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Post by sweetsangria on Jul 1, 2006 17:20:24 GMT -5
Caring Is Creepy ~ The Shins
I think I'll go home and mull this over Before I cram it down my throat At long last it's crashed, the colossal mass Has broken up into bits in my moat.
Lift the mattress off the floor Walk the cramps off Go meander in the cold Hail to your dark skin Hiding the fact you're dead again Undeneath the power lines seeking shade Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks That let us bet when you know we should fold On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped And the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in Never betray the way you've always known it is. One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern Of being condescending
All these squawking birds won't quit. Building nothing, laying bricks
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Post by Jay on Jul 5, 2006 18:49:45 GMT -5
PJ Harvey - Plants & Rags
One of those days where you just want to ease yourself into a bodybag...
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Post by Jay on Jul 17, 2006 19:21:58 GMT -5
It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart Beating close to mine Pounding up against the stone and steel Walls that I won't climb Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep You think that you're gonna drown Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep With all this rain falling down
Strange how hard it rains now Rows and rows of big dark clouds When I'm holding on underneath this shroud Rain
Its hard to know when to give up the fight Two things you want will just never be right Its never rained like it has to night before Now I don't wanna beg you baby For something maybe you could never give I'm not looking for the rest of your life I just want another chance to live
Strange how hard it rains now Rows and rows of big dark clouds When I'm holding on underneath this shroud Rain
Strange how hard it rains now Rows and rows of big dark clouds When I'm holding on underneath this shroud Rain
Strange how hard it rains now Rows and rows of big dark clouds When I'm still alive underneath this shroud Rain Rain Rain
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One of the few songs that can actually make me cry.
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Jul 18, 2006 14:23:14 GMT -5
Those are beautiful lyrics. Who is it by?
hehe!
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Post by Jay on Jul 19, 2006 16:33:20 GMT -5
I can't remember her name, it was from a CD a little bird gave me one day To this thread's topic... lately, I've been feeling more "Here. In My Head" than anything. That and, for some odd reason, "Rattlesnakes." And holy freaky freakage, just as I was typing that (as the song was playing), Tori sang the line "It's so hard to love when love was your great disappointment." I guess the reason for identifying with that song wasn't so odd after all, weird that she would sing that line right as I was pondering why I've been listening to it so much lately.
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Jul 20, 2006 16:40:24 GMT -5
All I Need Is Everything Over the Rhine
Slow down. Hold still. It's not as if it's a matter of will. Someone's circling. Someone's moving a little lower than the angels. And it's got nothing to do with me. The wind blows through the trees, but if I look for it, it won't come. I tense up. My mind goes numb. There's nothing harder than learning how to receive.
Calm down. Be still. We've got plenty of time to kill. No hand writing on the wall: just the voice that's in us all. And you're whispering to me, time to get up off my hands and knees, 'cause if I beg for it, it won't come. I find nothing but table crumbs. My hands are empty. God I've been naive.
All I need is everything. Inside, outside, feel new skin. All I need is everything. Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
Slow down. Hold still. It's not as if it's a matter of will. Someone's circling. Someone's moving a little lower than the angels. This voice calling me to you: it's just barely coming through. Still, I clearly hear my name. I've been fingering the flame like tomorrow's martyr. It gets harder to believe.
All I need is everything. Inside, outside, feel new skin. All I need is everything. Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
So from now till kingdom come, taste the words on the tip of my tongue. 'Cause we can't run truth out of town, only force it underground. The roots grow deeper in ways we can't conceive.
All I need is everything. Inside, outside feel new skin. All I need is everything. Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is all I need.
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Post by Jay on Jul 22, 2006 11:14:51 GMT -5
Sleater- Kinney.
