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  • If You're Not The One
    Daniel Bedingfield


    If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
    If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
    If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
    If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

    I never know what the future brings
    But I know you are here with me now
    We'll make it through
    And I hope you are the one I share my life with

    I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
    If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
    Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

    If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
    If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
    If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
    If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

    I don't know why you're so far away
    But I know that this much is true
    We'll make it through
    And I hope you are the one I share my life with
    And I wish that you could be the one I die with
    And Im praying you're the one I build my home with
    I hope I love you all my life

    I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
    If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
    Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

    'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
    And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
    'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
    And though I can't be with you tonight
    And know my heart is by your side

    I don’t wanna to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
    If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
    Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
    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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    • omg that song is so gay

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      • That was very insightful.
        Last edited by SlowwHand; August 24, 2005, 10:58.
        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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        • When the Levee Breaks
          Led Zeppelin

          If it keeps on raining, levee's going to break
          If it keeps on raining, levee's going to break
          When the levee breaks, I'll have no place to stay

          Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
          Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
          It's got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home

          Don't it make you feel bad when you're trying to find your way home
          You don't know which way to go?
          If you're going down south, they got no work to do
          If you don't know about Chicago

          Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good
          Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good
          When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move

          All last night, sat on the levee and moaned
          All last night, sat on the levee and moaned
          Thinking 'bout my baby and my happy home

          Going, going to Chicago, going to Chicago
          Sorry, but I can't take you...
          Going down... going down now... going down....
          CGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
          Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
          Mystique & Aura: Appearing Nightly @ Yankee Stadium! | Red & Pewter Pride
          Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)

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          • Bridge Over Troubled Water

            When you're weary, feeling small
            When tears are in your eyes,
            I will dry them all
            I'm on your side
            When times get rough
            And friends just can't be found

            Like a bridge over troubled water
            I will lay me down
            Like a bridge over troubled water
            I will lay me down

            When you're down and out
            When you're on the street
            When evening falls so hard
            I will comfort you
            I'll take your part
            When darkness comes
            And pain is all around

            Like a bridge over troubled water
            I will lay me down
            Like a bridge over troubled water
            I will lay me down

            Sail on silver girl
            Sail on by
            Your time has come to shine
            All your dreams are on their way
            See how they shine
            When you need a friend
            I'm sailing right behind

            Like a bridge over troubled water
            I will ease your mind
            Like a bridge over troubled water
            I will ease your mind
            What?

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            • Gotta Leave This Town
              Walter Trout


              You 've gotta leave this town
              Lonelyis only got you down
              Leave this town!
              You know that it`s only got you down

              Take a look around
              You` re dying in this town
              When you` re out on the street
              You cross your dreams beneath your feet

              Walking on the street!
              Now you cross your dreams beneath your feet

              Murder all about, there must be must be some way out
              Lord there must be so way out

              Guitar Solo

              On a dirty street
              You ask the people that you meet

              On a dirty street
              You ask everybody that you meet

              (You've ) got to understand you`re dying in this town
              This dirty town
              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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              • Blackbird
                Paul McCartney

                Blackbird singing in the dead of night
                Take these broken wings and learn to fly
                All your life
                You were only waiting for this moment to arise

                Blackbird singing in the dead of night
                Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
                All your life
                You were only waiting for this moment to be free

                Blackbird, fly
                Blackbird, fly
                Into the light of the dark black night

                Blackbird, fly
                Blackbird, fly
                Into the light of the dark black night

                Blackbird singing in the dead of night
                Take these broken wings and learn to fly
                All your life
                You were only waiting for this moment to arise
                You were only waiting for this moment to arise
                You were only waiting for this moment to arise...
                CGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
                Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
                Mystique & Aura: Appearing Nightly @ Yankee Stadium! | Red & Pewter Pride
                Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)

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                • Blackbird
                  What?

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                  • The great Son House:

                    Death Letter

                    I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
                    It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead"
                    I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?
                    You know, it said, "Hurry, hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?"
                    So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
                    When I got there she was layin on a coolin' board
                    I grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road
                    I said, but when I got there she was already layin on a coolin' board
                    Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face
                    Said, the good ol' gal got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
                    I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face
                    I said the good ol' gal, she got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
                    Looked like there was 10,000 people standin' round the buryin' ground
                    I didn't know I loved her 'til they laid her down
                    Looked like 10,000 were standin' round the buryin' ground
                    You know I didn't know I loved her 'til they damn laid her down
                    Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
                    I wouldn't mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold
                    I said, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
                    You know I wouldn't mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold
                    Well, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away
                    I said, "Farewell honey, I'll see you on Judgment Day"
                    Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away
                    I said, "Farewell, farewell, I'll see you on the Judgment Day"
                    You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray
                    The blues came along and drove my spirit away
                    I went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray
                    I said the blues came along and drove my spirit away
                    You know I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down
                    I didn't have a soul to throw my arms around
                    I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down
                    You know, I didn't have nobody to throw my arms around
                    I loved you baby, like I love myself
                    You don't have me, you won't have nobody else
                    I loved you baby, better than I did myself
                    I said now if you don't have me, I didn't want you to have nobody else
                    You know, it's hard to love someone that don't love you
                    Ain't no satisfaction, don't care what in the world you do
                    Yeah, it's hard to love someone that don't love you
                    You know it don't look like satisfaction, don't care what in the world you do
                    Got up this mornin', just about the break of day
                    A-huggin' the pillow where she used to lay
                    Got up this mornin', just about the break of day
                    A-huggin' the pillow where my good gal used to lay
                    Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
                    You know, I must-a had them old walkin' blues
                    Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
                    Yeah, you know bout that, I must-a had them old walkin' blues
                    You know, I cried last night and all the night before
                    Gotta change my way a livin', so I don't have to cry no more
                    You know, I cried last night and all the night before
                    Gotta change my way a livin', you see, so I don't have to cry no more
                    Ah, hush, thought I heard her call my name
                    If it wasn't so loud and so nice and plain
                    Ah, yeah
                    Mmmmmm
                    Well, listen, whatever you do
                    This is one thing, honey, I tried to get along with you
                    Yes, no tellin' what you do
                    I done everything I could, just to try and get along with you
                    Well, the minutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days
                    It seemed like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways
                    Minutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days
                    Seems like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways
                    You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do
                    Love sometimes leaves you feeling sad and blue
                    You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do
                    Love sometimes make you feel sad and blue
                    Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                    ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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                    • Originally posted by molly bloom
                      The great Son House:

                      Death Letter
                      Summary?

