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How do you feel today?
This is the music that is currently you. It's the "Songs" thread, but I don't feel like looking for it.
This song was originally done by Pete Townsend....The W.H.O....you know HAIR and Jesus Christ Superstar...and that sorta thing. Behind Blue Eyes.... No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it’s like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren’t as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That’s never free No one knows what it’s like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren’t as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That’s never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes My other song is a Bob Dylan song: A Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |
Hmm....I just feel pregnant :)....I don't think there's a song about that...
I hope that you're doing well, Heather...*muah* I gotta go make dinner now...Catch ya later |
Speaking of "HAIR"....Barry Cowsill is still missing in New Orleans.....hasn't been heard from since Katrina.
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I felt pretty bad untill i read the "Jon Benet Ramsey " thread.
Now i feel REALLY bad and disgusted..... Thanks alot Rayne..:mad: |
I'm very, very, very tired. Working two jobs is starting to catch up with me.
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I feel terrible. Being strung along and then rejected sucks.
/emo mode |
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Well......i see there is NO love for the Cowsills.
Just remember people...if it wasn't for the Cowsills...there would be NO Partridge Family...and if it wasn't for the Partridge Family there wouldn't be NO METAL....i'm not sure the connection on that one...but its true. And to stay on topic [ far be it for me to stray off topic ] I feel fine....and here is a song from the aformentioned Partridge Family. I'm sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread I think I love you (I think I love you) This morning I woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with And so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to myself And never talk about it and didn't I go and shout it When you walked into the room I think I love you (I think I love you) Chorus: I think I love you so what am I so afraid of? I'm afraid that I'm not sure of A love there is no cure for I think I love you...isn't that what life is made of? Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way |
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Well, I'm gonna stick with Haunted's original idea and I chose I Got You, alternately entitled "I Feel Good" by James Brown.
Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would, now So good, so good, I got you Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you When I hold you in my arms I know that I can't do no wrong and when I hold you in my arms My love won't do you no harm and I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you When I hold you in my arms I know that I can't do no wrong and when I hold you in my arms My love can't do me no harm and I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, well I got you Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would So good, so good, 'cause I got you So good, so good, 'cause I got you So good, so good, 'cause I got you |
You could say I am mad at someone. I have been irritable all damn day and I am just really tired.
Hammer Smashed Face - Cannibal Corpse There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells another being Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding Brutality now becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead Eyes bulging from their sockets With every swing of my mallet I smash your fucking head in, until brains seep in through the cracks, blood does leak distorted beauty, catastrophe Steaming slop, splattered all over me Lifeless body, slouching dead lecherous abcess, where you once had a head Avoiding the prophecy of my new found lust You will never live again, soon your life will end I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half Crushing, cranial, contents Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions Suffer, and then you die Torture, pulverized At one with my sixth sense, I feel free To kill as I please, no one can stop me Created to kill, the carnage continues Violently reshaping human facial tissue Brutality becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead |
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I love that song. I really do, but only the way David Cassidy does it. Does anyone think that he still kinda does it in that VH1 we are the whatever.... Oh, and Ritualistic... I'm your Druidess, sweetheart. |
Iron Maiden "The Prisoner"
I'm on the run, I kill to eat I'm starving now, feeling dead on my feet Going all the way, I'm natures beast Do what I want and do as I please Run - Fight - To breathe - It's tough Now you see me now you don't Break the walls I'm coming out Not a prisoner I'm a free man And my blood is my own now Don't care where the past was I know where I'm going ...out! If you kill me it's self defense And if I kill ya' then I call it vengeance Spit in your eye I will defy You'll be afraid when I call out your name Run - Fight - To breathe - It's gonna be tough Now you see me now you don't Break the walls I'm coming out Not a prisoner I'm a free man And my blood is my own now Don't care where the past was I know where I'm going I'm not a number I'm a free man Live my life where I want to You'd better scratch me from your black book Coz' I'll run rings around you |
I feel this way often.
Another Iron Maiden song "Stranger in a strange land." Was many years ago that I left home and came this way I was a young man, full of hope and dreams But now it seems to me that all is lost and nothing gained Sometimes things ain't what they seem No brave new world, no brave new world No brave new world, no brave new world Night and day I scan horizon, sea and sky My spirit wanders endlessly Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why Hear me calling, rescue me Set me free, set me free Lost in this place, and leave no trace [Chorus:] Stranger in a strange land Land of ice and snow Trapped inside this prison Lost and far from home One hundred years have gone and men again they came that way To find the answer to the mystery They found his body lying where it fell that day Preserved in time for all to see No brave new world, no brave new world Lost in this place, to leave no trace What became of the man that started All are gone and their souls departed Left me here in this place So all alone [Chorus] What became of the man that started All are gone and their souls departed Left me here in this place So all alone [Chorus] |
This song is me pretty much all the time.
