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Post by Hellfire on Apr 22, 2005 10:26:06 GMT -5
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Post by talulad on Apr 23, 2005 19:16:41 GMT -5
Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here where
No-one cares and no-one loves
No light no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead,
It stops the hurting
Björk - Play Dead[/b]
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Post by sweetsangria on Jun 15, 2005 18:37:35 GMT -5
NIN~The Collector I pick things up I am a collector And things, well things They tend to accumulate I have this net It drags behind me And it picks up feelings For me to feed upon There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go But they start to breathe And they start to grow inside me There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go But they start to make me think Things I don't want to know I'm trying to fit it all inside I'm trying to open my mouth wide I'm trying not to choke and swallow it all Swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all I am the plague I am the swarm All you hurt sticks on me And I keep it warm They make me stay They won't let me leave There are so God damned many of them It gets hard to breathe I'm trying to fit it all inside I'm trying to open my mouth wide I'm trying not to choke inside I am a good boy and I will swallow it all Swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all Every last one, every last one Every last one, every last one Are you listening? Yes I am building something bigger than the world Something terrible with all of this  |
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Jun 16, 2005 13:48:18 GMT -5
My Bad Days ~ Okkervil River
Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad days, and I know you’ll understand. Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. Where we find ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. Dear Mother, you know how our bad days can catch us unawares. Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad days, and I hope that you’ll agree. With a bottle filled up with Vicodin and a child who looks just like me. And a cellar that’s as dark as winter’s cold (with a hole in the stone of the cold wall). A child like me who’s hiding, a child who can’t hear your call. There’s a string that runs through our bad days, and if you pull that string real tight, the days all crumple together and all that you see is night. And the doorknob becomes your enemy, and the window you see through a haze. Dear Mother, I wish you could stand inside and see all my bad days. My bad days all got together and they stood in a row for me, and I plunged deep into the row, and I couldn’t hear and I couldn’t see. And I came out after thousands rose and thousands passed away. Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs and I wait for more bad days.
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Post by talulad on Jun 16, 2005 14:09:21 GMT -5
NIN~The Collector I pick things up I am a collector And things, well things They tend to accumulate I have this net It drags behind me And it picks up feelings For me to feed upon There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go But they start to breathe And they start to grow inside me There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go But they start to make me think Things I don't want to know I'm trying to fit it all inside I'm trying to open my mouth wide I'm trying not to choke and swallow it all Swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all I am the plague I am the swarm All you hurt sticks on me And I keep it warm They make me stay They won't let me leave There are so God damned many of them It gets hard to breathe I'm trying to fit it all inside I'm trying to open my mouth wide I'm trying not to choke inside I am a good boy and I will swallow it all Swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all Every last one, every last one Every last one, every last one Are you listening? Yes I am building something bigger than the world Something terrible with all of this *HUG* |
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Post by talulad on Jun 16, 2005 14:15:09 GMT -5
Angel, an angel's come
An angel, an angel's come
I need so, I need someone
I need so, I need someone
He's ready, look now he's ready, he's ready, ready
All of this longing just isn't heaven
Look now it's ready, it's ready, ready
Just want to be seen
The big low, the big lonely
The big low, the big lonely
Is eating not only me
Is eating not only me
I'm ready, look now I'm ready, I'm ready, ready
I'm tired of this waiting, I'm tired of pity
Look now it's ready, it's ready, ready
Just want to be seen
Falling, falling free
Falling, falling
I rise to the level, I'm empty to the topple
And I rise to the level, I'm empty to the topple
I'm ready, look now I'm ready, I'm ready, ready
I'm tired of this waiting, I'm tired of pity
Look now it's ready, it's ready, ready
Just want to be seen
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
- PJ Harvey, Angel[/b]
Sigh.
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Post by Hellfire on Jun 16, 2005 23:32:22 GMT -5
Numb, U2
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Post by elizabeth on Jun 17, 2005 20:17:31 GMT -5
"Morning Song" Jewel
Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleep
Let the world spin outside our door, you're the only one that I wanna see
Tell your boss you're sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting cold
Get over here and warm my hands up, boy, it's you they love to hold
And stop thinking about what your sister said
Stop worrying about it, the cat's already been fed
Come on darlin', let's go back to bed
Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
Do not answer the door
It's you that I adore-
I'm gonna give you some more
We'll sit on the front porch, the sun can warm my feet
You can drink your coffee with sugar and cream
I'll drink my decaf herbal tea
Pretend we're perfect strangers and that we never met...
