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Songs that remind me of reality.
Everything Is Broken
Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving,
Ain't no use joking,
Yeah, everything is broken.
Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Oh, everything is broken.
Seems like every time I stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.
Every time I leave and go off someplace
Thangs fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, and broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh
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As They Age, They Engage by Willow Wisp
Age frightens the once beautiful
Her only reminders being photos long since passed
For there was a time when her sultry hair would not gray
A period she rekindles fondly,
Recalling upon her ways of frolicking through society
So well sprayed and kempt
Randomly selecting stallions to provocatively tempt
And hope with a sheer intensity
That her cradle will be occupied
Swaying with sweat and heat
Praying to be remain dignified
But modernism has collected her
Picking at her skin and shape
Caused her bones to brittle and her nerves to elate
But this fact of aging she defies
Through artificial"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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All Your Life by Blur
Bought a new shirt, washed my face in beer.
Walked through the crowds, and disappear,
Through teenagers in shopping malls,
I'd walk through the wildlife for miles and miles,
Hold my breath and count a hundred ten,
Back up the hill, and start again.
Watched the spiders on my bedroom ceiling,
They got big plans so they're not breeding,
Got the feeling that tomorrow's today,
I could get up but it won't go away,
Do nothing, to impress my friends,
Shrug my arms for hours on ends,
I need someone to tell me,
Everything will be alright,
I need someone to hold me,
As the day turns into night
I need someone who loves me,
More than you do,
Please say that's not true.
You and me were the nineties double bill,
So people ring up here on the TV appeal
I never met anyone like you,
Never did the things you like to do,
On the way to heaven in a comedy car,
We're the new stars of melancholia,
There's nothing to get angry about,
We'd be too drunk to rave and shout.
I need someone to tell me,
Everything will be alright,
I need someone to hold me,
As day turns into night
I need someone who loves me,
More than you do,
Please say that's not true.
You and me are the nineties double bill,
So ring up here on the TV appeal
Now I've got a feeling in my body and soul,
That I should let myself go go go.
And days will be like this,
All your life,
And people will always miss,
All your life,
And days wll feel like piss,
All your life,
Days, days will be like this...
Be like this...
All you life..One day Canada will rule the world, and then we'll all be sorry.
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In the End
Linkin Park
It starts with...
One thing
I don't know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory
Of a time...
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing
I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme to remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so far
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory
Of a time...
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matterCGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
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Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)
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GAMES PEOPLE PLAY
Joe South
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
And they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
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La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play
Oh we make one another cry
Break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
That the other was to blame
Neither one will give in
So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking 'bout the things that might have been
It's a dirty rotten shame
Repeat Chorus
People walking up to you
Singing glory hallelulia
And they're tryin to sock it to you
In the name of the Lord
They're gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope, cheat your faith
And further more to hell with hate
Come on and get on board
Repeat Chorus
Look around tell me what you see
What's happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am
Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turns you sad on humanity
And you don't give a da da da da da
Repeat ChorusLife 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 Thursday, Elton John.
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me
I could honestly say
That things can only get better
And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts
Where we hide
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second
Without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man
Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love itself
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Sad Songs (Say So Much)
Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio
Cause from the lips of some old singer
We share the troubles we already know
Chorus
Turn 'em on, turn 'em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on
They reach into your room
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
If someone else is suffering enough to write it down
When every single word makes sense
Then it's easier to have those songs around
The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
And it feels so good to hurt so bad
And suffer just enough to sing the blues
Chorus
Sad songs they say, sad songs they say
Sad songs they say, sad songs they say so much
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Someone Saved My Life Tonight
When I think of those East End lights
Muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it's one more beer
And I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye
I never realised the passing hours
Of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
And I would have walked head on into the deep end the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone
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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Supergrass, Late in the Day
It's late in the day,
I'm thinking of you,
Things that you say,
So long, so long for me,
It's late in the day,
I'm talking to you,
Hear what I say,
So long, so long for me,
All the time I've thought of you,
In an ordinary way,
We'd slip off down the oily way,
And all I really have to say,
Is people pass along the way,
Had thoughts of you and me again,
I lay on my bed,
Searching my mind,
Lighten my load,
So long, so long for me,
I sleep on the road,
Dream of a sound,
Coming my way,
So long, so long for me,
All the time I've thought of you,
In an ordinary way,
We'd slip off down the oily way,
And all I really have to say,
Is people pass along the way,
Had thoughts of you and me again,
And all the time I've thought of you,
In an ordinary way,
We'd slip off down the oily way,
And all I really have to say,
As people pass along the way,
I close my eyes and turn away,
And all the time I've been with you,
In an ordinary day,
We'd trip off down the oily way,
All I really have to say,
Is people pass along the way,
And thoughts of you and me again.
