Dude Posted March 3, 2006 Share Posted March 3, 2006 Was I in your dreamsI'd like to knowDid I touch your hand and did it feel like snow?Try to understand while I've got you on the phone Did I hurt you like I know I can?Tell me why you'd ever want to leave your loving manTry to understand, please try to understand Was I in your dreamsWas I in your dreams This dreamer died when his dreams died tooBut I don't really mind if I dream about you.I can't say what any of that means Oh was I in your dreams, late last night?Did you hold your pillow, did you squeeze me tight?I just want to make everything alright Was I in your dreamsWas I in your dreams Was I? Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted March 3, 2006 Share Posted March 3, 2006 Baby I'm afraid of a lot of things butI ain't scared of loving youAnd baby I know you're afraid of a lot of thingsBut don't be scared of love... 'causePeople will say all kinds of thingsBut that don't mean a damn to me'Cause all I see is what's in front of meAnd that's you Well I've been dragged all over the placeI've taken hits time just don't eraseAnd baby I can see you've been fucked with tooBut that don't mean your loving days are through'Cause people will say all kinds of thingsBut that don't mean a damn to me'Cause all I see is what's in front of meAnd that's you Well I may be just a foolBut I know you're just as coolAnd cool kids, they belong together Link to post Share on other sites
Tenderloin Posted March 3, 2006 Share Posted March 3, 2006 first the mic then a half cigarettesinging Cathy's clownthat's the man she's married to nowthat's the girl that he takes around townshe appears composed, so she is, I supposewho can really tellshe shows no emotion at allstares into space like a dead china doll I'm never gonna know you nowbut I'm gonna love you anyhow now she's done and they're calling someonesuch a familiar nameI'm so glad that my memories remote'cause I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to notehere it is the revenge to the tuneyou're no goodyou're no good, you're no good, you're no goodcan't you tell that it's well understood I'm never gonna know you nowbut I'm gonna love you anyhow I'm here today and expected to stayon and on and onI'm tired, I'm tired looking out on the substitute scenestill going strongXO, mom, it's ok, it's alright, nothing's wrongtell Mr. Man with impossible plansto just leave me alonein the place where I make no mistakesin the place where I have what it takes I'm never gonna know you nowbut I'm gonna love you anyhowI'm never gonna know you nowbut I'm gonna love you anyhowI'm never gonna know you nowbut I'm gonna love you anyhow Link to post Share on other sites
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GPARSUNDA Posted March 4, 2006 Share Posted March 4, 2006 Someday,Tomorrow will come.Though I'm not afraid of today,That's for sure. You laughed at me,For the last time.You've got to understand,It just wasn't in the plan. To me, your life was ended,When I said goodbye to you. Ah ha ha, you laughed at me,For the last time.Now there's nothing left,Tired of playing games. Your mind is lost,In a world that wasn't made for you,Though I feel the same way, tooI still got some things to do. Link to post Share on other sites
MeDave Posted March 4, 2006 Share Posted March 4, 2006 From the valley towards the mountainyou get there through the valleygo, with your eyes downand your there, and all you see in a flash, in a stream,golden and small relentless and understoodin the hills - inside you if there's something that you've missedtheres something you can(t) find - with time we are less and less evolvinggiants getting zoomed in focus on the planets and the life that you can't name don't you know they have namesforget the mountains,the depths of dreaminglet the valley forget me if there's something that you've missedor something you can(t) find - with time through the valleyand each footfallsurrender just falls softly. Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted March 4, 2006 Share Posted March 4, 2006 You and meWe come from different worldsYou like to laugh at meWhen I look at other girls Sometimes you Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted March 5, 2006 Share Posted March 5, 2006 sittin here with me and mineall wrapped up in a bottle of winelittle we can dowe gonna see it through somehow so now you ready to gomy lady?i been waitin on the boat herei been waitin so longohhh bang! bang! goes the night.all wrapped up in the firelightdon't rock bottom, just listenjust slow down so now you ready to gomy lady?i been waitin on the boat herei been waitin so longohhh "can he see me?does he feel me?does he know me at all?" "does it shiver?always deliver?does it know me at all?" so now are you ready to gomy lady?i been waitin on the boat herei been waitin so longohhh ohhhready goready go Link to post Share on other sites
MeDave Posted March 5, 2006 Share Posted March 5, 2006 Nothing could be bring me closer.Nothing could be bring me near.Where is the road I follow?Believing, leave. It Link to post Share on other sites
