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Edited by
Dancere
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I have lyrics stuck just as often as songs ...
 ... I'm in need of a Lyric Shelter Camp ...  Feel free to throw any this way that take your fancy ...  ...  I'll kick off w/ the present tense for the tent: I know you don't like weak women, you get bored so quick ... And you don't like strong women cuz they're hip to your tricks .. ' Edit ...  ... Obligatory typos ...
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These are permeating my very being, for 3 days grace now ...
I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything If you see the wonder of the fairy tale You can take the future even if you fail I believe in angels, something good in everything I see I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me I'll cross the stream, I have a dream I have a dream, a fantasy, to help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness still another mile I believe in angels, something good in everything I see I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me I'll cross the stream, I have a dream I'll cross the stream, I have a dream I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything If you see the wonder of a fairy tale You can take the future even if you fail I believe in angels, something good in everything I see I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me I'll cross the stream, I have a dream I'll cross the stream, I have a dream |
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In the summertime when the weather's high,
you can stretch right up and touch the sky, when the weather's fine, you got women, you got women on your mind. Have a drink, have a drive, go out and see what you can find. If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal. If her daddy's poor, just do as you feel. Speed along the lane, Do a ton, or a ton and twenty-five. When the sun goes down, you can make it, make it good in a lay-by. We're not grey people, we're not dirty, we're not mean. We love everybody, but we do as we think. When the weather's fine we go fishing or go swimming in the sea. We're always happy, life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy. Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee. Da-da-da-da-da...Yeah, we're happy happy, da-da-da-da-dah. When the winter's here, then it's party time. Bring a bottle, wear your bright clothes. It'll soon be summertime, and we'll sing again, we'll go drivin' or maybe we'll settle down. If she's rich, if she's nice, bring you're friends and we'll all go into town. |
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Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora Hush, now, don't you cry Ah, Toora, loora, loora Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora It's an Irish lullaby Over in Killarney, many years ago My mother sang this song to me in tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day Toora, loora, loora Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora Hush, now, don't you cry Ah, Toora, loora, loora Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora It's an Irish lullaby |
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... My darling, dear Mum sang this to me every night: When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be Will I be pretty, will I be rich Here's what she said to me. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be. When I was young, I fell in love I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead Will we have rainbows, day after day Here's what my sweetheart said. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be. Now I have children of my own They ask their mother, what will I be Will I be handsome, will I be rich I tell them tenderly. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be |
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And this one ...
How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf) The one with the waggley tail How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf) I do hope that doggie's for sale I must take a trip to California And leave my poor sweetheart alone If he has a dog he won't be lonesome And the doggie will have a good home How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf) The one with the waggley tail How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf) I do hope that doggie's for sale I read in the papers there are robbers (roof, roof) With flashlights that shine in the dark My love needs a doggie to protect him And scare them away with one bark I don't want a bunny or a kitty I don't want a parrot that talks I don't want a bowl of little fishies He can't take a goldfish for a walk How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf) The one with the waggley tail How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf) I do hope that doggie's for sale |
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Goodnight, my someone,
Goodnight, my love, Sleep tight, my someone, Sleep tight, my love, Our star is shining it's brightest light For goodnight, my love, for goodnight. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, If dreams there be Sweet dreams to carry you close to me. I wish they may and I wish they might Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight True love can be whispered from heart to heart When lovers are parted they say But I must depend on a wish and a star As long as my heart doesn't know who you are. Sweet dreams be yours dear, If dreams there be Sweet dreams to carry you close to me. I wish they may and I wish they might Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight. Goodnight, Goodnight ... |
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And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha All I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows, We'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day. And I remember quiet evenings Trembling close to you...
