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  • Posted simply cos I think it's quite cool...

    The Beatles - Ob La Di, Ob La Da

    Desmond has a barrow in the market place,
    Molly is the singer in a band
    Desmond says to Molly "Girl I like your face"
    and Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.

    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.
    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.

    Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers stores,
    buys a twenty carat golden ring.
    Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door,
    and as he gives it to her she begins to sing.

    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.
    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.

    In a couple of years, they have built a home, sweet home.
    With a couple of kids running in the yard, of Desmond and Molly Jones.

    Happy ever after in the market place,
    Desmond lets the children lend a hand.
    Molly stays at home and does her pretty face,
    And in the evening she's a singer with the band.

    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.
    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.

    In a couple of years, they have built a home, sweet home.
    With a couple of kids running in the yard, of Desmond and Molly Jones.

    Happy ever after in the market place,
    Molly lets the children lend a hand.
    Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face,
    And in the evening she's a singer with the band.

    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.
    Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on.
    "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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    • Parabola by Tool

      We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
      We are Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
      This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

      This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
      This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

      Alive

      This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

      This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
      This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...
      Of what it means to be alive

      Swirling round with this familiar parable.
      Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
      Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
      chance to be alive and breathing
      chance to be alive and breathing.

      This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
      Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
      All this pain is an illusion.

      Parabol by Tool

      So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
      This one, this form I hold now.
      Embracing you, this reality here,
      This one, this form I hold now, so
      Wide eyed and hopeful.
      Wide eyed and hopefully wild.

      We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
      Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
      This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
      This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
      "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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      • Done by many artists, including The Sandpipers and Trini Lopez. It's for me.

        Guantanamera
        Lyrics : J.M. Rivat
        Music : P. Seeger - H. Angulo - J. Marty

        Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
        Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
        Yo soy un hombre sincero,
        De don de crece la palma,
        Yo soy un hombre sincero,
        De don de crece la palma,
        Yantes des morirme guiero,
        Echar mis versos del alma,
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
        Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

        Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
        Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
        I'm just a man who is trying
        To do some good before dying,
        To ask each man and his brother,
        To bear no ill toward each other.
        This life will never be hollow,
        To those who listen and follow.
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
        I write my rhymes with no learning,
        And yet with truth they are burning,
        But is the world waiting for them?
        Or will they all just ignore them?
        Have I a poet's illusion,
        A dream to die in seclusion?
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
        Guantanamera, guajira; guantanamera,
        A little brook on a mountain,
        The cooling spray of a fountain,
        Arouse in me an emotion,
        More than the vast boundless ocean,
        For there's a wealth beyond measure,
        In little things that we treasure,
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
        Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
        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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        • triple shot of ............Chicago


          ------------------------------

          COLOR MY WORLD

          As time goes on, I realize
          Just what you mean to me.
          And now, now that you're near,
          Promise your love that I've waited to share
          And dreams of our moments together.
          Color my world with hopes of loving you.

          ---------------------------------------------------------
          HERE IN MY HEART

          I keep on thinking,
          I should be free,
          this time just sleepin' alone,
          ..with 17 reasons,
          not to believe,
          nothing goes,everybody knows,
          like you always wanted to be,
          chorus::
          but here in my heart..
          theres a dream thats unbroken,
          and it gets in my way,
          but it wont be denied,
          oooh here in my heart,
          the door is still open,
          waiting for you,
          to walk into my life,
          what I've been feeling,
          I cant explain,
          lost in the blues of your eyes,.
          and im falling so hard!
          .just like the rain..
          comes a time when you cross the line
          and you know you got to believe..
          chorus::
          cause here in my heart,
          theres a dream thats unbroken,
          and it gets in my way,
          but it wont be denied,
          ooh here in my heart,
          the door is still open,
          waiting for you..
          to walk into my life..
          i know..i may never sleep again..
          till i see you..
          oh baby i know, (i know)
          life is too short,
          and I cant pretend.
          its not about you.. (not about you..)
          cant do without you..
          chorus::
          but here in my heart..
          theres a dream thats unbroken,
          and it gets in my way, (gets in my way)
          but it wont be denied,
          oooh here in my heart, (here in my heart)
          the door is still open,
          waiting for you,
          to walk into my life,
          theres a dream thats unbroken
          it gets in my way..
          but it wont be denied
          here in my heart..
          the door is still open,
          waiting for you..
          to walk into my life..
          (in my life)
          (in my life)
          (in my life)
          (in my life).....