Lynyrd Skynyrd Simple Man (Gary Rossington - Ronnie VanZant) Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It will help you some sunny day. Take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass. Go find a woman and you'll find love, And don't forget son, There is someone up above. (Chorus) And be a simple kind of man. Be something you love and understand. Be a simple kind of man. Won't you do this for me son, If you can? Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul, And you can do this if you try. All that I want for you my son, Is to be satisfied. (Chorus) Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself. Follow you heart and nothing else. And you can do this if you try. All I want for you my son, Is to be satisfied. |
Find me a song:
Sick, tired, bored, and wet. |
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...or should I just let this one go. |
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I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you might find You get what you need We went down to the demonstration To get your fair share of abuse Singing, "we're gonna vent our frustration If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse" You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you just might find You get what you need I went down to the chelsea drugstore To get your prescription filled I was standing in line with mr. jimmy And man, did he look pretty ill We decided that we would have a soda My favorite flavor, cherry red I sung my song to mr. jimmy Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead" I said to him You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you just might find You get what you need You get what you need--yeah, oh baby I saw her today at the reception In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well i could tell by her blood-stained hands You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you just might find You just might find You get what you need You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need |
I love that song, Zwoti. It's really powerful.
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Hmm...Is there a song about how bad the library sucks?:mad:
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The library sucks!
'Cause BR can't get her books! Eventhough she's got the looks The library sucks! The librarian's a whore She stands by the door From BR she wants more Than her library card Such a fuckin' 'tard The microfilm is trashy All filled with porn All the films are torn It makes BR forelorn :D :D :D :D |
(Smiling Out Loud)
Tell me where I can find a library that's that cool! |
Young Parisians - Jump the next train <small clip, not all the lyrics>
Either way it's suicide
Cars drive through in real time You choose the stars in blue and white I love you till i'm dead inside Plastic eyes look milky white And the violence makes things hard to hide Our pale faces sink in time Either way it's suicide |
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And the library STILL sucks... But...It's my only point of computer access at the moment...*sigh* |
I wondered where you were at :)
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I'm too depressed to think of any songs. My kitty Sunkist, who is the love of my life, is missing and i've got the flu so i'm in no condition to go look for him.
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I hope you find your kitty. A little love from the Lady Bastet coming your way.
You know, kitties sometimes wonder off. Most times they come trotting back. Sunkist...here kitty kitty..TTV wants you home safe and sound. Be a good kitty. (MANIFEST) |
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, ’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see. But, if I stayed here with you, girl, Things just couldn’t be the same. ’cause I’m as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can’t change. Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love. Though this feeling I can’t change. But please don’t take it badly, ’cause lord knows I’m to blame. But, if I stayed here with you girl, Things just couldn’t be the same. Cause I’m as free as a bird now, And this bird you’ll never change. And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can’t change. Lord help me, I can’t change |
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Ever since I saw Devil's Rejects, that song has a whole different feeling to it. |
How happy is the human soul
When not enslaved by dull control left to dream and roam and play shed the guilt of former days |
Spark- Tori Amos (I mean, she and I bond on this one. We're speaking the same language)
she's addicted to nicotine patches she's addicted to nicotine patches she's afraid of the light in the dark 6:58 are you sure where my spark is here here here she's convinced she could hold back a glacier but she couldn't keep baby alive doubting if there's a woman in there somewhere here here here you say you don't want it again and again but you don't really mean it you say you don't want it this circus we're in but you don't you don't really mean it you don't really mean it if the divine master plan is perfection maybe next i'll give judas a try trusting my soul to the ice cream assassin here here here you say you don't want it again and again but you don't really mean it you say you don't want it this circus we're in but you don't you don't really mean it you don't really mean it how many fates turn around in the overtime ballerinas that have fins that you'll never find you thought that you were the bomb yeah well so did i say you don't want it say you don't want it how many fates turn around in the overtime ballerinas that have fins that you'll never find you thought that you were the bomb yes well so did i say you don't want it say you don't want it say you don't want it again and again but you don't really mean it say you don't want it this circus we're in but you don't you don't really mean it you don't really mean it she's addicted to nicotine patches she's afraid of the light in the dark 6:58 are you sure where my spark is here here here |
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