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  • #91
    Take My Hand by Dido - call me obsessive if you dare

    Touch my skin and tell me what you're thinking,
    Take my hand and show me where we're going
    Lie down next to me, look into my eyes
    And tell me, oh tell me what you're seeing
    So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling,
    What you feel now is what I feel for you

    Take my hand and if I'm lying to you,
    I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you

    See my eyes, they carry your reflection,
    Watch my lips and hear the words I'm telling you
    Give your trust to me and look into my heart
    And show me, show me what you're doing
    So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling,
    What you feel is what I feel for you

    Take my hand and if I'm lying to you,
    I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you
    Take your time, if I'm lying to you,
    I know you'll find that you believe me, you believe me

    Feel the sun on your face and tell me what you're thinking
    Catch the snow on your tongue and show me how it tastes

    Take my hand and if I'm lying to you,
    I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you
    Take your time and if I'm lying to you,
    I know you'll find that you believe me, you believe me
    "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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    • #92
      ME AND YOU AND A DOG NAMED BOO
      Lobo

      I remember to this day
      The bright red Georgia clay
      How it stuck to the tires
      After the summer rain.
      Willpower made that old car go
      A woman's mind told me that it's so
      Oh, how I wish we were back
      On the road again.

      Me and you and a dog named Boo
      Travellin' and livin' off the land.
      Me and you and a dog named Boo
      How I love bein' a free man.
      I can still recall
      The wheat-fields of Saint Paul
      And the manin' we got caught
      Robbin' from an old hen,
      Old MacDonald, he made us work
      But then he paid us for what it was worth
      Another tank of gas and back
      On the road again.

      Me and you . . .

      I'll never forget that day
      We motored stately into big L. A.
      The lights of the city put
      Settlin' down in my brain,
      Though it's only been a month or so
      That old car's buggin' us to go
      You gotta get away and get back
      On the road again.
      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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      • #93
        Album: Pearl Harbour Soundtrack
        Title: There You'll Be
        Artist: Faith Hill



        When I think back
        On these times
        And the dreams
        We left behind
        I’ll be glad 'cause
        I was blessed to get
        To have you in my life
        When I look back
        On these days
        I’ll look and see your face
        You were right there for me

        In my dreams
        I’ll always see your soul
        Above the sky
        In my heart
        There always be a place
        For you for all my life
        I’ll keep a part
        Of you with me
        And everywhere I am
        There you’ll be

        Well you showed me
        How it feels
        To feel the sky
        Within my reach
        And I always
        Will remember all
        The strength you
        Gave to me
        Your love made me
        Make it through
        Oh, I owe so much to you
        You were right there for me

        In my dreams
        I’ll always see your soul
        Above the sky
        In my heart
        There always be a place
        For you for all my life
        I’ll keep a part
        Of you with me
        And everywhere I am
        There you’ll be

        'Cause I always saw in you
        My light, my strength
        And I want to thank you
        Now for all the ways
        You were right there for me
        You were right there for me
        For always

        In my dreams
        I’ll always see your soul
        Above the sky
        In my heart
        There always be a place
        For you for all my life
        I’ll keep a part
        Of you with me
        And everywhere I am
        There you’ll be
        "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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        • #94
          LAteralus by Tool

          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 burn.

          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 thru 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.
          Spiral out. Keep going.



          Burn by NIN

          This world rejects me
          This world threw me away
          This world never gave me a chance
          This world's gonna have to pay

          I don't believe in your institutions
          I did what you wanted me to
          Like the cancer in the system
          I've got a little surprise for you

          Something inside of me, has opened up its eyes
          Why did you put it there? Did you not realize
          This thing inside of me, it screams the loudest sound
          Sometimes I think I could
          Burn

          I look down there where you're standing
          Flock of sheep out on display
          Saw your lives burned up around you
          I can take it all away

          Something inside of me, has opened up its eyes
          Why did you put it there? Did you not realize
          This thing inside of me, it screams the loudest sound
          Sometimes I think I could
          I'm gonna burn this whole world down

          I never was a part of you (burn)

          I am your savior (burn)
          I am corruption (burn)
          I am the angel (burn)
          Of your destruction (burn)
          I am perversion (burn)
          Secret desire (burn)
          I am your future (burn)
          Swallowed all up in fire

          El Phantasmo & The Chicken-Run Blast-O-Rama by WHite ZOmbie

          Yeah! I Penetrate the demons
          Their teardrops burn away my eyes
          I love the paper-thin cry of the locust
          Is there any other way to die?
          Find me another hell
          And the deathbird ride
          Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, the mother****er!