The Fox
on the day the duck was born the fox was watching all along he said “Land Ho!” when he saw the duck “Land Ho!” and the duck saw him too
“Shiny Pretty Fox” thought the duck
the duck came up onto the land the fox was watching and he just laughed
“I could show you some shiny tricks” he said “Come along we’ll get our kicks,” he said “Land Ho!” for shiny tricks “Land Ho!” for me
“Oh fox! Is this love? Can you tell me? What is love?”
that good looking fox only knew one trick he could break hearts just lickety-split the duck knew this game she had to quit and her own pond she was headed to quick “I’ll go, I’ll go and there’s no looking back”
goodbye little fox goodbye my fox
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Translation: Fuck him.
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Aug 3, 2006 15:44:17 GMT -5
Nobody's Crying Patty Griffin
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But darling, I wish you well On your way to the wishing well Swinging off of those gates of hell But I can tell how hard you're trying Just have this secret hope Sometimes all we do is cope Somewhere on the steepest slope There's an endless rope And nobody's crying
May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread Make the sound of thousands of angels instead Tonight where you might be laying your head
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Post by ♣Miranda♣ on Aug 3, 2006 16:01:24 GMT -5
i like giants ~ Kimya Dawson
when i go for a drive i like to pull off to the side of the road, turn out the lights, get out, and look up at the sky and i do this to remind me that i'm really really tiny in the grand scheme of things and sometimes this terrifies me but it's only really scary 'cause it makes me feel serene in a way i never thought i'd be because i've never been so grounded and so humbled and so one with everything i am grounded, i am humbled, i am one with everything
rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone say you are huge look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky say i am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye i am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye
when i saw geneviève i really liked it when she said what she said about the giant and the lemmings on the cliff she said "i like giants- especially girl giants. 'cause all girls feel too big sometimes, regardless of their size"
when i go for a drive i like to pull off to the side of the road and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes and i'm smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl and the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole so i swim for all salvation and i swim to save my soul but my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado so i flip to my back and i float and i sing i am grounded, i am humbled, i am one with everything i am grounded, i am humbled, i am one with everything
so i talked to geneviève and almost cried when she said that the giant on the cliff wished that she was dead and the lemmings on the cliff wished that they were dead so the giant told the lemmings why they ought to live instead and when she thought up all those reasons that they ought to live instead it made her reconsider all the sad thoughts in her head so thank you geneviève, 'cause you take what is in your head and you make things that are so beautiful and share them with your friends
we all become important when we realize our goal should be to figure out our role within the context of the whole and yeah, rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone say you are huge look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky and say i am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye i am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye i am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye and i don't wanna make her cry
'cause i like giants.
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Aug 16, 2006 16:43:49 GMT -5
The Throes Liz Durrett
If i could take it all apart and hold it still enough Then we could see exactly what is keeping this aloft In spite of all this incessant circling over us And even what we love the most calls our ship to the rocks
The pretty way you mutilate the mystery And hang it up and let the light stab through the flimsy fabric I never understood before I never wanted the floor But now i'm in the throes Now i'm in the throes Now i'm in the throes of it
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Post by Jay on Aug 18, 2006 13:29:22 GMT -5
Sugar
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Sept 5, 2006 16:00:29 GMT -5
Slip Away Laurie Anderson What's this? A little dust in my eye Well I'm not the type to cry It's four a.m. I'm standing by the bed where you lie Sleeping the sleep of the newborn I put [my] finger to your lips. Warm air. Five a.m. You lift your hand and open it. Then you slipped away. You slipped away. Oh death, that creep, that crooked jerk... He comes, he comes walking. He comes sneaking Down that long irreversible hallway Grabs you in your sleep I walk outside to the parking lot. Bright coins of water on the sidewalk. Big white building where your body lies Stands in the middle of the fields. Icy air. And after all the shocks the way the heart unlocks And ooo we slip away. We slip away. I'm thinking about the way that lost things always come back Looking like something else A fishing pole, a shoe, an old shirt, a lucky day Ooo then they slip away into the remains of the day Ooo they slip away. They slip away. I'm thinking how you taught me how to win And how to lose And how to fight the crippling blues that I was born with Bad dreams and nightmares Ooo they slip away. Ooo they slip away into the remains of the day. I know that sometime I'll stop looking for you. Stop seeing your face every day Bad dreams and nightmares and big bad wolves Ooo they slip away into the remains of the day Ooo they slip away into the remains of the day They slip away You told me you had no idea how to die but I saw The way the light left your eyes And after all the shocks the way the heart unlocks And ooo then you slipped away. You slipped away
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Post by Jay on Sept 6, 2006 21:26:14 GMT -5
Radiohead - No Surprises
A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silent silence.