          --------------------------------------
          HEART IN PIECES

          Only you can touch me with your dark eyes
          with a look that burns like fire through the lonely night.
          Sometimes I run, but I can never hide
          from the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky.

          When you hear the thunder,
          when you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down,
          it's just my heart in pieces.
          When I feel the hunger,
          when I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
          it's my heart in pieces.


          No one cuts through my soul like you can.
          I'm naked to the bone beside your empty hand.
          I see your face and I remember.
          I'm a prisoner of your fate,
          I'm a loser in the race.


          When you hear the thunder,
          when you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down,
          it's just my heart in pieces.
          When I feel the hunger,
          when I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
          it's my heart in pieces.


          I walk the fine line
          between fire and the ice.
          The memory lives on.
          There's always something to remind me.
          Every teardrop falling
          when your voice keeps calling.
          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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          • Triple Ace of base...so sue me already!

            Life Is A Flower

            We live in a free world
            I whistle down the wind
            Carry on smiling
            And the world will smile with you
            Life is a flower
            So precious in your hand
            Carry on smiling
            And the world will smile with you

            When every race is run
            And the day is closing in
            I don't care about the world
            I'm living for the light
            Don't cry for me today, ah-ah ah...

            We live in a free world
            I whistle down the wind...

            I can not be your judge
            Mr. Jailer is your host
            He's keeping you inside
            And hides you from the world
            No catcher in the rye
            Can help you from yourself

            We live in a free world
            I whistle down the wind...

            Please Mr. Agony
            Release them for a while
            Learn them the consequences of
            Living without life


            Always Have, Always Will

            Always have, always will
            I was mesmerised when I first met you
            Wouldn't let myself believe
            The you could step right out of my wildest dreams
            But you didn't know
            That secret part of me
            Until we kissed and made it open up so easily

            I always have
            Even when it didn't show
            I always will
            You know that I just wanna touch you
            Whenever you're close to me
            I always have
            Doesn't matter where we go
            I always will
            You know that I just wanna show you
            Just how much you mean to me
            Always have, always will

            Everything that you give in to
            Everything you'll ever need
            Is locked up somewhere deep inside of me
            And you gotta know
            But more importantly
            You've got to stay and hold me while we live this fantasy

            I always have
            Even when it didn't show
            I always will
            You know that I just wanna touch you
            Whenever you're close to me
            I always have
            Doesn't matter where we go
            I always will
            You know that I just wanna show you
            Just how much you mean to me

            Sometimes we try too hard to please
            We should have let love come naturally
            And sometimes I don't know
            Just what you really do to me
            That is okay
            'Cause it's all part of the mystery

            I always have
            Even when it didn't show
            I always will
            You know that I just wanna touch you
            Whenever you're close to me
            I always have
            Doesn't matter where we go
            I always will
            You know that I just wanna show you
            Just how much you mean to me


            Don't Turn Around (originally by Aswad)

            If you wanna leave
            I won't beg you to say
            And if you gotta go darling
            Maybe it's better that way
            I'm gonna be strong
            I'm gonna do fine
            Don't worry about this heart of mine
            Just walk out the door
            See if I care
            Go on and go, but

            Don't turn around
            'Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
            Don't turn around
            I don't want you seeing me cry
            Just walk away
            It's tearing me apart that you're leaving
            I'm letting you go
            But I won't let you go

            I won't miss your arms around me
            Holding me tight
            And if you ever think about me
            Just know that I'll be alright
            I'm gonna be strong
            I'm gonna do fine
            Don't worry about this heart of mine
            I will survive
            I'll make it through
            I'll even learn to live without you

            Don't turn around...