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                      • JAMES BLUNT

                        "No Bravery"

                        There are children standing here,
                        Arms outstretched into the sky,
                        Tears drying on their face.
                        He has been here.
                        Brothers lie in shallow graves.
                        Fathers lost without a trace.
                        A nation blind to their disgrace,
                        Since he's been here.

                        And I see no bravery,
                        No bravery in your eyes anymore.
                        Only sadness.

                        Houses burnt beyond repair.
                        The smell of death is in the air.
                        A woman weeping in despair says,
                        He has been here.
                        Tracer lighting up the sky.
                        It's another families' turn to die.
                        A child afraid to even cry out says,
                        He has been here.

                        And I see no bravery,
                        No bravery in your eyes anymore.
                        Only sadness.

                        There are children standing here,
                        Arms outstretched into the sky,
                        But no one asks the question why,
                        He has been here.
                        Old men kneel to accept their fate.
                        Wives and daughters cut and raped.
                        A generation drenched in hate.
                        Yes, he has been here.

                        And I see no bravery,
                        No bravery in your eyes anymore.
                        Only sadness.

                        EDIT: He wrote this song when he was serving his tour of duty in Serbia I believe.
                        One thing you gotta ask yourself... where are you now? -- James Blunt lyrics

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                        • Sandy Denny:

                          She Moves Through The Fair

                          words: Padraic Colum

                          My young love said to me, “My mother won't mind,
                          And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.”
                          And she laid her hand on me and this she did say,
                          “Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding-day.”

                          And she went away from me and moved through the fair,
                          And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
                          And then she went onward, just one star awake
                          Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

                          Last night she came to me, my dead love came in,
                          So softly she came that her feet made no din.
                          And she laid her hand on me and this she did say,
                          “Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding-day.”
                          Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                          ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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                          • The New Pornographers: Sing Me Spanish Techno

                            Don't you know
                            after picking the glass off the ground
                            Don't you know
                            after shaking the thing for a sound

                            Do we see what the clock makes you do
                            But I won't let this happen to you

                            In a town
                            where I lost every shirt on the fence
                            Don't you know
                            I am bleeding a trail through the lens

                            When I see what I now know is you
                            I was caught in the eye as you came
                            Pulled by my name
                            I'm fallin' through

                            Traveling at godspeed
                            over the hills and trails
                            I have refused my call
                            pushin' my lazy sails
                            Into the blue flame
                            I want to crash here right now
                            The hourglass spills its sand
                            if only to punish you

                            for listenin' too long
                            to one song
                            listenin' too long
                            to one song

                            Sing me Spanish techno

                            listenin' too long
                            to one song
                            listenin' too long
                            to one song

                            Sing me Spanish techno

                            Don't you know
                            after wiring the thing to explode
                            Wired for sound
                            wide awake here for days in a row

                            Now we see what the engine can do
                            And I won't let this happen to you
                            I won't let this happen to you

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                            • A special song to Playful and me. For our wedding.

                              Love Happens Like That
                              Neal McCoy


                              We went from zero to love in nothing flat
                              And you smiled at me and before I knew
                              I was head over heels for you
                              (Love happens like that)
                              It steals your heart like a thief in the night
                              (Love happens like that)
                              You can run but you can't hide
                              (Love happens like that)
                              Before you know it there ain't no turning back
                              Love happens like that

                              Call it destiny, call it love at first sight
                              Call it meant to be I'd say you're right
                              I never dreamed that just one kiss
                              Could make me feel like this
                              (Love happens like that)

                              It steals your heart like a thief in the night
                              (Love happens like that)
                              And you can run but you can't hide
                              (Love happens like that)
                              Before you know it there ain't no turning back
                              Love happens like that
                              In a heartbeat it can turn your world around, just like that
                              (Love happens like that)
                              It steals your heart like a thief in the night
                              (Love happens like that)
                              You can run but you can't hide
                              (Love happens like that)

                              Before you know it there ain't no turning back
                              Just like that, love happens like that
                              (love happens, love happens, love happens just like that)
                              It steals your heart like a thief in the night
                              (love happens, love happens, love happens just like that)
                              You can run but you can't hide
                              (love happens, love happens, love happens just like that)
                              Love happens just like that
                              (love happens, love happens, love happens just like that)
                              (love happens, love happens, love happens just like that)




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                              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 better days ahead.

                                Nanci Griffith:

                                Banks of the Pontchartrain



                                I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year
                                Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
                                I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
                                And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain

                                Oh, I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal
                                Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian
                                And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws
                                I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain

                                [Chorus:]

                                Take me to the station... I am late to catch my southbound train
                                Oh, I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
                                She will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in
                                I'm gonna roll across America
                                Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again

                                These old rails shake like thunder through the night
                                Soon I'll have my green eyed lover's arms to comfort me
                                Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side
                                Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain

                                [Chorus]

                                I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year
                                Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
                                I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
                                And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
                                Yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
                                We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
                                And here comes the train
                                Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                                ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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