M. (hristine Posted March 6, 2006 Share Posted March 6, 2006 I'm sick and tired of hearing thingsFrom uptight, shortsighted, narrow-minded hypocritesAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truthI've had enough of reading thingsBy neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politiciansAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truthNo short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dickIs gonna mother hubbard soft soap meWith just a pocket full of soapMoney for dopeMoney for ropeNo short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dickIs gonna mother hubbard soft soap meWith just a pocket full of soapMoney for dopeMoney for ropeI'm sick to death of seeing thingsFrom tight-lipped, condescending mama's little chauvinistsAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truthI've had enough of watching scenesOf schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoic primadonnasAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truthNo short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dickIs gonna mother hubbard soft soap meWith just a pocket full of soapMoney for dopeMoney for ropeAh, I'm sick and tired of hearing thingsFrom uptight, shortsighted, narrow-minded hypocriticsAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truthI've had enough of reading thingsBy neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politiciansAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truth Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted March 7, 2006 Share Posted March 7, 2006 If you let me take your heartI will prove to youWe will never be apartIf I'm part of youOpen up you eyes nowTell me what you seeIt is no surprise nowWhat you see is me Big and black the clouds may beTime will pass awayIf you put your trust in meI'll make bright your dayLook into these eyes nowTell me what you seeDon't you realize nowWhat you see is meTell me what you see Listen to me one more timeHow can I get throughCan't you try to see that I'mTryin' to get to youOpen up your eyes nowTell me what you seeIt is no surprise nowWhat you see is meTell me what you see Listen to me one more timeHow can I get throughCan't you try to see that I'mTryin' to get to youOpen up your eyes nowTell me what you seeIt is no surprise nowWhat you see is me Link to post Share on other sites
embiggen Posted March 8, 2006 Share Posted March 8, 2006 Once I had my heroesOnce I had my dreamsBut all of that is changed nowThe truth begins againThe truth is not that comfortable, noMother taught us patienceThe virtues of restraintFather taught us boundariesThe knowledge we must goI'm trying to protect my unity That's when I reach for my revolverThat's when it all gets blown awayThat's when I reach for my revolverThe spirit passes by this way A friend of mine once told meHis one and only aimTo build a giant castleAnd in it sign his nameSign it with complete community That's when I reach for my revolverThat's when it all gets blown awayThat's when I reach for my revolverThe spirit passes by this way Now that the sky is emptyAnd that is nothing newInstead they look upon usWhen they tell meThat we're nothingI say! That's when I reach for my revolverThat's when it all gets blown awayThat's when I reach for my revolverThe spirit passes by this way That's when I reach for my revolverThat's when it all gets blown awayThat's when I reach for my revolverThe spirit passes by this way Link to post Share on other sites
JUDE Posted March 8, 2006 Share Posted March 8, 2006 Strap them kids inGive em a lil bit of vodkain a cherry cokewere goin to oklahomato the family reunionfor the first time in yearsits up at uncle slatonscuz hes gettin on in yearsno longer travels but hesstill pretty spryhes not much on talkand hes too mean to dieand they'll be comin downfrom kansas and west arkansasit'll be one big old partylike you've never saw uncle slaton's got his texan prideback in the thickets with his asian bridehes got an airstream trailer and aholstein cowstill makes whiskey cuz he still knows howplays that chocktaw bingo every friday nightyou know he had to leave texas but he won't say whyhe owns a quarter section up by lake ufallacaught a great big ol bluecat on a driftin juglinesells his hardwood timber to the chippin millcooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sellhe cooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sellyou know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell my cousin roscoe, slaton's oldest boyfrom his second marraige up in illinoishes raised in east st louis by hismammas people where they do things differentthought he'd come on downhes goin to dallas texas in a semi truckcaught from that big mcdonaldsyou know that one thats built up on thatbig old bridge across the will rogers turnpiketook the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarretsat that indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke ringsand the cherokee nations hittin the skogee late that nightsomebody ran the stoplight at the shawnee bypassroscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite bob and mae come up fromsome little town way down bylake taxoma where he coaches footballthey were two-A champions for two years runningbut he says they wont be this yearnot they wont be this yearand he stopped off in tuska at the pop knife and gun placebought a sks rifle and a couple full cases of that steel core ammo with the beardam primers from some east bloc nation that no longer needs emand a desert eagle thats one great big old pistoli mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass ebersand some surplus tracers for that old BARof slatons as soon as it gets darkwere gonna have us a timewere gonna have us a time ruth-anne and lynn come from baxter springsthats one hell-raisin town way down insoutheastern kansasgot a biger bar next to the lingerie storethats got rollin stones lips up there inbright pink neonand they're right downtown where everyone can see emand they burn all nightyou know they burn all nightthey burn all night Uncle slaton's got his texan prideback in the thickets with his asian bridehes got a corner pasture and an acre lotshe sells them owner financed strictly to themits got no kind of creditcause he knows they're slackersand they'll miss that paymentand he'll take it backplays that choctaw bingoevery friday nighthe drinks his johnny walkerat that club 69were gonna strap those kinds ingive em a lil bit of vinadryllwere gonna have us a timewere gonna have us a time Link to post Share on other sites