            I wish I could scream out loud
            That I love you
            I wish I could say to you
            Don't go
            As he walks away
            He feels the pain growing strong
            People in your life
            They don't know what's going on
            Too proud to turn around
            He's gone

            Don't turn around...
            "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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            • Wait? Someone listening TOOL, too??!? for you! I thought this forum lacked metal/prog/alt-people.
              You make my life and times
              A book of bluesy Saturdays

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              • ade: look at my name. lol. My fav band is marilyn manson

                so here he is

                My MOnkey

                i had a little monkey
                I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
                along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
                and now my monkey's dead
                at least he looks that way
                but then again don't we all
                what I make is what I am, I can't be forever
                I had a little monkey
                I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
                along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo
                and now my monkey's dead
                poor little monkey
                make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout
                what I make is what I am, I can't live forever
                we are our own wicked gods
                with little g's and big dicks
                sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
                I had a little monkey and I sent him to the country
                and I fed him on gingerbread
                along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo
                and now my monkey's dead
                the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
                of his own mind's dissonance



                Mister SUperstar

                hey mister superstar,
                i'll do anything for you
                hey mister superstar,
                i'm your number one fan
                hey mister porno star,
                i,i,i,i want you
                hey mister SICKly star,
                i want to get sick from you
                hey mister fallen star,
                don't you know i worship you?
                hey mister big rock star,
                i wanna grow up just like you

                i know that i can turn you on
                i wish i could just turn you off
                i never wanted this

                hey mister super hate,
                i just want to love you
                hey, hey, hey, mister super****,
                i wanna go down on you
                hey mister supergod,
                will you answer my prayers?
                hey, hey, hey mister superman
                i want to be your little girl

                i know i can turn you on
                i wish that i could just turn you off
                i never wanted this

                hey mister superstar,
                i'll kill myself for you.
                i'll kill you if i can't have you
                superstar, super **** baby, superstar, super****, baby....
                "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 Song For The People


                  Grandfather, Great Spirit
                  I give you thanks
                  That we can sit here
                  In this circle of Life,
                  We send Prayers
                  And the very best thoughts

                  Grandmother Great Spirit
                  As we raise this sacred pipe
                  To give thanks to you
                  And to all of your Creation,
                  We give thanks
                  To the spirit helpers
                  Who came and sat among us.

                  Grandfather, Most sacred one,
                  These are your prayers
                  That we send to you
                  As we sit here together and pray

                  Grandmother your children are crying.
                  Grandfather your children are dying.
                  The hands of greed
                  And the hands of lust for power
                  Have been laid on them
                  And all around is death and desolation
                  The gifts you made, for all your children
                  Stolen,
                  And laid to waste
                  In a monstrous desecration.

                  Grandmother Great Spirit,
                  As we sit and pray together
                  We send you this prayer of affirmation-
                  We your children whom you created in your likeness and image-
                  We will reach out,
                  And we will dry our tears
                  And heal the hurts of each other.
                  Our sisters and brothers are hurting bad,
                  And our children, they see no future.

                  We know Grandfather, that you gave us a sacred power,
                  But it seems like we don't know its purpose
                  So now we've learned as we sat together,
                  The name of that power is love,
                  Invincible, irresistible, overwhelming power,
                  This power you gave us we are going to use,
                  We'll dry the tears of those who cry
                  And heal the hurts of them that are hurting.

                  Yes Grandmother,
                  We'll give you our hands
                  And in our hearts and minds and bodies
                  We dedicate our lives to affirmation.
                  We will not wait nor hesitate,
                  As we walk on this sacred earth
                  We will learn together to celebrate
                  The ways of peace, and harmony, and tranquillity,
                  That come,And in the world around us.
                  Thank you Grandfather for this prayer.
                  "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                  • Going Down Slow
                    Howlin' Wolf

                    (spoken: Man, you know I've enjoyin' things that kings and queens will never have
                    In fact, things kings and queens can't never get
                    And they don't even know about it
                    And good times? mmmmmmmmm-mmmh)

