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post some lyrics
that are applicable to your life/situation right now/whatever
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Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time Its just that demon life has got you in its sway Its just that demon life has got you in its sway Aint flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on the burial ground Cant stand the feeling getting so brought down Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me in its sway There must be ways to find out Love is the way they say is really strutting out Hey, hey, hey now One day I woke up to find Right in the bed next to mine Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me... Its just that demon life has got me... |
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Punk rock song I wrote in 78. |
that song makes me cry now
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The "One day I woke up to find..." part of Sway always gets to me. It didn't mean much until after I'd fallen in love with my wife. But it sort of chronicles the way my life was then--dark and sad, and then suddenly, this woman lighting everything up. Isn't that a nice story?
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that's just lovely. warms the cockles of my heart.
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Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused
The collected breaths of mutes And all our silent exhalations Where we should've put words Or words we had no one to tell Emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves Coming back to us now To remind us what we meant to say Or that we meant to say something Coming down and dying In one giant quiet On the streets and cars Huzzled like jewels in girls' hair On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket And on my glasses and feet Cut 'em deep and weap out loud Just dust and just a hair in your mouth You drink and think you're tonguin' something to shout But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth And now these empty breaths reflect The feedback of headlights Push leaves and coffee cups To lower altitudes and gutters Rain is confession weather And we become booths of prayer if we let us And now these empty breaths reflect The feedback of headlights Push leaves and coffee cups To lower altitudes and gutters Rain is confession weather And we become booths of prayer if we let us |
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I love it when you talk dirty. Sway is a wonderful song, probably one of the "hardest" the Stones ever recorded, just gritty dark sound and a beautiful solo outro. |
i love that one and coming down again
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Oh, I'm just gonna post the lyrics of my favorite song of all time.
Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath, Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left. With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene That was doing her thing on your chest. But oh comely, It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess In your memory, you're drunk on your awe to me It doesn't mean anything at all. Oh comely, All of your friends are all letting you blow, Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holes Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend You could need to say comforting things in your ear But oh comely, There isn't such one friend that you could find here. Standing next to me, He's only my enemy I'll crush him with everything I own. Say what you want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out All your miracles aimed for me. Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies, While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park. Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums, The music and medicine you needed for comforting. So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving, And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me. Soft silly music is meaningful magical, The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries. All of them milking with green fleshy flowers, While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines. Smelling of semen all under the garden Was all you were needing when you still believed in me. Say what your want to say. Hang for your hollow ways. Moving your mouth to pull out All your miracles aimed for me. And I know they buried her body with others, Her sister and mother and five-hundred families. And will she remember me fifty years later? I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine. Know all your enemies. We know who our enemies are. Goldaline, my dear, We will fold and freeze together Far away from here. There is sun and spring and green forever. But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach. Place your body here, Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine. |
This is probably more appropriate to my current and seemingly unending situation:
Ive been holding out so long Ive been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you Ive been hanging on the phone Ive been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh Well, Ive been haunted in my sleep Youve been starring in my dreams Lord I miss you Ive been waiting in the hall Been waiting on your call When the phone rings Its just some friends of mine that say, Hey, whats the matter man? Were gonna come around at twelve With some puerto rican girls that are just dyin to meet you. Were gonna bring a case of wine Hey, lets go mess and fool around You know, like we used to Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Oh everybody waits so long Oh baby why you wait so long Wont you come on! come on! Ive been walking in central park Singing after dark People think Im crazy Ive been stumbling on my feet Shuffling through the street Asking people, whats the matter with you boy? Sometimes I want to say to myself Sometimes I say Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh I wont miss you child I guess Im lying to myself Its just you and no one else Lord I wont miss you child Youve been blotting out my mind Fooling on my time No, I wont miss you, baby, yeah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah |
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Goats Head Soup has some beautiful songs. I really like Winter too. |
winter is maybe my favorite stones song
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Attraction is Ephemeral by Mecca Normal
"I'm intrigued by you," he says. "You're beautiful. Beautiful." "Thank-you," I say, wondering if this is just another line. Just another game. Wondering how much recent deception informs my reaction. We connected right from the start. You can't make this happen. You can't make this happen. Can you? Someone wouldn't be able to make this happen. It gets chilly. We step inside. I make more tea, plain tea. Cheap tea. He says, "I love a woman who adorns herself with jewelry. I like a woman who has lots of variation in her wardrobe. I love good shoes on a woman and beautiful lingerie." He suggests I visit a website of Austrian designed underwear. "It's expensive, but it's beautiful, it's beautiful," he says. I stand there by the stove, in my slutty outfit, the total of which probably cost me $15, including my $1 panties and my Value Village bra. "What do you wear during the day, when you're working here alone?" he asks. "Old levis cords, a t-shirt, paint splattered hush puppies with holes in the soles." I guess I could have said, "Prada, darling." Adornment. He's an architect of many things. He's going to bring his grand piano out of storage. In bed he tires to put the condom on. He curses. I try to see what he's doing, but I'm pinned under him. I hear him stretching the condom like he's making a balloon animal. He gives up and I lie there under him. Two hundred and thirty pounds. He says, "Am I crushing you?" "Sort of," I say. He gets off of me. In his deep, sexy voice he says, "I want to please you." "You do please me," I say, as one does. "I mean really please you," he says. "OK," I say, and then we both laugh, me 'til I cry. He says, "We have time. Don't warn me. Don't warn me. Don't warn me about yourself." "OK," I say. Does that include not telling him that I'm too cheap to take the bus so I walk twenty minutes to get to the store and that I carry my groceries home in my packsack -- which is fine with me -- and I don't buy crackers and cheese and pickles and cookies because they are too expensive. I know the prices on almost everything in the little shops -- if oranges are 59 cents a pound here and the same ones 49 cents a pound across the street. I will cross the street to save whatever it is on my 2 oranges -- and brag about. He says, "We have time. He's going to bring his grand piano out of storage. We have time and you're beautiful and you're intriguing." And I say, "Thank you." Wondering if this is just another really long line, another really long and complicated line. He's the architect of another really long line. Another really long line. |
the cat sat on the mat.
said over a dense choking sound with an heavy industrial beat. |
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You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Satan again. I approve! (Big surprise.) Think I just figured out the album I'm gonna listen to tonight. |
like satan needs dick, i need some new kind of kick.
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I can recommend the new McDonald's angus beef. Will that do?
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