DisturbedLoner
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Songs you really like.
very nice
this is my favorite song of all time...it just fits me somehow. its by a band called Live, and its called Run to the Water.
Oh desert speak to my heart
Oh woman of the earth
Maker of children who weep for love
Maker of this birth
'til your deepest secrets are known to me
I will not be moved
I will not be moved
"don't try to find the answer
When there ain't no question here
Brother let your heart be wounded
And give no mercy to your fear"
Adam and eve live down the street from me
Babylon is every town
It's as crazy as it's ever been
Love's a stranger all around
In a moment we lost our minds here
And lay our spirit down
Today we lived a thousand years
All we have is now
Run to the water
And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon
These streets below the moon
And I will never leave you
'til we can say, "this world was just a dream
We were sleepin' now we are awake"
'til we can say
In a moment we lost our minds here
And dreamt the world was round
A million mile fall from grace
Thank god we missed the ground
Run to the water
And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon
With a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
Yeah, I can see it now lord
Out beyond all the breakin' of waves
And the tribulation
It's a place and the home of ascended souls
Who swam out there in love
Run to the water
And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon
With a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
Rest easy baby, rest easy
And recognize it all as light and rainbows
Smashed to smithereens and be happy
Run to the water (and find me there)
Run to the water
Oh desert speak to my heart
Oh woman of the earth
Maker of children who weep for love
Maker of this birth
'til your deepest secrets are known to me
I will not be moved
I will not be moved
"don't try to find the answer
When there ain't no question here
Brother let your heart be wounded
And give no mercy to your fear"
Adam and eve live down the street from me
Babylon is every town
It's as crazy as it's ever been
Love's a stranger all around
In a moment we lost our minds here
And lay our spirit down
Today we lived a thousand years
All we have is now
Run to the water
And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon
These streets below the moon
And I will never leave you
'til we can say, "this world was just a dream
We were sleepin' now we are awake"
'til we can say
In a moment we lost our minds here
And dreamt the world was round
A million mile fall from grace
Thank god we missed the ground
Run to the water
And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon
With a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
Yeah, I can see it now lord
Out beyond all the breakin' of waves
And the tribulation
It's a place and the home of ascended souls
Who swam out there in love
Run to the water
And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon
With a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
Rest easy baby, rest easy
And recognize it all as light and rainbows
Smashed to smithereens and be happy
Run to the water (and find me there)
Run to the water
Awsome, sounds like a great song.
Oooh, good songs....well they seem like good songs, I gotta give em a listen before I can say for sure what my opinion is, but judging by the lyrics it all looks like my kinda music. I should post here. Give me a couple hours and I'll post something here.
I just realized I have the cd that "Run To The Water" is on, and it's definitely a good song. I like that whole cd in fact.
Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades
Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
errr....Brand New is the band, I think.
Here's one that I really like, it's called Gone and it's by Switchfoot:
She told him she'd rather fix her make-up
Than try to fix what's going on
But the problem keeps on calling
Even with the cell phone gone
She told him that she believes in living
Bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upside down
Don't say so long
In the cell phone
Don't spend today away
Cause today will soon be gone
Chorus: Like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You pretend like you're immortal
She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every day we borrow
Brings us one step closer to the edge
Infinity
Where's your treasure?
Where's your hope?
Forget the world and lose your soul
She pretends
Like she pretends
Like she's immortal
Don't say so long
You're not that far gone
This could be your big chance to make up
Today will soon be gone
Like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You're going, going, gone
Like summer break is gone
Like Saturday is gone
Just try to prove me wrong
You pretend like you're immortal
We are not infinite
We are not permanate
Nothing is immediate
We're so confident
In our accomplishments
Look at our decadents
Gone, like Frank Sinatra
Like Elvis and his mom
Like Al Pachino's cash
Nothing lasts in this life
my highschool dreams are gone
my childhood sweets are gone
life is a day that doesn't last for long
Life is more than money
Time was never money
Time was never cash
Life is still more than girls
Life is more than hundred dollar bills
And oh the town fills
Life more than fame and rock&roll and thrills
All the riches of the kings
And up in wills
We got information in the information age
But do we know what life is
Outside of our conveinent Lexus cages
She told him she'd rather fix her make-up
Than try to fix what's going on
But the problem keeps on calling
Even with the cell phone gone
She told him that she believes in living
Bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upside down
Don't say so long
In the cell phone
Don't spend today away
Cause today will soon be gone
Chorus: Like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You pretend like you're immortal
She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every day we borrow
Brings us one step closer to the edge
Infinity
Where's your treasure?
