three That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy He was white as a sheet And he also made false teeth Frontier psychiatrist Can you think of anything else that talks, other than a person? Uh ohh... uh oh, a bird! yeah! Sometimes a parrot talks Ha ha ha ha ha !!!! Yes, some birds are funny when they talk Can you think of anything else A record, record, record ! |
09-27-2005, 08:03 PM | #13 |
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Since this thread has taken a rather depressing turn, here's my contribution:
"Livin' Ain't Livin'"- Firefall All the empty words I've spoken All the promises I've broken All the lovers and the loves I've pushed away Now they all come back to haunt me And the silence seems to taunt me 'Cause they've turned the tables round the other way Livin' is easy with someone who cares Someone to call you their own Livin' is lovely with somebody there Livin' ain't livin' alone Did I turn my back so coldly On the ones who tried to hold me Saying only that I needed to be free? Now I know some dreams were shattered Because I never thought it mattered No I never thought of anyone but me Livin' is easy with someone to care Someone to call you their own Livin' is lovely with somebody there Livin' ain't livin' alone Have I taken all my chances? Will there be no more romances? Did I make my choice and never even know? But I'm much too young for endings So I have to keep pretending That tomorrow is the day my love will show Livin' is easy with someone who cares Someone to call you their own Livin' is easy with somebody there Livin' ain't livin' alone ScottMate
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(The Weakerthans - Plea from a cat named virtue) Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything. I don't know who you're talking to I made a search through every room, but all I found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon. And listen, about those bitter songs you sing? They're not helping anything. They won't make you strong. So, we should open up the house. Invite the tabby two doors down. You could ask your sister, if she doesn't bring her Basset Hound. Ask the things you shouldn't miss: tape-hiss and the Modern Man, The Cold War and Card Catalogues, to come and join us if they can, for girly drinks and parlor games. We'll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try to let your losses dangle off the sharp edge of a century, and talk about the weather, or how the weather used to be. And I'll cater with all the birds that I can kill. Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment. Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin. Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong. All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV, and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me. I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home. I know you're strong. )))))))))))))))))
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09-27-2005, 08:39 PM | #15 |
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can't hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand |
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If I had really wanted to reduce the forum to a full-on, grab-the-Kleenex, bawl-fest, I would have posted the words to "Puff, The Magic Dragon". ScottMate
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09-28-2005, 04:50 AM | #19 |
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I know he’s not the kind, the kind that settles down
And I know he finds it hard to keep his feet on the ground He goes drinking every night down the pub with all his mates Getting into fight’s staying out till late But when he comes home rolling drunk Don’t get the 'ump, just remember Even tough guys need someone some times [4x] He don’t where armani suits or shirts pressed nice and clean He wears doc martens boots and dirty Levi jeans Your friend’s all think he’s gross and your parents hate his guts And once he gave you a dose but the tablets cleared it up They all say he’s no good, but he’s misunderstood, and remember Even tough guys need someone some times [4x] He drives his car to fast he don’t remember what you said His promises don’t last and he’s lousy in bed And when you’re at a party and he’s puking in the bin And you’re try to remember what you ever saw in him So don’t go into one, he’s only having fun, and remember Even tough guys need someone some times [4x] "Tough guys" by Cock Sparrer, quite appropriate
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09-28-2005, 06:21 AM | #20 |
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itsuka wa kakugo shinakya to omotteta
ME-RU mo denwa mo dekinai SHAI na hito donna kotoba de kotowarou ka to... Translated as: I thought that someday I must make up my mind I'm a shy person who can't email or even phone you What sort of words shall I use to reject you? anata dake to chikatte oite hoka no dareka no moto e to yuku konna watashi nante wasurete kudasai! anata ni wa motto ii hito ga kanarazu mitsukaru wa akirametari shinaide hoshii Translated as: I make a promise with you only, that I will go to someone else Please forget [this] me! You will find someone better for sure I don't want you to give up Song: いつかの王子様も♪~拝啓、王子様☆続篇~ (itsuka no oujisama mo ♪ ~haiken, oujisama☆zokuhen~) (someday, even my prince will... ~Dear, my prince sequel~) Artist: 柴田淳 (Shibata Jun) English translation and romanji by cori
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