          Yeah! I'm down-drifting slowly
          Going close enough to the sky
          New world gone slay the devil
          Can you show me a better way to die?

          Find me another hell
          And the deathbird ride
          Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, the mother****er!

          New lovers bang the corpses
          Eat the rain and don't ask why
          I am a plague in an 18-wheeler
          Get behind the wheel, I'm gonna drive!
          "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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          • #95
            Snoopy versus the Red Baron
            Royal Guardsmen, from the album "Snoopy's Christmas"

            O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum, [Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree]
            du kannst mir sehr gefallen! [Of all the trees most lovely]

            The news had come out in the First World War
            The bloody Red Baron was flying once more
            The Allied command ignored all of its men
            And called on Snoopy to do it again.

            Twas the night before Christmas, 40 below
            When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
            He spied the Red Baron, fiercely they fought
            With ice on his wings Snoopy knew he was caught.

            Christmas bells those Christmas bells
            Ring out from the land
            Asking peace of all the world
            And good will to man

            The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
            He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight
            Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know
            Or was it the bells from the village below.

            Christmas bells those Christmas bells
            Ringing through the land
            Bringing peace to all the world
            And good will to man

            The Baron made Snoopy fly to the Rhine
            And forced him to land behind the enemy lines
            Snoopy was certain that this was the end
            When the Baron cried out, "Merry Christmas, my friend"

            The Baron then offered a holiday toast
            And Snoopy, our hero, saluted his host
            And then with a roar they were both on their way
            Each knowing they'd meet on some other day.

            Christmas bells those Christmas bells
            Ringing through the land
            Bringing peace to all the world
            And good will to man
            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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            • #96
              F.O.D. by Greenday

              Somethings on my mind
              It's been for quite some time
              This time I'm on to you
              So where's the other face
              The face I heard before
              Your head trip's boring me
              Let's nuke the bridge we torched
              2000 times before
              This time we'll blast it all
              To hell
              I've had this burning in my guts
              Now for so long
              My belly's aching now to say
              Stuck down in a rutt
              Of dislogic and smutt
              A side of you well hid
              When it's all said and done
              It's real and it's been fun
              But was it all REAL fun?
              Let's nuke the bridge we torched
              2000 times before
              This time we'll blast it all
              To hell
              I've had this burning in my guts
              Now for so long
              My belly's aching now to say
              You're just a ****
              I cant explain it cuz I think you suck
              I'm taking pride on telling you to **** off and die
              I've had this burning in my guts
              Now for so long
              My belly's achin now to say
              I'm taking pleasure in the doubts I've passed to you
              So listen up as you bite this
              "Good night"
              "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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              • #97
                Stand Back
                Stevie Nicks


                No one looked as I walked by
                Just an invitation would have been just fine
                Said no to him again and again
                First he took my heart then he ran

                No one knows how I feel
                What I say unless you read between my lines
                One man walked away from me
                First he took my hand take me home

                Stand back stand back
                In the middle of my room
                I did not hear from you
                It's alright it's alright
                To be standing in a line
                Standing in a line
                I would cry

                Do not turn away my friend
                Like a willow I can bend
                No man calls my name
                No man came

                So I walked on down away from you
                Maybe your attention was more
                Than you could do
                One man did not call
                He asked me for my love
                And that was all

                Stand back stand back
                In the middle of my room
                I did not hear from you
                It's alright it's alright
                To be standing in a line
                Standing in a line
                Standing in a line

                So I walked on down the line
                Away from you
                Maybe your attention was more
                Than I could do
                One man did not call
                Well he asked me for my love
                That was all
                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                • #98
                  Look What Have They've Done To My Song Ma
                  New Seekers

                  Look what they've done to my song, Ma
                  Look what they've done to my song
                  Well it's the only thing I could do half right
                  And it's turning out all wrong
                  Look what they've done to my song

                  Wish I could find a good book to live in
                  Wish I could find a good book to live in
                  I'd never have to come out and
                  Look what they've done to my song

                  Look what they've done to my brain, Ma
                  Well they've cook it like a chicken bone
                  I think I'm half insane, Ma
                  Look what they've done to my brain

                  Ils ont changé ma chanson Ma
                  Ils ont changé ma chanson
                  C'est le seul chose je peux fais
                  Est-ce-que n'est pas bonne, Ma?
                  Ils ont changé ma chanson

                  Look what they've done to my song, Ma
                  Look what they've done to my song
                  Well they've tied it up in a plastic bag
                  Then turned it upside down
                  Look what they've done to my song
                  La, la, la, la...