                    I have had my fun, if I never get well no more
                    I have had my fun, if I never get well no more
                    Whoa, my health is fadin'
                    Oh yes, I'm goin' down slow

                    (spoken: Now looky here
                    I did not say I was a millionaire
                    But I said I have spent more money than a millionaire
                    'Cause if I had kept all of the money I had already spent,
                    I'd would have been a millionaire a long time ago
                    And women? Well, Googly Moogly)

                    Please write my mama
                    Tell her the shape I'm in
                    Please write my mama
                    Tell her the shape I'm in
                    Tell her pray for me
                    Forgive me for my sins
                    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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                    • 1965 The Lovin´Spoonful "Do You Believe In Magic"
                      Kama Sutra Records



                      Do You Believe In Magic (John Sebastian)

                      Do you believe in magic
                      In a young girl's heart
                      How the music can free her
                      Whenever it starts, and it's magic
                      If the music is groovy
                      It makes you feel happy like an old time movie
                      I'll tell you 'bout the magic, and it'll free your soul
                      But it's like tryin' to tell a stranger 'bout-a rock 'n' roll

                      If you believe in magic
                      Don't bother to choose
                      If it's jug band music
                      Or rhythm and blues, just go and listen
                      It'll start with a smile
                      That won't wipe off your face, no matter how hard you try
                      Your feet start tappin' and you can't seem to find
                      How you got there so just blow your mind

                      If you believe in magic
                      Come along with me
                      We'll dance until morning
                      'Til there's just you and me, and maybe
                      If the music is right
                      I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night
                      And we'll go out dancin', baby, then you'll see
                      How the magic's in the music and the music's in me

                      Yeah
                      Do you believe in magic, yeah
                      Believe in the magic of a young girl's soul
                      Believe in the magic of-a rock 'n' roll
                      Believe in the magic that can set you free, ah...
                      Talkin' 'bout magic
                      (do you believe like I believe)
                      Do you believe in magic
                      (do you believe like I believe)
                      Do you believe, believe
                      (do you believe like I believe)
                      Do you believe in magic
                      (do you believe like I believe)
                      "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                      • Me gustas tu

                        MANo CHAU

                        Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu.

                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas.
                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.
                        Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu.
                        Que horas son, mi corazón.

                        Me gusta la moto, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta correr, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta volver, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta marijuana, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta colombiana, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la montaña, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la noche, me gustas tu.

                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas.
                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.
                        Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu.
                        Que horas son, mi corazón.

                        Me gusta la cena, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la vecina, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta su cocina, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta camelar, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta el regaee, me gustas tu.

                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas.
                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.
                        Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu.
                        Que horas son, mi corazón.

                        Me gusta la canela, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta el fuego, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta menear, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la Coruña, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta Malasaña, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta la castaña, me gustas tu.
                        Me gusta Guatemala, me gustas tu.

                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas.
                        Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.
                        Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu.
                        Que horas son, mi corazón

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                        • Tostaki
                          Noir Desir

                          nous survolons des villes
                          (des) autoroutes en friche
                          diagonales perdues
                          et des droites au hasard
                          des femmes sans visage
                          à l'atterissage
                          soyons désinvoltes
                          n'ayons l'air de rien
                          para la queja mexica
                          este sueño de america
                          celebremos la aluna
                          de siempre, ahorita
                          et les branleurs trainent
                          dans la rue
                          et ils envoient ça aux étoiles
                          perdues
                          encore combien à attendre
                          combien à attendre
                          combien à attendre
                          encore combien à attendre
                          tostaky
                          le fond du continent
                          l'or du nouveau monde
                          pyramides jetables
                          hommes d'affaires impécables
                          quand la pluie de sagesse
                          pourrit sur les trottoirs
                          notre mère la terre
                          étonne moi
                          para la queja mexica
                          este sueño de america
                          celebremos la aluna
                          de siempre, ahorita
                          pendre les fantômes
                          cortez
                          et pourrir à l'ombre
                          cortez
                          de l'Amérique vendue
                          à des girophares crûs
                          pour des nouveaux faisceaux
                          pour des nouveaux soleils
                          pour des nouveaux rayons
                          pour des nouveaux soleils
                          aqui para nosotros
                          aqui para nosotros
                          aqui para nosotros
                          aqui para nosotros etc.
                          tostaky
                          bien reçu
                          tous les messages
                          ils disent qu'ils ont compris
                          qu'il n'y a plus le choix
                          que l'esprit qui souffle
                          guidera leurs pas
                          qu'arrivent les derniers temps où
                          nous pourrons parler
                          alors soyons désinvoltes
                          n'ayons l'air de rien
                          soyons désinvoltes
                          n'ayons l'air de rien
                          soyons désinvoltes
                          n'ayons l'air de rien

