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And I lift my glass to the awful truth Which you can't reveal to the ears of youth 'Cept to say it isn't worth a dime
from "Closing Time", by Leonard Cohen
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From: Arkansas Province, Baaldur | Registered: Jul 2007
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Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping cavalry Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade And the children dream of glory and Fortunes of War Safe in bed with stories of Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War
As the sun sets low on these playing fields An army returns bearing swords and shields Dustbin lids and raspberry canes they'll live to fight another day For warriors medals, milk bottle tops Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths Bright colours run in the summer rain
Sometimes when they fall they will pretend that their hankie is a bandage to stop the bleeding And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields There's bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War
I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador Through the jitterbug steps of the night before I followed him down to the church parade Where he makes his peace every armistice day I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain
For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend That the hankie is a bandage that can't stop the bleeding They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields With bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War While their children dream of glory and Fortunes of War Safe in bed with stories and Fortunes of War Of uniforms and glory, Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War
From: Liberty City | Registered: Jul 2003
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Definitely in a Fish mood at the moment:
Listen to me Just hear me out If I could have your attention Just quieten down for a voice in the crowd I get so confused and I don't understand I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say But you don't get the chance Just a voice in the crowd
I don't know the score anymore It's not clear anymore I can't tell right from wrong anymore I just don't understand I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old Like changing the channels on TV Or the dirt that we stand in to gold
When I was young My father told me just bad guys die At the time just a little white lie It was one of the first but it hurt me the most And the truth stung like tears in my eyes That even the good guys must die There's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why Even now it still makes me cry
If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line Just a little helping hand, just a little understanding Just some answers to the questions that surround me now If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors Where nothing here is ever what it seems You stand so close but you never understand it For all that we see is not all that it seems, am I blind?
And you sit there and talk revolution But can you tell me just who's in command? When you tell me the forces we're fighting Then I'll join you and gladly make plans But for now only our t-shirts cry freedom And our voices are gagged by our greed Our minds are harnessed by knowledge By the hill and the will to succeed And if that's not what you believe Would you just let me know I'm not standing alone That I'm not just a voice in the crowd
If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line Just a little helping hand, just a little understanding Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you If there's somebody up there, just throw me down a line Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors Where nothing is exactly how it seems You're reaching out, you're so close you can touch it But it all disappears when it's always so near But one day we will find that we stand in the light Until then I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors Nothing here is ever what it seems I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers That preside over our minds and our lives When they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that istruth
Day by day it's getting louder And day by day it's getting stronger But when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance, I listen to the crowd
And the boy stood and stared at the hill And the hill - it stared back
From: Liberty City | Registered: Jul 2003
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There's not a word yet, for old friends who've just met.
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"I look around, my room is filled with candles, each one a story, but they end the same..."
Queensryche - The Mission
(song sung from the perspective of a Catholic hitman who lights a candle for each person he kills)
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Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim of what said should be A servant `til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Just do as we say Finished here, Greeting Death He's yours to take away
Back to the front You will do what I say, when I say Back to the front You will die when I say, you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blindman
Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends Bodies fill the fields I see The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Just do as we say Finished here, Greeting Death He's yours to take away
Back to the front You will do what I say, when I say Back to the front You will die when I say, you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blindman
Why, Am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, Hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day Looking back I realize, nothing have I done Left to die with only friend Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Just do as we say Finished here, Greeting Death He's yours to take away
Back to the front You will do what I say, when I say Back to the front You will die when I say, you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blindman
Back to the front.
(possibly my favorite song of all time)
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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I may be there Maybe try to comfort me with My vacant stare That hangs above your vacant chair
Your eyes are lost in mine Or are they my eyes lost in yours? I try to entwine The wonder that we have there
Oh, no, no, dear Have you been coming here again? Listening to me singing Or is it me singing loud and clear and I was not without you Though I tried so hard to be you No, no, not without you I'm being very good at being you but All the times that we shared I knew that my eyesight was being impaired I knew something was wrong And I soon found out it was bad...
And everything I do Seems to be reflecting you I try my hand at work But work seems to be for an earlier person I'm not too late Please don't leave me out there You say you're not too late To come and hear me singing All the time I knew that all the time I was there singing I was there singing But you never knew All the times I spent being you To make up for you not being here All those times that we shared...
A ghost of a mist was on the field The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell
Easter here again, a time for the blind to see Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free
Out of the port of Liverpool Bound for the North of Ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below
And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free
What will you do? Make a stone of your heart? Will you set things right? When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night? With the plough and the stars alight?
What will you do? With the wire and the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide?
Forgive, Forget Sing "Never again."