                  Well it's the only thing I could do half right
                  And it's turning out all wrong
                  Look what they've done to my song, Ma
                  Oh Mama
                  Well they've cook it like a chicken bone
                  Look what they've done to my song, Ma
                  Look what they've done to my song, Ma
                  Look what they've done to my song, Ma

                  Look what they've done to my song, Ma!
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                  • #99
                    Macho Man by The Villiage People

                    Listen here

                    Every man wants to be a macho man
                    To have the kind of body always in demand
                    Joggin' in the mornings, go man go
                    Work up to the hill's top, muscles grow
                    You can best believe me
                    He's a macho man
                    Glad he took you down with anyone you can
                    Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

                    Macho, macho man
                    I gotta be a macho man
                    Macho macho man
                    I gotta be a macho

                    Macho, macho man
                    I gotta be a macho man
                    Macho macho man
                    I gotta be a macho

                    Body, my body, body, wanna feel my body
                    Body, baby, body, body, come and thrill my body
                    Body, baby, body, body, love to funk, my body
                    Body, baby, body, body, it's so hot, my body

                    So hot, yeah my body
                    Allright

                    Everyman ought to be a macho, macho man
                    To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand

                    Have your own lifestyles and ideals
                    Access the strip of competence, that's the skill
                    You can best believe that he's a macho man
                    He's the special god son in anybody's land
                    hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

                    Macho, macho man
                    I gotta be a macho man
                    Macho macho man
                    I gotta be a macho

                    Macho, macho man
                    I gotta be a macho man
                    Macho macho man
                    I gotta be a macho

                    Macho, macho man
                    I gotta be a macho man
                    Macho macho man
                    I gotta be a macho

                    I gotta be a macho man
                    I gotta be a mucho mucho, macho macho man
                    I gotta be a macho

                    Evil WOman by The Doobie Brothers

                    Well, the light's turnin' gray, nearly eve'ry day
                    Come a walkin' into town and try to find the way
                    Well, I've only got a nickel, got to score myself a dime
                    And try to make it 'til tomorrow, buy a little more time

                    Evil woman, evil woman
                    Evil woman

                    Well, my damsel she's a woman with coal black hair
                    Don't you look her in her eye when she starts to stare
                    'Cause her beauty drive you crazy
                    And her potions steal your soul
                    No matter how you beg her she don't ever let you go
                    Well, you can cry, you can plead
                    It won't help you none
                    She'll keep you in the shadows, never see the sun
                    Try to run, try to hide
                    Find a place to stay
                    No matter where you go you can't get away

                    Evil woman, evil woman
                    Evil woman, oh

                    For evil woman set my life free
                    I can't go on livin' this way, no
                    Evil woman set my life free
                    Pullin' me down, down
                    I can't go on this way
                    Down, down my head will go against the floor again
                    Down, down my head will go against the floor again
                    Down, down I can't go on this way
                    Down, down my head will go again
                    Down, down I can't go on this way
                    Down, down my head will go again
                    Down, down I can't go on this way
                    Down, down my head will go again
                    Down, down I can't go on this way
                    Down, down, down

                    Well, the light's turnin' gray
                    Nearly ev'ry day
                    Come a walkin' into town
                    Try to find my way
                    I said I only got a nickel
                    Got to score myself a dime
                    Try to make it 'til tomorrow
                    Buy a little more time
                    My damsel she's a woman with coal black hair
                    Don't you look her in her eye when she starts to stare
                    'Cause her beauty drive you crazy
                    And her potions steal your soul
                    No matter how you beg her she don't ever let you go


                    Evil woman, evil woman
                    Evil woman

                    This is It by Kenny Loggins and Michale McDonald

                    There’ve been times in my life
                    I’ve been wondering why
                    Still somehow I believe
                    We’ll always survive

                    Now I’m not so sure you’re waiting to hear
                    One good reason to try
                    But what more can I say
                    What’s left to provide

                    (You think that maybe it’s over)
                    (Only if you want it to be)
                    Are you gonna wait for a sign, your miracle
                    Stand up and fight

                    (This is it) Make no mistake where you are
                    (This is it) Your back’s to the corner
                    (This is it) Don’t be a fool anymore
                    (This is it) The waiting is over

                    No room to run, nowhere to hide
                    No time for wonderin’ why
                    It’s here, the moment is now
                    Your time to decide

                    Let him believe or leave him behind
                    But keep me near in your heart
                    Know whatever you do
                    I’m here by your side

                    (You say that maybe it’s over)
                    (Not if you want it to be)
                    For once in your life here’s your miracle
                    Stand up and fight

                    (This is it) Make no mistake where you are
                    (This is it) You’re goin’ no further
                    (This is it) Until it’s over and done