ronbonne Posted March 8, 2006 Share Posted March 8, 2006 Once I was a soldierAnd I fought on foreign sands for youOnce I was a hunterAnd I brought home fresh meat for youOnce I was a loverAnd I searched behind your eyes for youAnd soon there Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted March 9, 2006 Share Posted March 9, 2006 Down in the graveyard where we have our trystThe air smells sweet, the air smells sickHe never smiles, his mouth merely twistsThe breath in my lungs feels clinging and thickBut I know his name, he's called Mr. D.And one of these days he's gonna set you freeHuman skulls is hangin' right 'round his neckThe palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so freeDancin', dancin', dancin' so freeDancin', Lord, keep your hand off meDancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. Will it be poison put in my glassWill it be slow or will it be fast?The bite of a snake, the sting of a spiderA drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint nightHiding in a corner in New York CityLookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so freeDancin', dancin', dancin' so freeDancin', Lord, keep your hand off meDancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. One night I was dancin' with a lady in blackWearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hatShe looked at me longin' with black velvet eyesShe gazed at me strange all cunning and wiseThen I saw the flesh just fall off her bonesThe eyes in her skull was burning like coalsLord, have mercy, fire and brimstoneI was dancin' with Mrs. D. Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so freeI was dancin', dancin', dancin' so freeDancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin' Link to post Share on other sites
foolnrain97 Posted March 9, 2006 Share Posted March 9, 2006 Pop tartWhat's our missionDo we knowBut never listenFor too longThey held me underBut I hearIt's almost overIn DetroitOn a Memphis trainLike you said it'sDown in the heat and the summer rain ofThe automatic gauze of your memoriesDown in the sleep at the airplane races Try to hold onTo this heartA little bit longerTry to hold onTo this love aloudTry to hold onFor this heart'sA little bit colderTry to hold onTo this lovePaperback scrawl your hidden poemsWritten around the dried out flowersHere we are still trading placesTo try to hold on Pop tartCan you envisionA free worldOf clear divisionFor too longThey held us underBut I knowWe're getting overIn DetroitWith the Nashville tearsLike you said it'sDown in the heat with the broken numbersDown in the gaze of solemnityDown in the way you've held togetherTo try to hold onTo this heartA little bit closerTry to hold onTo this love aloudTry to hold onFor this heart'sA little bit olderTry to hold onTo this love aloud And we are still aliveTry to hold onAnd we have survivedTry to hold onAnd no one should denyWe tried to hold onto the pulse of the feedback currentInto the flow of encrypted movementSlapback kills the ancient remnantsThat try to hold onTry to hold onTo this heart aliveTry to hold onTo this love aloudTry to hold onAnd we are still aliveTry to hold onAnd we have survivedTry to hold on Pop tartYou never listenSkinned kneesTry to hold onStop startWhat's our missionSkinned kneesTry to hold on Link to post Share on other sites
JUDE Posted March 9, 2006 Share Posted March 9, 2006 Poor little house in the country 18 dogs and an M-16 for company Those cowboys coming over the horizon They Link to post Share on other sites
viatroy Posted March 9, 2006 Share Posted March 9, 2006 My love is in league with the freewayIts passion will ride, as the cities fly byAnd the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of nightAnd the questions in thousands take flightMy love is a-miles in the waitingThe eyes that just stare, and the glance at the clockAnd the secret that burns, and the pain that grows darkAnd it's you once againLeading me on - leading me down the roadDriving beyond - driving me down the road My love is exceedingly vividRed-eyed and fevered with the hum of the milesDistance and longing, my thoughts do provideShould I rest for a while at the sideYour love is cradled in knowingEyes in the mirror, still expecting they'll comeSensing too well when the journey is doneThere is no turning back - noThere is no turning back - on the run Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Laminated Kat Posted March 10, 2006 Share Posted March 10, 2006 over the rooftops a plane in the sky beat of a bass drum cars passing me by under a bridge dark then back into light a river of raincoats and a forest of facesstill for a moment then red into green slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen row upon row of houses return an empty stare let the daydream for a little while longerhope I'll never wake when I'm thinking