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- AS - Stevie Wonder -
As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May Just as hate knows love's the cure You can rest your mind assure That I'll be loving you always As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow But in passing will grow older every day Just as all is born is new Do know what I say is true That I'll be loving you always Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky---ALWAYS Until the ocean covers every mountain high---ALWAYS Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea---ALWAYS Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream Did you know that true love asks for nothing Her acceptance is the way we pay Did you know that life has given love a guarantee To last through forever and another day Just as time knew to move on since the beginning And the seasons know exactly when to change Just as kindness knows no shame Know through all your joy and pain That I'll be loving you always As today I know I'm living but tomorrow Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear For I'll know deep in my mind The love of me I've left behind Cause I'll be loving you always Until the day is night and night becomes the day---ALWAYS Until the trees and seas just up and fly away---ALWAYS Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4---ALWAYS Until the day that is the day that are no more Did you know that you're loved by somebody? Until the day the earth starts turning right to left---ALWAYS Until the earth just for the sun denies itself I'll be loving you forever Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through---ALWAYS Until the day that you are me and I am you---AL~~~~~~WA~~ ~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA~~~~ Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky~~~~~AA~~~~ ~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~YS~~ALWAYS We all know sometimes lifes hates and troubles Can make you wish you were born in another time and space But you can bet you life times that and twice its double That God knew exactly where he wanted you to be placed so make sure when you say you're in it but not of it You're not helping to make this earth a place sometimes called Hell Change your words into truths and then change that truth into love And maybe our children's grandchildren And their great-great grandchildren will tell I'll be loving you Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky--Loving you Until the ocean covers every mountain high--Loving you Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea--Loving you Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream--Be loving you Until the day is night and night becomes the day--Loving you Until the trees and seas up, up and fly away--Loving you Until the day that 8x8x8x8 is 4--Loving you Until the day that is the day that are no more--Loving you Until the day the earth starts turning right to left--Be loving you Until the earth just for the sun denies itself--Loving you Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through--Loving you Until the day that you are me and I am you-- Now ain't that loving you Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky Ain't that loving you Until the ocean covers every mountain high And I've got to say always Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea~~AL~~~WA~~~AYS Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream-Um AL~~WA~~AYS Until the day is night and night becomes the day-AL~~~~WA~~AYS Until the trees and seas just up and fly away-AL~~WA~~~AA~~~~~ Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA Until the day that is the day that are no more-AA~~~~AA~~AA~~~AYS Until the day the earth starts turning right to left-AL~~~WA~~~A~~~AA Until the earth just for the sun denies itself-~~AA~~~AA~~~AA~~~AYS Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through-AL~~~WAYS Until the day that you are me and I am you Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky Until the ocean covers every mountain high Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream Until the day is night and night becomes the day Until the trees and seas just up and fly away Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4 Until the day that is the day that are no more Until the day the earth starts turning right to left Until the earth just for the sun denies itself Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through Until the day that you are me and I am you |
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Little bird come and sat upon my window sill.
Sat there thru the pourin' rain As I watched that little bird upon my window sill I saw my thoughts of you go by again And a picture of my face reflected on the pane Is it tears or is it rain? I remember how we talked before we said goodbye To young to notice the world outside our door And how we laughed and said our love was free Like birds that fly the winds Well the rainy day made me think of you once more I have no regrets about the past I see how young we were When our world was love and life was but a thought Many things go many ways and many times but once Our lives have passed and that love is but a thought And a picture of my face reflected on the pane Is it tears or is it rain? So as the thoughts go tumblin' back I wonder how you loved Wonder if you've seen that little bird I wonder if he's sat upon your window sill I wonder if you'll ever hear these words ... |
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, And your basement clothes and your hollow face, Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss, And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug, And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide. But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh, how could they ever mistake you? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm, But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, How could they ever, ever persuade you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show, Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold, And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul, Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? ... 