                    (No one can tell you for you know)
                    Oh…ho…ho…
                    (Who makes the choice of how it goes)
                    It’s not up to me this time
                    (You know) Comes a day in every life

                    (This is it) Make no mistake where you are
                    (This is it) You’re goin’ no further
                    (This is it) Until it’s over and done
                    (This is it) One way or another

                    (This is it) No one can tell what the future holds
                    (This is it) Your back’s to the corner
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • Slow Motion
                      by Third Eye Blind

                      Miss Jones taught me English
                      But I think I just shot her son
                      'Cause he owed me money
                      With a bullet in the chest you cannot run
                      Now he's bleeding in a vacant lot
                      The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
                      I guess I didn't mean it
                      But man, you shoulda seen it
                      His flesh explode
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      We tend to die young
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      What a brother knows
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      Now the cops will get me
                      But girl, if you would let me
                      I'll take your pants off
                      I got a little bit of blow we could both get off
                      Later bathing in the afterglow
                      Two lines of coke I cut with Drano
                      And her nose starts to bleed
                      A most beautiful ruby red
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      We'll remember these days
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      Urban life decays
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      And at home
                      My sister's eating paint chips again
                      Maybe that's why she's insane
                      I shut the door to her moaning
                      And I shoot smack in my veins
                      Wouldn't you?
                      See my neighbor's beating his wife
                      Because he hates his life
                      There's a knock to his fist as he swings
                      Oh man, what a beautiful thing
                      And death slides close to me
                      Won't grow old to be
                      A junkie wino creep
                      Hollywood glamorized my wrath
                      I'm a young urban psychopath
                      I incite murder for your entertainment
                      'Cause I needed the money
                      What's your excuse?
                      The joke's on you
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      Oh yeah
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      Slow motion see me let go
                      "The issue is there are still many people out there that use religion as a crutch for bigotry and hate. Like Ben."
                      Ben Kenobi: "That means I'm doing something right. "

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                      • Great Big WHite World by Marilyn Manson

                        In space the stars are no nearer
                        They just glitter like a morgue
                        And I dreamed I was a spaceman
                        Burned like a moth in a flame
                        And our world was so ****ing gone

                        But I'm not attached to your world
                        Nothing heals and nothing grows

                        Because it's a great big white world
                        And we are drained of our colors
                        We used to love ourselves
                        We used to love one another
                        All my stitches itch
                        My prescription's low, I wish you
                        Were queen
                        Just for today
                        In a world so white what else could I say?

                        And hell was so cold
                        All the vases are so broken
                        And the roses tear our hands all open
                        Mother mary miscarry
                        But we pray just like insects
                        The world is so ugly now

                        Because it's a great big white world
                        And we are drained of our colors
                        We used to love ourselves
                        We used to love one another
                        All my stitches itch
                        My prescription's low, I wish you
                        Were queen
                        Just for today
                        In a world so white what else could I say?
                        "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                        • Destination Unknown
                          Jeff Lynne
                          Electric Light Orchestra

                          I'm getting outta here cause there's too many complications
                          Yeah I'm getting outta here don't get driven any information
                          And if they ask you for a number to call just say I'm gone that's all

                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Destination unknown, I'll be gone, gone, gone
                          Destination unknown, Destination unknown

                          If anybody wants me just say you don't know the address
                          Cause I've had enough of the confusion and the madness
                          And should anybody ever try to stall, just say I'm gone that's all

                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Destination unknown, I'll be gone, gone, gone
                          Destination unknown, Destination unknown

                          I'm tired of playing other peoples games
                          Tired of waiting for some things to change

                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Destination unknown, I'll be gone, gone, gone
                          Destination unknown, Destination unknown

                          I'm tired of playing other peoples games
                          Tired of waiting for some things to change

                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Destination unknown, I'll be gone, gone, gone
                          Destination unknown, Destination unknown

                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Destination unknown, I'll be gone, gone, gone
                          Destination unknown, Destination unknown

                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Destination unknown, I'm a long way from home
                          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                          • Astonishing Panorama of the End TImes by Marilyn Manson

                            the boy's got a head like an atom bomb
                            hang him from a cross like the number one son
                            and he's been waiting so long
                            to get it on
                            the boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge
                            wants to break out from his Jesus cage
                            he's already torn out the last page
                            it's the 'latest rage'
                            Violence for the people
                            they always eat the hand that bleeds
                            Violence for the people
                            give the kids what they need
                            Kill your god, Kill your god
                            Kill your TV
                            the boy's purified by the quitter gods
                            burning up his cross like a revelation
                            and his glass jaw opens
                            like a puppet head
                            Violence for the people
                            they always eat the hand that bleeds
                            Violence for the people
                            give the kids what they need
                            Kill your god, Kill your god
                            Kill your TV
                            this is what you should fear
                            you are what you should fear
                            "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                            • A Girl From Port Arthur, Texas

                              Cry Baby
                              Pearl
                              Janis Joplin


                              Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,
                              Honey, welcome back home.