Where's your hope?
Forget the world and lose your soul
She pretends
Like she pretends
Like she's immortal
Don't say so long
You're not that far gone
This could be your big chance to make up
Today will soon be gone
Like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You're going, going, gone
Like summer break is gone
Like Saturday is gone
Just try to prove me wrong
You pretend like you're immortal
We are not infinite
We are not permanate
Nothing is immediate
We're so confident
In our accomplishments
Look at our decadents
Gone, like Frank Sinatra
Like Elvis and his mom
Like Al Pachino's cash
Nothing lasts in this life
my highschool dreams are gone
my childhood sweets are gone
life is a day that doesn't last for long
Life is more than money
Time was never money
Time was never cash
Life is still more than girls
Life is more than hundred dollar bills
And oh the town fills
Life more than fame and rock&roll and thrills
All the riches of the kings
And up in wills
We got information in the information age
But do we know what life is
Outside of our conveinent Lexus cages
here is my fave.!!
By Oasis (Stop Crying Your Heart Out)
Hold up hold on don't be scared
You'll never change what's been and gone
May your smile. Shine on. Don't be scared
Your destiny may keep you warm.
Cos all of the stars are fading away
Just try not to worry you'll see them some day
Take what you need and be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Get up. Come on why you scared
You'll never change what been and gone
By Oasis (Stop Crying Your Heart Out)
Hold up hold on don't be scared
You'll never change what's been and gone
May your smile. Shine on. Don't be scared
Your destiny may keep you warm.
Cos all of the stars are fading away
Just try not to worry you'll see them some day
Take what you need and be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Get up. Come on why you scared
You'll never change what been and gone
well.....she is not with us anymore..😢 but after a decade her music and song still is great..
Ladies and gents...let me re-introduce/reminding you.
Kristy MacColl
WALKING DOWN MADISON
Walking down madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun
Walking down madison - swear I never had a gun
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the bums
See you give ?em your nickels, your pennies and dimes
But you can?t give ?em hope in these mercenary times, oh no
And you feel real guilty about the coat on your back
And the sandwich you had, oh no
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
Walking down madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - wouldn?t do it just for fun
Walking down madison - trying to keep my head screwed on
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the nuns
When you get to the corner don?t look at those freaks
Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah
The beaming boy from harlem with the airforce coat
The ones who died
The ones who tried
The ones that sit and gloat
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
Within every city and town there?s a madison
Frozen lives for whom nothing?s happening
Hungry children is a mother?s dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby emma
So you walk on by like it doesn?t affect you
The held out hand that you pay no respect to
Nickels and dimes won?t even buy your guilt
Another wino burnt to death in his quilt
It?s a cardboard city, newspaper metropolis
The system can?t cope or keep on top of this
The authorities come as you?re not for display
Do they solve the problem no they move him away
They?re in a vicious circle of no fixed abode
The social won?t pay ?em the money they?re owed
When you?ve got no money you can?t pay rent
Hypothermia kills ?cos the system is bent
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
In the subway sits a vacuous man
His grip on life is a bent tin can
It?s a holy shrine where he burns his light
It makes things easy and removes his plight
For an hour or two but he can?t escape
They?re all penned in with government tape
There are good samaritans who bring the soup
The sally army with their bibles and boots
You can see yourself as it?s not too far
One short trip you don?t who they are
Till the night comes then it all comes back
Like the smell of patchouli and the armies of rats
It?s a shame to be human it?s a human shame
It seems we?ve forgotten we?re one and the same
Ladies and gents...let me re-introduce/reminding you.
