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  • Imaani - Where Are You Now?

    I see a picture in a frame
    I see a face without a name
    Riding alone on an empty train
    Where are you

    I live in a house of broken hearts
    Leaves are falling in the park
    Every day is a question mark
    Where are you

    I would drive through the rain (to find you)
    Walk a desert plain (behind you)
    You could unlock these chains (untie to)
    Where are you now

    Through the storm I call your name (to guide you)
    Love could be the flame (beside you)
    If you unlock these chains (untie to)
    Where are you now

    Lying in my room at night
    Silhouettes are dressed in white
    Waiting for the morning light
    Where are you

    Each day we live and learn
    As the wheels of heaven turn
    For you my candle burns
    Where are you

    I would drive through the rain (to find you)
    Walk a desert plain (behind you)
    You could unlock these chains (untie to)
    Where are you now

    Through the storm I call your name (to guide you)
    Love could be the flame (beside you)
    If you unlock these chains (untie to)
    Where are you now

    (So near) so near, (so far) so far
    Out there, I can almost touch you
    You're here in my mind all the time
    Where are you now

    (I would drive through the rain) to find you
    Walk a desert plain (behind you)
    You could unlock these chains (untie to)
    Where are you now

    Through the storm (through the storm) I call your name (to guide you)
    Love could be the flame (beside you)
    If you unlock these chains (untie to)
    Where are you, where are you now

    (I would drive through the rain) drive (to find you)
    Walk a desert plain (behind you)
    If you'd unlock these chains (untie to)
    Where are you now?
    "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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    • Gin Blossoms

      ALLISON ROAD

      I’ve lost my mind on what I’d find
      And all of the pressure that I left behind
      On Allison Road
      Fools in the rain if the sun gets through
      Fire’s in the heaven of the eyes I knew
      On Allison Road
      Dark clouds file in when the moon is near
      Birds fly by A.M. in her bedroom stare
      There was no tellin’ what I might find
      I couldn’t see I was lost at the time...
      Yeah I didn’t know I was lost at the time
      On Allison Road
      So she fills up her sails with my wasted breath
      And each one’s more wasted than the other you can bet
      On Allison Road
      Now I can’t hide so why not drive
      I know I want to love her but I can’t decide
      On Allison Road
      I didn’t know I was lost at the time
      So I went looking for an exit sign
      All I wanted to find tonight...

      HEY JEALOUSY
      Tell me do you think it’d be all right
      If I could just crash here tonight
      You can see I’m in no shape for driving
      And anyway I’ve got no place to go
      And you know it might not be that bad
      You were the best I’d ever had
      If I hadn’t blown the whole thing years ago
      I might not be alone
      Tomorrow we can drive around this town
      And let the cops chase us around
      The past is gone but something might be found
      To take its place...hey jealousy
      And you can trust me not to think
      And not to sleep around
      If you don’t expect too much from me
      You might not be let down
      Cause all I really want is to be with you
      Feeling like I matter too
      If I hadn’t blown the whole thing years ago
      I might be here with you
      Tomorrow we can drive around this town
      And let the cops chase us around
      The past is gone but something might be found
      To take its place...hey jealousy
      She took my heart
      There’s only one thing I couldn’t start

      FOUND OUT ABOUT YOU
      All last summer in case you don’t recall
      I was yours and you were mine forget it all
      Is there a line that I could write
      Sad enough to make you cry
      All the lines you wrote to me were lies
      The months roll past the love that you struck dead
      Did you love me only in my head?
      Things you said and did to me
      Seemed to come so easily
      The love I thought I’d won you give for free
      Whispers at the bus stop
      I heard about nights out in the school yard
      I found out about you
      Rumors follow everywhere you go
      Like when you left and I was last to know
      You’re famous now and there’s no doubt
      In all the places you hang out
      They know your name and know what you’re about
      Whispers at the bus stop
      I heard about nights out in the school yard
      I found out about you
      Street lights blink on through the car window
      I get the time too often on AM radio
      You know it’s all I think about
      I write your name drive past your house
      Your boyfriend’s over I watch your light go out
      Whispers at the bus stop
      I heard about nights out in the school yard
      I found out about 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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      • Filter - The Only Way (Is The Wrong Way)

        Did you think that I'd disappear?
        Did you think that I'd wash away?
        Did you think that I'd last this long?
        Did you think that I'd get this strong?