From: Liberty City | Registered: Jul 2003
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Now everybody wants to prove how hip they are So they borrow up the wanger and they buy a brand-new car In the first three days, there's a dent in the trunk By the time they pay it off, it's a piece of junk When are they gonna' get smart? Dodge Dart
I've got a brown '67 sedan, with a big, slant seat Well, she burns a lot of oil, but she's mighty cheap to feed She starts up easy when the engine's cold The cops don't bug me, 'cause they think I'm old She owns a little piece of my heart Dodge Dart
Go, Little Dodgie Go, Little Dodgie You know, I like your style Go, Little Dodgie Go, Little Dodgie Another 50,000 Miles !
So please don't brag about that brand-new car you own 'Cause I can drive to Argentina for the interest on your loan She's got four bald tires and a hole in the seat But with her lifters clickin', she's the Queen of the Street I'll drive her 'til she falls apart Dodge Dart
-- Neal Gladstone, "Dodge Dart"
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"And I know you're a lonely one And I know it's a nightmare To be sounds on the radio To be stuck in a small town Where you two are the only ones We still blame rock & roll!"
-- The Milwaukees, "Rock & Roll #3"
(Any errors are all mine-- I tried to quote it as I listened.)
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From: Sunny Cali-- er, Planet Earth? | Registered: Jun 2005
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I want to be rich and I want lots of money I don’t care about clever. I don’t care about funny I want loads of clothes and fu*#loads of diamonds I heard people die while they’re trying to find them
And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless ‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous I’ll look in the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track. Yeah, I’m on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore And when do you think it will all become clear? ‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the Fear
Life’s about film stars and less about mothers It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other But it doesn’t matter ‘cuz I’m packing plastic And that’s what makes my life so fu*#ing fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption And it’s not my fault; It’s how I’m programmed to function I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track. Yeah, we’re on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore And when do you think it will all become clear? ‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the Fear
Forget about guns and forget ammunition ‘Cuz I’m killing ‘em all on my own little mission Now, I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner And everything’s cool as long as I’m getting thinner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore And when do you think it will all become clear? ‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the Fear
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Watch out Cupid Stuck me with a sickness Pull your little arrows out Let me live my life
You better watch out Cupid Stuck me with a sickness Pull your little arrows out Let me live my life The one I'd better lead All the blondes are fantasies
And we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me". And looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play I'll write you harmony in C
Everybody just wanna fall in love Everybody just wanna play the lead
Watch out Cupid Stuck me with a sickness Pull your little arrows out And let me live my life
She said, "I'm with stupid" Money is a sick muse Pull your little arrows out Let me live my life The one I'd better lead All the blondes are fantasies
And we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me". And looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play I'll write you in harmony C
Everybody just wanna fall in love Everybody just wanna play the lead
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When I was young, I would swing on a swing And my cares would go flying so far and away. The dreams I would dream would come crashing through And the stars, they would cry for the last Red July. Slow as the turtles would crawl, the sunset would bleed And the mountains stood firmly in place.
When I was a child, and the music was blaring Angels fled, fearing the last Red July Mmmmm... Red July Don't wanna' see another... Not another Red running down my head Thinking of all those sad, sad things we said That July...
-- K.J. Denhert, "Red July"
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There's a song that I sing wherever I'm sad feeling bad. There's a place in my head that I go when I'm feeling low.
I can trust in the melody. In this song I can find me. Every since I've lost you I've been so lost too. In our love there was harmony and I wanted to see this love through with you.
This Song is Familiar-Funkadelic
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Goodness gracious, is there nothing left to say? When the ones that get to keep looking are the ones that look away It's pabulum for the sleepers in the cult of brighter days
Goodness gracious, at the mercy of the crooks We're broke and stroking vegetables and there's way too many cooks In every pot a pink slip, in every mouth a hook
Goodness gracious, i'm not listening anymore 'Cause the spooks are in the white house and they've justified a war So wake me when they notify we're gonna fight some more
Goodness gracious, not many people care Concern is getting scarcer, true compassion really rare I can see it on our faces, i can feel it in the air Goodness gracious me
Goodness gracious, my generation's lost They burned down all our bridges before we had a chance to cross Is it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost?
Goodness gracious, of apathy i sing The babyboomers had it all and wasted everything Now recess is almost over and they won't get off the swing
Goodness gracious, we came in at the end No sex that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend We're the cleanup crew for parties we were too young to attend Goodness gracious me
Goodness gracious my grandma used to say The world's a scary place now, things were different in her day What horrors will be commonplace when my hair starts to grey?
From: Liberty City | Registered: Jul 2003
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There's a deep dark hole and it leads to nowhere. There's a deep dark hole and it leads to nowhere. Better step aside, best take care Keep an eye out and beware. There's a deep dark hole and it leads to nowhere.
It'll spin you around and keep you down Tie your feet right to the ground. 'Cause it's got no soul, it's a big black hole It'll mix you up and leave you out cold.
There's a deep dark hole and it leads to nowhere. There's a deep dark hole and it leads to nowhere...
-- Los Lobos "Deep Dark Hole"
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