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                          • I Remember by STabbing WEstward

                            Do you ever wonder where
                            We would be if we'd have tried
                            A little harder?
                            It seems like yesterday
                            That we were making plans
                            For the future

                            But it's been so long
                            Since I have known the truth
                            These dreams we've left abandoned

                            And I'm haunted by your face
                            And the memory of your kisses
                            Sweet kisses

                            Do you remember?
                            I still remember so much
                            I remember never feeling so alive
                            Do you remember?
                            I still can't forget your touch
                            We swore that we would never end
                            We knew our love transcend space and time

                            These memories slip away
                            The ghost of what we were
                            Is fading

                            But there is no more pain
                            Which is funny 'cause that night
                            I was dying
                            I was dying

                            Now I don't even recognize
                            The girl I swore that someday
                            I would marry

                            But I can't forget her face
                            And I can't forget her kisses
                            Sweet kisses

                            Do you remember?
                            I still remember so much
                            I remember always feeling so alive
                            Do you remember?
                            I still can't forget your touch
                            We swore that we would never end
                            We knew our love transcend space and time

                            Do you remember?
                            I still remember so much
                            I remember never feeling so alive
                            Do you remember?
                            I still can't forget your touch
                            Or how we swore that we would never be alone
                            Do you remember?
                            I still remember so much
                            I remember never feeling so alive
                            Do you remember?
                            'Cause I still can't forget your touch
                            We swore that we would never end
                            We knew our love transcend space and time
                            Do you remember?
                            God I remember so much
                            "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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                            • I Only Have Eyes For You
                              -Art Garfunkel


                              My love must be a kind of blind love
                              I can't see anyone but you

                              Are the stars out tonight?
                              I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
                              I only have eyes for you, dear

                              The moon may be high
                              But I can't see a thing in the sky
                              'Cause I only have eyes for you

                              I don't know if we're in a garden
                              Or on a crowded avenue

                              You are here, so am I
                              Maybe millions of people go by
                              But they all disappear from view
                              And I only have eyes for you

                              The moon may be high
                              But I can't see a thing in the sky
                              'Cause I only have eyes for you

                              You are here, so am I
                              Maybe millions of people go by
                              But they all disappear from view

                              I don't know if we're in a garden
                              Or on a crowded avenue

                              You are here, so am I
                              Maybe millions of people go by
                              But they all disappear from view
                              And I only have eyes for you


                              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                              • Wicked Garden by Stone Temple Piolots

                                Can you feel like a child?
                                Can you see what I want?
                                I wanna run through your
                                wicked garden
                                Heard that's the place to find
                                ya
                                But I'm alive now
                                So alive now
                                I know the darkness blinds
                                you

                                Can you see without eyes?
                                Can you speak without lies?
                                I wanna drink from your naked
                                fountain
                                I can drown your sorrows
                                I'm gonna burn
                                Burn you to life now
                                Out of the dark that blinds you

                                Burn, burn, burn
                                Burn your wicked garden
                                down

                                Can you feel pain inside?
                                Can you love?
                                Can you cry?
                                I wanna run through your
                                wicked garden
                                Heard that's the to find
                                you
                                But I'm alive
                                So alive now
                                Out of the dark that blinds you
                                "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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