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20 March 2009 tagged queen with Comments Off on who wants to live forever
There’s no time for us,
There’s no place for us,
What is this thing that bulids our dream, yet slips away from us,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live for ever…..?
There’s no chance for us,
It’s all decided for us,
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
When love must die
But touch my tears With your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can live forever,
And we can love forever,
Forever is our day,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
Forever is our day,
Who waits forever anyway?
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20 March 2009 tagged pulp with Comments Off on disco 2000
Well we where born within a hour of each other
Our mothers said we could sister and brother
Your name was Deborah
Deborah
It never suited you
Oh and they said that when we grew up
We’d get married and never split up
We never did it although I often thought of it
Oh Deborah, do you
Recall your house was very small
With wood chip on the door
When I came round to call
You never noticed me at all
And I said
“Lets all meet up in the year 2000
Won’t it be strange when we’re all fully grown?
Be there 2 o’clock by the fountain down the road”
I never knew that you’d get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago
You where the first girl at school to get breasts
Martyn said that you where the best
The boys all loved you but I was a mess
I had to watch them try and get you undressed
We where freinds that was as far as it went
I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant
Nothing to you
’cause you where so popular
Ah Deborah, do you recall
Your house was very small
With wood chip on the door
When I came round to call
You never noticed me at all
And I said
“Lets all meet up in the year 2000
Won’t it be strange when we’re all fully grown?
Be there 2 o’clock by the fountain down the road”
I never knew that you’d get married
I would be living down here on my own on
That damp and lonely Thursday years ago
Oh, what are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to come anmd meet me maybe?
You can even bring you baby
Oh.
Lyrics by Cocker/Banks/Mackey/Senior/Doyle/Webber ©1995
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20 March 2009 tagged prince and the revolution with Comments Off on when doves cry
Dig if u will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling- can you picture this
Dream if you can
A coutyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u
How can u just leave me standing
Alone in a world thats so cold
Maybe I’m just 2 demanding
Maybe I’m just like father 2 bold
Maybe your just like my mother
She’s never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
Touch if you will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You’ve got the butterflies all tied up
Don’t make me chase u
Even doves have pride
How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world so cold, so cold
Maybe I’m just 2 demanding
Maybe I’m like my father, 2 bold
Maybe you’re just like my mother
She’s never satisfiedWhy do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
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20 March 2009 tagged oasis with Comments Off on wonderwall
Today is gonna be the day
That they’re gonna throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow realised what you gotta do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I feel about you now
Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in you heart is out
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But you never really had a doub
t I don’t believ that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that led us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don’t know how
Because maybe
Your gonna be the one to save me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day?
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you shhould’ve somehow
Realised what you’re not to do I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
All the roads that lead you there are winding
All the lights that that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don’t know how
I said maybe
Your gonna be the one to save me
And afyter all
You’re my wonderwall
I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one to save me
And afyter all
You’re my wonderwall
I said maybe
Your gonna be the one that save me
Your gonna be the one that save me
Your gonna be the one that save me
Lyrics by N. Gallagher ©1995
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20 March 2009 tagged the offspring with Comments Off on staring at the sun
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway
Dodging bullets while you’re trying to find your way
Everyone’s around, but no one does a damn thing
It brings me down, but I won’t let them
If I seem bleak
Well you’d be correct
And if I don’t speak
It’s cause I can’t disconnect
But I won’t be burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you’re staring at the sun
When I ran I didn’t feel like a runaway
When I escaped I didn’t feel like I got away
There’s more to living than only surviving
Maybe I’m not there, but I’m still trying
Though you hear me
I don’t think that you relate
My will is something
That you can’t confiscate
So forgive me, but I won’t be frustrated
By destruction in your eyes
As you’re staring at the sun
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20 March 2009 tagged the offspring with Comments Off on the kids aren’t alright
When We Were Young The Future Was So Bright