        Everytime they try to make me change
        they just wear me down with more chains

        And it feels like
        that you're with me or against me
        and it feels like
        that your promises are all mine
        and it feels like
        that to push me is to shove me
        and it feels like
        that the only way is the wrong way

        Did you think that I'd could be your crutch
        Did you think that life could mean so much
        Did you think that this could end in birth?
        Did you think that this was just plain old luck

        and everytime they try to make me change
        they just wear me down with more chains

        And it feels like
        that you're with me or against me
        and it feels like
        that your promises are all mine
        and it feels like
        that to push me is to shove me
        and it feels like
        that the only way is the wrong way

        everytime they try to make me change
        they just wear me down with more chains

        And it feels like
        that you're with me or against me
        and it feels like
        that your promises are all mine
        and it feels like
        that to push me is to shove me
        and it feels like
        that the only way is the wrong way

        and it feels like
        that the only way is the wrong way

        and it feels like
        that the only way is the wrong way

        the only way is the wrong way
        the only way is the wrong way

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        • Red Water (christmas Mourning) by Type 0 negative

          Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
          Those loved have long since gone
          The stocking are hung but who cares
          Preserved for those no longer there
          Six feet beneath me sleep

          Black lights hang from the tree
          Accents of dead holly

          Whoa mistletoe
          (It's growing cold)
          I'm seeing ghost
          (I'm drinking old)
          Red water
          Red water
          Red water chase them away

          My tables been set for but seven
          Just last year I dined with eleven
          God damn ye merry gentlemen

          Whoa mistletoe
          (It's growing cold)
          I'm seeing ghosts
          (I'm drinking old)
          Red water
          Red water
          Red water chase them away.



          Everything Dies by Type 0 Negative

          Well i loved my aunt
          but she died
          And my uncle Lou,
          Then he died
          I'm searching for
          something which can't
          be found, but i'm hoping
          I still dream of dad
          though he died

          Everythig dies

          My ma's so sick,
          she might die
          Though my girls quite fit,
          she will die
          Still looking for someone
          who was around,
          barely coping
          Now i hate myself,
          wish i'd die

          No, why? Oh God I miss you
          No, why? Oh God I miss you
          I really miss 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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          • The Beautiful South - (Don't Take) The Slide

            When you're too old for the swings
            You tend to choose the slide
            And they never seem to warn you
            The slide's your final ride
            And when you're at the top of it
            And you cannot see the end
            Either don't let go son - Or grab the nearest friend
            The slide is no respecter of dignity or class
            As soon as you sit down on it
            The slide has got your ass


            Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
            Heroes and villains have tried and cried
            A pile of broken souls at the bottom it denied
            Dont take the slide, don't take the slide


            When the slide was invented
            A thousand drinkers sighed
            They thought they had the copyright
            Of the very word the slide
            It's a picture of innocence
            On which the innocent have fried
            Take the helter skelter son
            It's easier than the slide
            Advice to listening parents
            Or the father of the bride
            Let them marry anyone
            But don't let her take the slide


            Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
            Heroes and villains have tried and cried
            A pile of broken souls at the bottom it denied
            Dont take the slide, don't take the slide


            It'll take much much lower
            Than you ever would have asked
            'Cause as soon as you sit down on it
            The slide has got your ass - It's customers are fools
            And every one of them deceased
            The long and silver murderer
            The Devil must have greased


            Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
            Heroes and villains have tried and cried
            A pile of broken souls at the bottom it denied
            Dont take the slide, don't take the slide
            "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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            • Labor Day; Dedicated To The American Work Force

              40 Hour Week
              Alabama



              There are people in this country who work hard every day.
              Not for fame or fortune do they strive.
              But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay.
              And it's time a few of them were recognized.

              Hello Detroit auto workers,
              let me thank you for your time.
              You work a forty hour week for a livin',
              just to send it on down the line.
              Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers,
              let me thank you for your time.
              You work a forty hour week for a livin',
              just to send it on down the line.

              This is for the one who swings the hammer,
              driving home the nail.
              Or the one behind the counter,
              ringing up the sale.
              Or the one who fights the fires,
              the one who brings the mail.
              For everyone who works behind the scenes.

              You can see them every morning in the factories and the fields.
              In the city streets and the quiet country towns.
              Working together like spokes inside a wheel.
              They keep this country turning around.

              Hello Kansas wheat field farmer,
              let me thank you for your time.
              You work a forty hour week for a livin',
              just to send it on down the line.
              Hello West Virginia coal miner,
              let me thank you for your time.
              You work a forty hour week for a livin',
              just to send it on down the line.

              This one is for the one who drives the big rig,
              up and down the road.
              Or the one out in the warehouse,
              bringing in the load.
              Or the waitress, the mechanic,
              the policeman on patrol.
              For everyone who works behind the scenes.
              With a spirit you can't replace with no machine.