Kristy MacColl
WALKING DOWN MADISON
Walking down madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun
Walking down madison - swear I never had a gun
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the bums
See you give ?em your nickels, your pennies and dimes
But you can?t give ?em hope in these mercenary times, oh no
And you feel real guilty about the coat on your back
And the sandwich you had, oh no
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
Walking down madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - wouldn?t do it just for fun
Walking down madison - trying to keep my head screwed on
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the nuns
When you get to the corner don?t look at those freaks
Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah
The beaming boy from harlem with the airforce coat
The ones who died
The ones who tried
The ones that sit and gloat
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
Within every city and town there?s a madison
Frozen lives for whom nothing?s happening
Hungry children is a mother?s dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby emma
So you walk on by like it doesn?t affect you
The held out hand that you pay no respect to
Nickels and dimes won?t even buy your guilt
Another wino burnt to death in his quilt
It?s a cardboard city, newspaper metropolis
The system can?t cope or keep on top of this
The authorities come as you?re not for display
Do they solve the problem no they move him away
They?re in a vicious circle of no fixed abode
The social won?t pay ?em the money they?re owed
When you?ve got no money you can?t pay rent
Hypothermia kills ?cos the system is bent
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the a train
It?s not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It?s not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It?s not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you?d like to
In the subway sits a vacuous man
His grip on life is a bent tin can
It?s a holy shrine where he burns his light
It makes things easy and removes his plight
For an hour or two but he can?t escape
They?re all penned in with government tape
There are good samaritans who bring the soup
The sally army with their bibles and boots
You can see yourself as it?s not too far
One short trip you don?t who they are
Till the night comes then it all comes back
Like the smell of patchouli and the armies of rats
It?s a shame to be human it?s a human shame
It seems we?ve forgotten we?re one and the same
LOL, I'm taking out a restraining order on the rhythm. But what am I gonna do about the CONGA? I know I can't control myself any long-a.
They do. They really do. I'm feeling HOT-HOT-HOT. HOT-HOT-HOT.
HOT-HOT-HOT.
HOT-HOT-HOT.
...*CONGOS OUT OF THE ROOM
Hahaaaa....
*shakes her bon bon and polishes her brass*
*shakes her bon bon and polishes her brass*
I am the Highway - audioslave
Pearls of swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for the leaving I feel
(chorus)
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
Friends and liars don't wait for me
I'll get on by myself
I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel
(chorus)
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightening
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
TOOL
lateralus
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
lateralus
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
01
Stinkfist
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging till
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
ive probably post this before but i cant help it.lol
Stinkfist
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging till
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
ive probably post this before but i cant help it.lol
that was also tool by the way. the lyrics and raw energy behind the music gets me every time.
tool
Forty-Six & 2
My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
Forty-Six & 2
My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
tool
H.
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
H.
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
tool
The Patient
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
Gonna wait it out.
The Patient
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
Gonna wait it out.
GODSMACK
"Running Blind"
Can?t find the answers
I?ve been crawling on my knees
Looking for anything
To keep me from drowning
Promises have been turned to lies
Can?t even be honest inside
Now I?m running backward
Watching my life wave me goodbye
Running blind
I?m running blind
Somebody help me see I?m running blind
Searching for nothing
Wondering if I?ll change
I?m trying everything
But everything still stays the same
I thought if I showed you I could fly
Wouldn?t need anyone by my side
Now I?m running backward
With broken wings I know I?ll die
Running blind
I?m running blind
Somebody help me see I?m running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
I can?t find the answers
I?ve been crawling on my knees
Looking for anything
To keep me from drowning
I?m running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Have you ever heard of a band called "A Perfect Circle"? I think you'd really like them.
3 Libras (A Perfect Circle)
threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
You can listen to some of their songs on their website:
http://www.aperfectcircle.com/<BR>
Make sure you listen to "The Outsider". Okay yeah, it's because it's one of my favorite songs of theirs 😛
http://www.aperfectcircle.com/<BR>
Make sure you listen to "The Outsider". Okay yeah, it's because it's one of my favorite songs of theirs 😛
My aussie friend got me into them hardcore while he was here. They're like this gem of a band I never knew about. Very talented.
"Weak and Powerless" is also excellent.
And the musicality of "3 Libras" is breathtaking while the lyrics still manage to be very strong.