One day Canada will rule the world, and then we'll all be sorry.
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I just love the poetry and the incredible electric violin solo
Rush - Losing It
The dancer slows her frantic pace
In pain and desperation,
Her aching limbs and downcast face
Aglow with perspiration
Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,
With just the briefest pause
The flooding through her memory,
The echoes of old applause.
She limps across the floor
And closes her bedroom door...
The writer stare with glassy eyes
Defies the empty page
His beard is white, his face is lined
And streaked with tears of rage.
Thirty years ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision,
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision
And he stares out the kitchen door
Where the sun will rise no more...
Some are born to move the world
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we'd like to be
Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you, the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee...What?
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Wasted by STabbing Westward
I 've spent
My life
Running from the emptiness
That haunts me
And I've spent
My whole life
Trying to ****
The loneliness away
And I die
Inside
When I think of all the people
I have damaged
And I'm tired
I'm so tired
But there's no one else
Except myself to blame
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My life's been wasted
Everything is gone
My life's been wasted
And I am all alone
My life's been wasted
There is no one left
My life's been wasted
It's time I face myself
I've spent
My life
Trapped inside
A cycle of self destruction
And I've spent
My whole life
Trying to numb
The pain inside my soul
To night
And I cried
When I realized
I fought this war with no one but me
I'm tired
I'm so ****ing tired
But I find a way to keep my faith alive
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When I reach the end
Will anything I've done
Mean anything?
Will anything I've done mean anything?"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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The Moon And St. Christopher
(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
When I was young I spoke like a child,
I saw with a child's eyes
And an open door was to a girl
Like the stars are to the sky
It's funny how the world lives up to
All your expectations
With adventures for the stout of heart,
And the lure of the open spaces
There's 2 lanes running down this road,
Whichever side you're on
Accounts for where you want to go,
Or what you're running from
Back when darkness overtook me
On a blind man's curve
I relied upon the moon,
I relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher
Now I've paid my dues 'cause I have owed them,
But I've paid a price sometimes
For being such a stubborn woman
In such stubborn times
Now I have run from the arms of lovers,
I've run from the eyes of friends
I have run from the hands of kindness,
I've run just because I can
But now I'm grown and I speak like a woman
And I see with a woman's eyes
And an open door is to me now
Like the saddest of goodbyes
When it's too late for turning back,
I pray for the heart and the nerve
And I rely upon the moon,
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher
I rely upon the moon,
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher
To be my guide.No, I did not steal that from somebody on Something Awful.
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In this Silence by Sarah McLachlan
Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
and I wanted to believe
that I'd get caught up
when the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe
Passion chokes the flower
'til she cries no more
possessing all the beauty
hungry still for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
I can't help this longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in
if you won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe
I have seen you
in this white wave
you are silent
you are breathing
in this white wave
I am free"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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Do the Walls Come Down
Carly Simon
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
Do the walls come down
Nothin' like a rainy night
To set your heart rememberin'
Nothin' like a vivid dream
To take you back again
When you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
Do the walls come down
Somethin' in my pocket
That was written years ago
In faded ink said "You are my fire"
Do you think so
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
Do the walls come down
Is it easier for you to say
You never loved me anyway
Or do you hide me in your attic trunk
Like a stowaway
Do you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
Oh, baby, do the walls come down
Oh, baby, do the walls come down
Do the walls come
Do the walls come
Do the walls come down
Do the walls come
Do the walls come
Do the walls come down
Do the walls come down
When you think of meLife 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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Ever heard of a ****** dying twice?
my love is just to live my life,
'til the lord decide to out my lights
Oh why, know why?
*****s ain't prepared to die with me
but we all got to die one day
even though the life that captured me
money, drugs, and prison, menagies with women, forgive me god for living, for I have sinned,
now everybody wants to cage me in,
don't make no difference cuz I'm still here,
grieving, can I get a witness,To us, it is the BEAST.
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Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother
(Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
His wife’s name is Betty Jo Thelma Liz.
And he’s not responsible for what he’s doing;
His mother made him what he is.
And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well.
He’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.
He sure does like that Lone Star beer
And he chases it down with that Wild Turkey liquor.
Got a ‘57 GMC pick ‘em up truck, with a gun rack
and a “Goat Ropers Need Love Too” sticker.
And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well.
He’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.
M is for the mud flaps you gave me for my pick-up truck
O is for the oil I put in my on my hair,
T is for T-Bird,
H is for Haggard
E is for El Paso and
R is for REDNECK!
And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well.
He’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.
And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well.
And he’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.
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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