This is my final fit, my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please.
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Post by Jay on Sept 7, 2006 20:07:39 GMT -5
Joni Mitchell - The Circle Game, as performed by Tori Amos in Chicago on 4/15/05
Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you’re older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and dawn We’re captive on the carousel of time We can’t return we con only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him Take your time, it won’t be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and dawn We’re captive on the carousel of time We can’t return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur Coming true There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We’re captive on the carousel of time We can’t return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
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God, this song just makes me cry...
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Oct 26, 2006 19:52:20 GMT -5
Oh, a little bit of Martha Wainwright's This Life and Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole.
Not good.
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Jan 13, 2007 16:19:06 GMT -5
This Mountain Kasey Chambers
Well a wise man once said to me If your heart don't break you won't be free I'm as free as a bird Flying out over flying out over the sea
I call out to the wind No one comes to let me in I hear the thunder The weight on my shoulders The weight upon my shoulders crushing me
Shine down on this mountain Rain down on my face Call out to the river To wash me out To wash me out of this place
Well I wish that I was a sailorman With the wheel of the ship held in my hand But I don't like the water I'm more like the anchor I wish I was the anchor in me
Sometimes I wish I was a sin So the ones I love wouldn't let me in I wouldn't have to try to find the answers To give 'em all the answers they need
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Post by Natasha~ on Jan 14, 2007 11:34:17 GMT -5
Sometimes I wish I was a sin So the ones I love wouldn't let me in Let me in. xo
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Jan 14, 2007 13:11:03 GMT -5
Sometimes I wish I was a sin So the ones I love wouldn't let me in Let me in. xo I'd love to.
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Post by Natasha~ on Jan 14, 2007 13:59:50 GMT -5
Let me in. xo I'd love to. #25# #26#
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Post by ♪Carly♪ on Feb 5, 2007 18:07:16 GMT -5
Pearls Antje Duvekot
Was born and raised in the South In Suicide Town I was only fifteen When it burned to the ground I tore up all my memories By the side of the road With a tip of a needle I carved my story in stone
When you gonna come for me, Lord? When you gonna come for me? Cause I've been expecting you forever Waiting here for you Will you send a little grace? It's the least that you could do It's the least that you could do
I was not much of a poet Guess I was missing the anguish Not a very good lover Could never capture the language I was an adequate painter But it just left me tired Did a stint as a hit man In those days at least I was inspired
Oh, but when you gonna come for me, Lord? When you gonna come for me? Cause I've been expecting you forever Waiting here for you Will you send a little grace? It's the least that you could do It's the least that you could do
I hooked up a hick down in the church I took a walk down Big Dream Boulevard With all the sand that gets into this world We should all be motherfucking pearls
When you gonna come for me, Lord? When you gonna come for me? Cause I've been expecting you forever Waiting here for you Will you send a little grace? It's the least that you could do It's the least that you could do
I'm never gonna be one of God's favorites Never gonna cheerlead with the angels Tried to find a church that I could walk in They tried to nail me on original sin
Oh, when you gonna come for me, Lord? When you gonna come for me? I've been expecting you forever Waiting here for you Will you send a little grace? It's the least that you could do
Been expecting you forever Waiting here for you Will you send a little grace? It's the least that you could do It's the least that you could do The least that you could do
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