My how you remind me of a man I used to sleep with
that's a face I'd never forget
You can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin
Except this time it'll be even better,
We'll stay together in the end
Come on darlin', let's go back to bed
Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
do not answer the door
It's you that I adore-
I'm gonna give you some more
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Post by *Herry* on Jun 22, 2005 6:45:08 GMT -5
elizabeth, I want to be in your mood RIGHT NOW  here's mine otherwise: Release ~george work through joy through work the goddess of religion dogma and guilt poor me start joyful destiny, respite guilt free passion grant fear of freedom sympathy god and myself god and myself to another place from respect joyful girl, thankyou and I'm ready to release on another day, I'm ready to respect the day today I'm ready to respect myself today, I'm ready to release self-image confidence troubled comfortable blame touching partake with grace jealousy wisdom unabashed joy and me you yum power transference to equality letting go joy again loving do unto others as to yourself, thank you and I'm ready to release on another day, I'm ready to respect the day today I'm ready to respect myself today, I'm ready to release on another day I'm ready to release myself today, I'm ready to release male female innocent carefree, fate honour and wrong success caressing a self love, do to yourself as to others comfortable held release, comfortable held release.... --------------------------  exams are over for another semester  |
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Post by elizabeth on Jun 25, 2005 14:00:24 GMT -5
aww, thanks, Helen....I love being in that mood,too
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Post by Aims on Jun 25, 2005 22:26:00 GMT -5
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
Gonna wait it out.
- The Patient, Tool.
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Post by Aims on Jun 25, 2005 22:27:25 GMT -5
[/b] [/quote] Shit, that song relates well to how I'm feeling right now too. Me love Polly long time  |
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Jun 27, 2005 17:48:23 GMT -5
Bliss
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Post by talulad on Jun 27, 2005 18:56:32 GMT -5
Yeah, Angel's my favorite off that B-Sides CD.
A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras[/b]
I don't think I need to explain any more than to say "You don't see me at all."
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Post by elizabeth on Jun 27, 2005 20:31:21 GMT -5
Jay, I've listened to that song today-it's on a cd Carly gave me...wish you weren't feeling like that.
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Post by talulad on Jun 27, 2005 20:45:43 GMT -5
Thanks, hun... I'm glad you like the song too I wish I wasn't feeling that way as well, but what can you do... that's life I guess. At least I know I have people like you that care. |
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Jun 28, 2005 18:51:34 GMT -5
Blue
Joni Mitchell
Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea betore
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey blue, here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there’re so many sinking now
You’ve got to keep thinking
You can make it through these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs
Everybody’s saying that hell’s the hippest way to go
Well I don’t think so
But I’m gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love you
Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me
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Post by Mary on Jun 30, 2005 13:00:23 GMT -5
BlueJoni MitchellBlue, here is a shell for you Inside you’ll hear a sigh A foggy lullaby There is your song from me Lovely song. You already know that's one of my favorite albums ever. I've always particularly loved the poetry in those lines above. Hope you're less Blue soon. |
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Post by Leonie on Jun 30, 2005 13:22:15 GMT -5
Who Cares - Anouk
Did you ever wake up in the morning
With a freight-train running through your head
An empty whiskey bottle by your pillow
And a burned out unfinished cigarette
The night went up in smoke
Life is but a joke man
But I see nobody laughing
Did you ever live a day,
Like the next day would never come
Blood's dripping on the floor, but who cares
Who needs you anyway
You're a stranger to yourself
And this ain't no joke, man
But I can't stop laughing
Greedy angry people make me
Run around in circles backwards
Down the lonely road that keeps me
Run around in circles
How I want to try again
Excuse me can you lead me
I just want to try again
Excuse me can you lead the way
Just take me by the hand
How I want to
Did you ever find yourself drowning
In a dark and crowded bar
The barman keeps on pouring and you're kissing everyone
The night will never end
'Cause my horse is still saddled up
That's why I am still laughing
Greedy angry people make me
Run around in circles backwards
Down the lonely road that keeps me
Run around in circles
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Post by talulad on Jun 30, 2005 18:17:56 GMT -5
Who Cares - AnoukDid you ever wake up in the morning With a freight-train running through your head An empty whiskey bottle by your pillow And a burned out unfinished cigarette The night went up in smoke Life is but a joke man But I see nobody laughing Did you ever live a day, Like the next day would never come Blood's dripping on the floor, but who cares Who needs you anyway You're a stranger to yourself And this ain't no joke, man But I can't stop laughing Greedy angry people make me
Run around in circles backwards
Down the lonely road that keeps me
Run around in circlesHow I want to try again Excuse me can you lead me I just want to try again Excuse me can you lead the way Just take me by the hand How I want to Did you ever find yourself drowning In a dark and crowded bar The barman keeps on pouring and you're kissing everyone The night will never end 'Cause my horse is still saddled up That's why I am still laughing Greedy angry people make me
Run around in circles backwards
Down the lonely road that keeps me
Run around in circles *hug hug* |
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