              Hello America - let me thank you for your time!
              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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              • For Jerry Lewis and His MDA Efforts

                You'll Never Walk ALone



                When you walk through a storm,
                Hold your head up high,
                And don't be afraid of the dark,
                At the end of the storm, Is a golden sky,
                And the sweet silver song of a lark,
                Walk on through the wind,
                Walk on through the rain,
                Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown,
                Walk on, Walk on,
                With hope in your heart,
                And you'll never walk alone,
                You'll never walk alone.


                Words by Oscar Hammerstein II
                Music by Richard Rodgers
                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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                • Two For Tuesday; Paul Butterfield

                  Born In Chicago


                  I was born in Chicago in nineteen and forty-one
                  I was born in Chicago in nineteen and forty-one
                  Well, my father told me, "Son, you had better get a gun"

                  Well, my first friend went down when I was seventeen years old
                  Well, my first friend went down when I was seventeen years old
                  Well, there's one thing I could say about that boy, "You gotta go"

                  Well, my second friend went down when I was twenty one years, baby
                  Well, my second friend went down when I was twenty one years, baby
                  Well, there's one thing I could say about that boy, "You got it babe"

                  Well, my blues are alright if there's someone left to play the game
                  Well, my blues are alright if there's someone left to play the game
                  All my friends are going and these years don't seem the same
                  Oh, they just don't seem the same, baby

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

                  Blues With A Feeling


                  Blues with a feeling that's what I have today
                  Blues with a feeling that's what I have today
                  I've got to find my baby if it takes all night and day

                  What a lonesome feeling when you're by yourself
                  What a lonesome feeling when you're by yourself
                  Yes, the one that you're loving has gone off with someone else

                  Well, you know I love you baby
                  Wonder the reason why
                  Gone and left me baby
                  Left me here to cry

                  Blues with a feeling that's what I have today
                  Blues with a feeling that's what I have today
                  I've got to find my baby if it takes all night and day

                  What a lonesome feeling when you're by yourself
                  What a lonesome feeling when you're by yourself
                  Yeah, the one that you're loving has gone off with someone else

                  Well, you know I love you baby
                  Wonder the reason why
                  You're gone and left me baby
                  Left me here to cry

                  Blues with a feeling that's what I have today
                  I've got to find my baby if it takes all night and day
                  Last edited by SlowwHand; September 3, 2002, 18:20.
                  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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                  • COOL CHANGE
                    Little River Band

                    If there's one thing in my life that's missing
                    It's the time that I spend alone
                    Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
                    Lots of those friendly people
                    And they're showing me ways to go
                    And I never want to lose their inspiration
                    It's time for a cool change
                    I know that it's time for a cool change
                    Now that my life is so prearranged
                    I know that it's time for a cool change

                    Well I was born in the sign of water
                    And it's there that I feel my best
                    The albatross and the whales they are my brothers
                    It's kind of a special feeling
                    When you're out on the sea alone
                    Staring at the full moon, like a lover
                    Time for a cool change
                    I know that it's time for a cool change
                    Now that my life is so prearranged
                    I know that it's time for a cool change

                    I've never been romantic
                    And sometimes I don't care
                    I know it may sound selfish
                    But let me breathe the air
                    Let me breathe the air...

                    If there's one thing in my life that's missing
                    It's the time that I spend alone
                    Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
                    It's kind of a special feeling
                    When you're out on the sea alone
                    Staring at the full moon, like a lover

                    Time for a cool change
                    I know that it's time for a cool change
                    Now that my life is so prearranged
                    I know that it's time for a cool change

                    Now it's time it's time it's time it's time
                    For a cool change
                    MMM MMM I know it's time for a cool change
                    Well, now that my life is so prearranged
                    I know I know I know I know
                    That it's time for a cool change
                    Yes it is, yes it is yes it is
                    Time for a cool change...
                    "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                    • Kick me if I already posted this

                      Everclear - Wonderful

                      I close my eyes when I get too sad
                      I think thoughts that I know are bad
                      Close my eyes and I count to ten
                      Hope it's over when I open them
                      I want the things that I had before
                      Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
                      I wish I could count to ten
                      Make everything be wonderful again

                      Hope my mom and I hope my dad
                      Will figure out why they get so mad
                      Hear them scream, I hear them fight
                      They say bad words that make me wanna cry

                      Close my eyes when I go to bed
                      And I dream of angels who make me smile
                      I feel better when I hear them say
                      Everything will be wonderful someday

                      Promises mean everything when you're little
                      And the world's so big
                      I just don't understand how
                      You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
                      Tell me everything is wonderful now

