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| | I realise it's been done before. Anyway...seeing as i'm in a Bright Eyes mood... We made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
"If we walk away,they’ll walk away"
But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free start runnin' away
'cause we're comin' for ya!
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I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
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I dream the desert where the dead lay down
I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown
Oh yeah, I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin' loud
So I will find my fears and face them
or I will cower like a dog
I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
I'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up
From Manchester with love |
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 08:25:59 | |
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| Might pay to include artist and track if possible. I'll plug one up, corker too.
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 09:18:08 | |
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| | Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took its bow The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his head And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour
The pilgrimage to happy hour New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
As if in nervous anticipation of another day | | |
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 11:01:48 | |
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| When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
BORN under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they better start assembling the boys from the fort.
And keep Mrs. Honeyman right out of sight,
'Cos there's gonna be riot down in Trumpton Tonight.
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 11:15:13 | |
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| Preface: Marie is the middle name of singer Maynard James Keenan's deceased mother, Judith Marie Garrison. She suffered a stroke that left her partially paralysed and wheelchair-bound. The length of time between the paralysis and her death was 27 years, or approximately 10,000 days. "10,000 Days", was written for his mother.
Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we'll rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations,
None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...
Ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me...
None of them can even hold a candle up to you,
Blinded by choices these hypocrites won't see
But enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
my little piece of the divine
This little light of mine, the gift you passed onto me,
I'm gonna let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way
Your way home...
Ohh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way
but our lives are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way
They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out
10,000 days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home...
You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!"...
Give me my
"Give me my wings!"
You are the light, the way, that they will only read about
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one
Hallelujah,
It's time for you to bring me home.
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 11:37:55 | |
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| TOOL>>>>>>>>>>>>every other band
Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it |
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 11:43:14 | |
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| | aww white matey, i am a fakking lavely laydeee but stop bovverin me ya fakking kahnt --------------------------------- next hit by Kate Nash, penned by me.  unless Lilly Allen fancies doing it instead.
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 11:49:33 | |
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| My eyes hurt by just looking at that, Cloudy.
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| | | Posted 07/03/2008 11:55:59 | |
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| Frank Blue (07/03/2008)
My eyes hurt by just looking at that, Cloudy.
I cant really read it.
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