The Old Neighborhood Was So Alive
And Every Kid On The Whole Damn Street
Was Gonna Make It Big And Not Be Beat
Now The Neighborhood’s Cracked And Torn
The Kids Are Grown Up But Their Lives Are Worn
How Can One Little Street
Swallow So Many Lives
Chances Thrown
Nothing’s Free
Longing For What Used To Be
Still It’s Hard
Hard To See
Fragile Lives Shattered Dreams
Jamie Had A Chance Well She Really Did
Instead She Dropped Out And Had A Couple Of Kids
Mark Still Lives At Home Cause He’s Got No Job
He Just Plays Guitar And Smokes A Lot Of Pot
Jay Committed Suicide
Brandon Od’d And Died
What The Hell Is Going On
The Cruelest Dream Reality
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20 March 2009 tagged nickelback with Comments Off on how you remind me
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I’m mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I’ve been wrong, i’ve been down
to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream “are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
it’s not like you didn’t know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
And this is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I’m mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I’ve been wrong, i’ve been down
to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream “are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I’m mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I’ve been wrong, i’ve been down
to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream “are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, are we having fun yet
yet, yet, are we having fun yet
yet, yet, are we having fun yet
yet, yet, are we having fun yet
no, no
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20 March 2009 tagged natalie imbruglia with Comments Off on torn
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn’t be that man I adore
You don’t seem to know or to care what your heart is for
Well I don’t know him anymore
There’s nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
Well that’s whats going on
Nothing’s fine I’m torn
I’m all out of faith, is this how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
So I guess the fortune teller’s right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don’t care, I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things
That I can’t touch
I’m torn
I’m all out of faith, is this how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
There’s nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothing’s right
I’m torn
I’m all out of faith, is this how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
I’m all out of faith, is this how I feel
I’m cold and I’m ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
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20 March 2009 tagged meatloaf with Comments Off on wasted youth
I REMEMBER EVERYTHING
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday
I was barely seventeen and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar
I don’t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel
I don’t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn’t at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right power cords and the precise angle from which to strike
The guitar bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was zoot, dark and rich
Like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterward
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play that I had never even heard before
So
I took my guitar
And I
Smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against the 1981 Harley Davidson
The Harley howled in pain
The guitar howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parent’s bedroom
Mummy and daddy where sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door
Creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the centre of the bed
My father woke up screaming
“STOP
WAIT A MINUTE
STOP IT BOY
WHAT D’YA THINK YA DOING
THATS NO WAY TO TREAT AN EXPENSIVE MUSICAL INSTRUMENT”
And I said
“GOD DAMMIT DADDY
You know I love you
BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL
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20 March 2009 tagged meatloaf with Comments Off on modern girl
Once a beautiful Miss America
Married Mr Right
Had a little baby girl
Born on a stormy night
But that was once upon a time
Now its a brand new world
Gimme the future
Gimme the future
Gimme the future with a modern girl
Somewhere just between the past
And something dawnin’ new
There’s a break in the chain
There’s a skip in the clock
Girl that where I’m gonna find you
Between the boy I was before and what I’m gonna be
There’s a clash on the border
A flame in the sky
Girl that where your gonna find me
Can’t you hear the planet groaning
Like a broken down machine
Rusted with the deals and tears of fallen kings and queens
But you and I stand innocent
Baby it’s a brand new world
Gimmee the future
Gimme the future
Gimmee the future with a modern girl
We’re the son and the daughter on a new freeway
Gimmee the future, gimmee the future
Laughin’ while the road map blows away
Gimmee the future with a modern girl
We’re the son and the daughter and we ain’t afraid
Gimmee the future, gimmee the future
Won’t be making the mistakes our fathers made
Gimmee the future with a modern girl
Gimme the future
Gimme the future
Gimme the future with a modern girl
Once a beautiful Miss America
Married Mr Right
Had a little baby boy born on a stormy night
But that was once upon a time
Now it’s a brand new world
Gimmee the future
Gimme the future
Gimmee the future with a modern girl