                      Na na na na na na na

                      Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now

                      I go to school and I run and play
                      I tell the kids that it's all okay
                      I like to laugh so my friends won't know
                      When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home

                      Go to my room and I close my eyes
                      I make believe that I have a new life
                      I don't believe you when you say
                      Everything will be wonderful someday

                      Promises mean everything when you're little
                      And the world is so big
                      I just don't understand how
                      You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
                      When you tell me everything is wonderful now

                      I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now

                      I don't wanna hear you say
                      That I will understand someday
                      No, no, no, no
                      I don't wanna hear you say
                      You both have grown in a different way
                      No, no, no, no
                      I don't wanna meet your friends
                      And I don't wanna start over again
                      I just wanna my life to be the same
                      Just like it used to be
                      Somedays I hate everything
                      I hate everything
                      Everyone and everything
                      Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now

                      I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now
                      "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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                      • hey sloww...wanna come to a poly meet????

                        I'm Over You by Dave MAtthews Band

                        When was the point that you showed-
                        Move on to another love
                        Laughing with kindness
                        When did you decide to break
                        How much more will it take for two people to be happy?
                        But you lied
                        Looked me straight in the eye
                        As if you had nothing to hide
                        With no shame
                        As if we were still the same
                        But now I'm back in the game
                        I'm over you

                        When did you decide to go?
                        Were you ever going to let me know?
                        I was deciding
                        When did you decide to change?
                        What did I do that made our situation weary?

                        When you lied
                        You looked me straight in the eye
                        As if you had nothng to hide
                        With no shame
                        As if we still were the same
                        But now im back in the game
                        I'm over you

                        Who was the one to tell?
                        I thought I knew you way too well
                        But I didn't
                        The thought of you thinking of him
                        Assumptions made on a whim
                        Drives me crazy

                        'Cause you lied
                        Looked me staight in the eye
                        As if you had nothing to hide
                        (But I know you did)
                        With no shame
                        As if we still were the same
                        But now I"m back in the game
                        I'm Over you

                        Hell Freezes Over by Disturbed

                        Step up cause you're the next one in line for the kill
                        you dont believe me but im betting that you will.
                        Step up, i'll let you live a little bit with the pain that i bring
                        you know its only the beginning

                        Im breaking the living inside you
                        Something and someone to hide you

                        Dont Run away, Bring it on straight to me

                        Crimson and Clover by TOmmy James

                        Now, I don't hardly know her,
                        But, think I could love her
                        Crimson and clover.
                        I wish she'd come walking over, I'm waiting to show her,

                        Crimson and clover
                        Over and over

                        Yes, my, my, such a sweet thing,
                        I wanna do everything,
                        What a beautiful feeling.

                        Crimson and clover
                        Over and over
                        "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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                        • very important song..expresses what i feel right NOW

                          GET OVER IT by the eagles

                          I turn on the tube and what do I see
                          A whole lotta people cryin' 'Don't blame me'
                          They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
                          Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
                          Victim of this, victim of that
                          Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

                          Get over it
                          Get over it
                          All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
                          Get over it, get over it

                          You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
                          But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
                          The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
                          Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
                          You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
                          But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

                          Get over it
                          Get over it
                          If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
                          Get over it, Get over it

                          It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
                          You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
                          Some call it sick, but I call it weak

                          You drag it around like a ball and chain
                          You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
                          You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
                          Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
                          Complain about the present and blame it on the past
                          I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

                          Get over it
                          Get over it
                          All this *****in' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
                          Get over it, get over it

                          Get over it
                          Get over it
                          It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
                          Get over it, get over it
                          "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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                          • Poly meet? I'm uninformed, again. In the dark. A lost lamb.

                            Let My Love Open The Door
                            Pete Townshend



                            When people keep repeating
                            That you'll never fall in love
                            When everybody keeps retreating
                            But you can't seem to get enough

                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            To your heart

                            When everything feels all over
                            When everybody seems unkind
                            I'll give you a four leaf clover
                            Take all the worry out of your mind

                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            To your heart

                            I have the only key to your heart
                            I can stop you falling apart
                            Try today, you'll find this way
                            Come on and give me a chance to say
                            Let my love open the door
                            It's all I'm living for
                            Release yourself from misery
                            There's only one thing gonna set you free
                            That's my love

                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            To your heart

                            When tragedy befalls you
                            Don't let it drag you down
                            Love can cure your problems
                            You're so lucky I'm around

                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            Let my love open the door
                            To your heart
                            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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                            • it's in the austin meet thread...trying to pull things together so it's convenient and mentally safe for the most amount of ppl
                              "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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                              • Things haven't picked up to the point I can leave Dallas.
                                Might not be able to get back.
                                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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