                              I know she told you,
                              Honey I know she told you that she loved you
                              Much more than I did,
                              But all I know is that she left you,
                              And you swear that you just don’t know why,
                              But you know, honey I’ll always,
                              I’ll always be around if you ever want me
                              Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,
                              Oh honey, welcome back home.

                              Don’t you know, honey,
                              Ain’t nobody ever gonna love you
                              The way I try to do ?
                              Who’ll take all your pain,
                              Honey, your heartache, too ?
                              And if you need me, you know
                              That I’ll always be around if you ever want me
                              Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,
                              Oh daddy, like you always saying to do.

                              And when you walk around the world, babe,
                              You said you’d try to look for the end of the road,
                              You might find out later that the road’ll end in Detroit,
                              Honey, the road’ll even end in Kathmandu.
                              You can go all around the world
                              Trying to find something to do with your life, baby,
                              When you only gotta do one thing well,
                              You only gotta do one thing well to make it in this world, babe.
                              You got a woman waiting for you there,
                              All you ever gotta do is be a good man one time to one woman
                              And that’ll be the end of the road, babe,
                              I know you got more tears to share, babe,
                              So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
                              And cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby.

                              And if you ever feel a little lonely, dear,
                              I want you to come on, come on to your mama now,
                              And if you ever want a little love of a woman
                              Come on and baby baby baby babe babe baby now
                              Cry baby yeah.
                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • SEPTEMBER MORN
                                Written by Neil Diamond and Gilbert Becaud

                                Stay for just a while
                                Stay, and let me look at you
                                It's been so long, I hardly knew you
                                Standing in the door
                                Stay with me a while
                                I only wanna talk to you
                                We've traveled halfway 'round the world
                                To find ourselves again
                                September morn
                                We danced until the night became a brand new day
                                Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
                                September morning still can make me feel that way

                                Look at what you've done
                                Why, you've become a grown-up girl
                                I still can hear you crying
                                In a corner of your room
                                And look how far we've come
                                So far from where we used to be
                                But not so far that we've forgotten
                                How it was before

                                September morn
                                Do you remember how we danced that night away
                                Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
                                September morning still can make me feel that way
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                                SHAME
                                Words and Music by Neil Diamond and Hal Ketchum

                                The end of the road is lonesome and cold;
                                ain't no place for makin' a stand.
                                I got too much of you on my mind,
                                too much time on my hands.
                                Some people say there just ain't no way
                                we can hold on
                                and see this thing through.
                                I don't care what they say;
                                they never loved one like you.

                                Shame: it comes in ev'ry size,
                                touches many lives, knocks on many doors.
                                Shame: I've seen it in your eyes.
                                They hurt you with their lies,
                                but words don't count at all.
                                'Cause I don't care what they say;
                                there ain't no shame in loving you.

                                I remember the day that I drove you away;
                                Lord, that whistle gave a lonesome moan.
                                That train that took you away,
                                it's gonna bring you back home.
                                And I'll be standing right there
                                in the cold morning air
                                when that train comes a rollin' in.
                                Lorene, once you're back in my arms,
                                you won't be leaving again.

                                Shame: it comes in ev'ry size,
                                touches many lives, knocks on many doors.
                                Shame: I've seen it in your eyes.
                                They hurt you with their lies;
                                their words don't count at all.
                                And I don't care what they say;
                                there ain't no shame in loving you.
                                No, I don't care what they say;
                                there ain't no shame in loving you.
                                Me, I don't care what they say;
                                there ain't no shame loving you.
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                                THE STORY OF MY LIFE
                                Words and music by Neil Diamond

                                The story of my life is very plain to read
                                It starts the day you came
                                And ends the day you leave
                                The story of my life begins and ends with you
                                The names are still the same
                                And the story's still the truth

                                I was alone.
                                You found me waiting and made me your own
                                I was afraid
                                That somehow I never could be a man that you wanted of me

                                You're the story of my life, and every word is true
                                Each chapter sings your name
                                Each page begins with you
                                It's the story of our times and never letting go
                                If I die today, I wannted yo to know

                                Stay with me here
                                Share with me, care with me
                                Stay and be near
                                and when it began I'd lie awake every night
                                Just knowing somewhere deep inside
                                That our affair just might write

                                The story of my life is very plain to read
                                It starts the day you came
                                It ends the day you leave
                                "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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