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Well my friends are gone and my hair is gray
I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?" Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long Oh, a hundred floors above me in the tower of song I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all I'm standing by the window where the light is strong Ah they don't let a woman kill you not in the tower of song Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song I see you standing on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide I loved you baby, way back when And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the tower of song Yeah, my friends are gone and my head is gray I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song |
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I've been so many places in my life and time I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhyme I've acted out my love in stages With ten thousand people watching But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you I know your image of me is what I hope to be I've treated you unkindly but darlin' can't you see There's no one more important to me Darlin' can't you please see through me Cause we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you You taught me precious secrets of the truth witholding nothing You came out in front and I was hiding But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together Listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding I love you in a place where there's no space or time I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine And when my life is over Remember when we were together We were alone and I was singing this song for you You taught me precious secrets of the truth witholding nothing You came out in front and I was hiding But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together Listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding I love you in a place where there's no space or time I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine And when my life is over Remember when we were together We were alone and I was singing this song for you We were alone and I was singing this song for you |
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If you see something that looks like a star
and it's shooting up out of the ground and your head is spinning from a loud guitar. And you just can't escape from the sound don't worry too much, it'll happen to you We were children once, playing with toys. And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. The percentage you're paying is too high priced while you're living beyond all your means. And the man in the suit has just bought a new car from the profit he's made on your dreams. But today you just swear that the man was shot dead by a gun that didn't make any noise. But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was the low spark of high-heeled boys. If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish would you ask for something, like another chance. Or something similar as this don't worry too much, it'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows rejoice. And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. The percentage you're paying is too high priced while you're living beyond all your means and the man in the suit has just bought a new car from the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just swear that the man was shot dead by a gun that didn't make any noise But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was the low spark of high-heeled boys....high-heeled boys. If I gave you everything that I own and asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me, as I would for you? Or take me for a ride and strip me of everything, including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. |
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Are we really happy with this lonely game we play, Looking for the right words to say? Searching but not finding -- understanding anyway, We're lost in this masquerade. Both afraid to say we're just too far away From being close together from the start. We try to talk it over, but the words got in the way We're lost inside this lonely game we play. Thoughts of leaving disappear each time I see your eyes, And no matter how hard I try To understand the reason why we carry on this way We're lost in this masquerade. We try to talk it over, but the words got in the way We're lost inside this lonely game we play. We're lost in a masquerade. And we're lost in a masquerade. |
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I'm standing by the highway
A suitcase by my side No place I want to go I just thought I'd catch a ride Many people look my way And many pass me by In moments of reflection I'm wondering why To the thieves I am a bandit The mothers think I'm a son To the preachers I'm a sinner Lord I'm not the only one To the sad ones I'm unhappy To the losers I'm a fool To the students I'm a teacher With the teachers I'm in school To the hobos I'm imprisoned by everything I own To the soldier I'm just someone else who's dying to go home The general sees a number, a politician's tool To my friends I'm just an equal in this whirlpool **Chorus** Magic mirror won't you tell me please Do I find myself in anyone I see? Magic mirror if we only could Try to see ourselves as others would To policemen I'm suspicious, it's in the way I look I'm just another character to fingerprint and book To the censors I'm pornography with no redeeming grace To the hooker I'm a customer without a face The sellers think I'm merchandise, they'll help me for a song The left ones think I'm right, The right ones think I'm wrong And many people look my way And many pass me by And in my quiet reflection I wonder why **Chorus** Magic mirror won't you tell me please Do I see myself in anyone I meet? Magic mirror if we only could Try to see ourselves as others would |
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You say the hill's too steep to climb Climb it. You say you'd like to see me try Climbing. You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb That hill in my own way. Just wait a while for the right day. And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds I look down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today. |
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Daddy don't live in that New York City
No more He don't celebrate Sunday on a Saturday night No more Daddy don't need no lock and key For the piece he stowed Out on Avenue D Daddy don't live in that New York City No more Daddy don't drive in that Eldorado No more He don't travel on down to the neighborhood Liquor store Lucy still loves her coke and rum But she sits alone 'Cause her daddy can't come Daddy don't drive in that Eldorado No more Driving like a fool out to Hackensack Drinking his dinner from a paper sack He says I gotta see a joker And I'll be right back Daddy don't live in that New York City No more He can't get tight every night Pass out on the barroom floor Daddy can't get no fine cigar But we know you're smoking Wherever you are Daddy don't live in that New York City No more |
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Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men Me, and you God only knows it's not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear And the front rank died The General sat, and the lines on the map Moved from side to side Black and Blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up and Down And in the end it's only round and round and round Haven't you heard it's a battle of words The poster bearer cried Listen son, said the man with the gun There's room for you inside Down and Out It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about With, without And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about Out of the way, it's a busy day I've got things on my mind For want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died |
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Edited by
Dancere
on
Wed 08/11/10 01:12 AM
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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYiahoYfPGk http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ku-ma1dVI8&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uf-ArgakvZI&feature=related Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care. Leave, don't leave me. Look around and choose your own ground. Long you live and high you fly smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be. Run, rabbit run. Dig that hole, forget the sun, And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's time to dig another one. For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave. Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells. And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime." "I never said I was frightened of dying." 
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