about you hope I'll never wake cos now I'm thinking about youtwo-minute hailstorm then melts into rain sing me a rainbow it's sunny again swallows overhead while the traffic snarls below could I keep dreaming for a little while longerhope I'll never wake when I'm thinking about you so that you know Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted March 10, 2006 Share Posted March 10, 2006 I waited for you winterlongYou seem to be where I belong.It's all illusion anyway. If things should ever turn out wrongAnd all the love we have is gone,It won't be easy on that day. Waiting to followThrough the dreamlight of your wayIs not so easy for me now. Half the time has passed awayThings we thought of yesterdayCome back now, come back now,Ohhh. Waiting to followThrough the dreamlight of your wayIs not so easy for me now. Half the time has passed awayThings we thought of yesterdayCome back now, come back now,Ohhh. I waited for you winterlongYou seem to be where I belong. Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted March 10, 2006 Share Posted March 10, 2006 I am thinking it's a signThat the freckles in our eyesAre mirror images andWhen we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculateThat God himself did make us intoCorresponding shapes like puzzles piecesFrom the clay True, it may seem like a stretchBut it's thoughts like thisThat catch my troubled headWhen you're away, when I am missing you to death When you were out there on the roadFor several weeks of showsAnd when you scan the radioI hope this song will guide you home They will see us waving from such great heights"Come down now," they'll sayBut everything looks perfect from far away"Come down now," but we'll stay I've tried my best to leaveThis all on your machineBut the persistent beatSounded thin upon listening That frankly will not flyYou will hear the shrillest highsAnd lowest lows with the windows downWhen this is guiding you home They will see us waving from such great heights"Come down now," they'll sayBut everything looks perfect from far away"Come down now," but we'll stay... Link to post Share on other sites
embiggen Posted March 11, 2006 Share Posted March 11, 2006 We had an apartment in the city,Me and loretta liked living there.Well, it,d been years since the kids had grown,A life of their own left us alone.John and linda live in omaha,And joe is somewhere on the road.We lost davy in the korean war,And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore. Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.Old people just grow lonesomeWaiting for someone to say, hello in there, hello. Me and loretta, we don't talk much more,She sits and stares through the back door screen.And all the news just repeats itselfLike some forgotten dream that we've both seen.Someday I'll go and call up rudy,We worked together at the factory.But what could I say if asks what's new? Nothing, what's with you? nothing much to do. So if you're walking down the street sometimeAnd spot some hollow ancient eyes,Please don't just pass 'em by and stareAs if you didn't care, say, hello in there, hello. Link to post Share on other sites
MrRain422 Posted March 11, 2006 Share Posted March 11, 2006 Drink at the Bar Nothing bar anythingBut the bottom step of the ladderIt keeps getting higher and higher Dawn comes soon enough for the working classIt keeps getting sooner or laterThis is the game that moves as you play How does it feel to have your own bottle of boozeBehind the bar, how does it feelTo play cards with the barmaids while they work At Jocko's RocketshipOr The One Eye JackMy Sin and The Lucky StarA steady place to study and drink Day old daysAncient bloody mary bastardsIn a hardcore blue collar barHere we sit, a shot and a beerAfter another hard earned day Dawn comes soon enough for the working classIt keeps getting sooner or laterThis is the game that moves as you play At the Hi-D-HiAnd The Hula GalBee-Hive Bar and The Zircon LoungeG.G.'s Cozy CornerThe Gift Of LoveStop'N'Drink, Sit'N'Sip, Rest'N'PiecesDexter's New Approach and The Get Down LoungeThe Aorta Bar, Detroit's Main Vein Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted March 11, 2006 Share Posted March 11, 2006 Let me in, the voice cried softly, from outside the wooden door. Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance, Blood stained the icy wall of the shore. I'm the only one left. The storm, took them all, He managed as he tried to stand. The tears ran down his face. Please, it's cold. When he woke, there was no trace of the ship. Only the dawn was left behind by the storm. He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him. That rose, from the sea, to the door. There was a sound at the window then. The captain started, his breath was still. Slowly, he turned. From behind the edge of the windowsill, There appeared the delicate hand of a child. His face was flush and timid. He stared at the captain through frightened eyes. The captain reached for something to hold on to, Help me, he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet. The boy's face went pale, He recognized the sound. Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow. Lost in the doorstep of the empty house. I'm trying to find my way home. I'm sorry... ...and I miss you. I miss you. I've grown taller now. I want the police to be notified. I'll make it up to you, I swear, I'll make it up to you. I miss you. Link to post Share on other sites
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