Oh and they're connected to the band Tool somehow; I can't remember why but something with one of the band members also being in Tool, I think. It talks about it on the website.
The video for "The Outsider" is unspeakably stupid, though. I'm gonna have to pretend they never made it and I never saw it, it's that bad.
of course silly, the lead singer of a perfect circle is the lead singer of tool.🙂
i actually was gonna post 3 libras, u are not allowed to read my mind!
i like it, its like tool but with a softer edge.
i actually was gonna post 3 libras, u are not allowed to read my mind!
i like it, its like tool but with a softer edge.
Ah, but reading minds is what I do. 🙂
It *is* like Tool but with a softer edge. I agree. I think the softer edge is why I like them. I tried Tool a couple times, and although I do like their lyrics and some of the music, it is really, really "hard" for my taste. Maybe I'm just not listening to the right songs for me, or something. I want to like them. Everyone always tells me, "you would really like Tool". lol. Maybe I do, but I just don't know it yet. Perhaps I haven't evolved my music taste enough yet to embrace the totality of Tool.
*deep moment of ponderance and reflection* 🙂
It *is* like Tool but with a softer edge. I agree. I think the softer edge is why I like them. I tried Tool a couple times, and although I do like their lyrics and some of the music, it is really, really "hard" for my taste. Maybe I'm just not listening to the right songs for me, or something. I want to like them. Everyone always tells me, "you would really like Tool". lol. Maybe I do, but I just don't know it yet. Perhaps I haven't evolved my music taste enough yet to embrace the totality of Tool.
*deep moment of ponderance and reflection* 🙂
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Baby, I Need Your Lovin'
(The Four Tops)
Baby, I need your lovin'
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(The Four Tops)
Baby, I need your lovin'
Although you're never near
Your voice I often hear
Another day, another night
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Mine:
Artisti: Eagles
Album: Hotel California
Mine:
Artisti: Eagles
Album: Hotel California
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"Institutionalized" by Suicidal Tendencies
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There?s a reason
for the sunshine sky
there?s a reason
why I?m feelin? so high
must be the season
when that love light shines
all around us
So let that feeling
grab yo
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for the sunshine sky
there?s a reason
why I?m feelin? so high
must be the season
when that love light shines
all around us
So let that feeling
grab yo
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and the livin' is easy
fish are jumpin
and the cotton is high
oh your daddy's rich
and your ma is good lookin'
so hush little baby
don't you cry
One of these mornin's
you're gonna rise up singin'
yes
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and the cotton is high
oh your daddy's rich
and your ma is good lookin'
so hush little baby
don't you cry
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yes
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WEEZER
"Photograph"
If you want it, you can have it
But you've got to learn to reach out there and grab it
'Cause everybody wants some love
Shooting from the stars above
And though my heart will break
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"Photograph"
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But you've got to learn to reach out there and grab it
'Cause everybody wants some love
Shooting from the stars above
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Song: "Rest In Pieces"
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
'Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my spine
You look so beautiful tonight
Song: "Rest In Pieces"
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
'Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my spine
You look so beautiful tonight
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Watchin' TV checkin' Brittney, televised
My guys checkin' out her thighs
And I roll my eyes and sigh
It's not like I even need to be
Competeing with unreality, TV fantasy
Not for a smart girl like me
Somedays it's hard to be a one girl revolution
Chorus: Sometimes I have good days
And it's good to be me
Sometimes I get the best of insecurity
And it's quite alright to be the one and only
But today I feel like
The one and lonely
It's not that I don't know beauty
Is only skin deep
Just the skin I'm in
Not the girl within
But one imperfection takes away my grin
Not that I think I'm ugly
But acne throws me for a backslide
I won't go outside
Make-up can't hide how I feel inside
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Reapeat Chorus.
We all have bad hair days
Those, nothing good about me days
We just keep moving on
Cause they'll be gone
And we'll still be here going on
We have our yesterdays
No lunch cause our jeans don't fit, days
We just keep moving
Cause they'll be gone
And we'll still be here going on
Sometimes I have bad days
And it's hard to be me
Sometimes I get brought down by insecurity
And I have my days where I'm the one and lonely
But today I choose to be the one and only