Post some lyrics. Favourite ones?
Post some lyrics. Favourite ones?
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So, the premise here is to post your favourite lyrics. Be it an alltime favourite or whatevers been in your head lately. I have two, I'll post the second later as its tone is rather.. different...
Art of Life Desert Rose Why do you live alone If you are sad I'll make you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey sand The winds of time You knock me to the ground I'm dying of thirst I wanna run away I don't know how to set me free to live My mind cries out feeling pain I've been roaming to find myself How long have I been feeling endless hurt Falling down, rain flows into my heart In the pain I'm waiting for you Can't go back No place to go back to Life is lost, Flowers fall If it's all dreams Now wake me up If it's all real Just kill me I'm making the wall inside my heart I don't wanna let my emotions get out It scares me to look at the world Don't want to find myself lost in your eyes I tried to drown my past in grey I never wanna feel more pain Ran away from you without saying any words What I don't wanna lose is love Through my eyes Time goes by like tears My emotion's losing the color of life Kill my heart Release all my pain I'm shouting out loud Insanity takes hold over me Turning away from the wall Nothing I can see The scream deep inside reflecting another person in my heart He calls me from within "All existence you see before you must be wiped out : Dream, Reality, Memories, and Yourself" I begin to lose control of myself My lust is so blind, destroys my mind Nobody can stop my turning to madness No matter how you try to hold me in your heart Why do you wanna raise these walls I don't know the meaning of hatred My brain gets blown away hearing words of lies I only want to hold your love Stab the dolls filled with hate Wash yourself with their blood Drive into the raging current of time Swing your murderous weapon into the belly "the earth" Shout and start creating confusion Shed your blood for pleasure And what? For love? What am I supposed to do? I believe in the madness called "Now" Past and future prison my heart Time is blind But I wanna trace my love on the wall of time, over pain in my heart Art of life Insane blade stabbing dreams Try to break all truth now But I can't heal this broken heart in pain Cannot start to live, Cannot end my life Keep on crying Close my eyes Time breathes I can hear All love and sadness melt in my heart Dry my tears Wipe my bloody face I wanna feel me living my life outside my walls You can't draw a picture of yesterday, so You're painting your heart with your blood You can't say "No" Only turning the wheel of time with a rope around your neck You build a wall of morality and take a breath from between the bricks You make up imaginary enemies and are chased by them You're trying to commit suicide You're satisfied with your prologue Now you're painting your first chapter black You are putting the scraps of life together and trying to make an asylum for yourself You're hitting a bell at the edge of the stage and You are trying to kill me I believe in the madness called "Now" Time goes flowing, breaking my heart Wanna live Can't let my heart kill myself Still I haven't found what I'm looking for Art of life I try to stop myself But my heart goes to destroy the truth Tell me why I want the meaning of my life Do I try to live, Do I try to love in my dream I'm breaking the wall inside my heart I just wanna let my emotions get out Nobody can stop I'm running to freedom No matter how you try to hold me in your world Like a doll carried by the flow of time I sacrificed the present moment for the future I was in chains of memory half-blinded Losing my heart, walking in the sea of dreams Close my eyes Rose breathes I can hear All love and sadness melt in my heart Dry my tears Wipe my bloody face I wanna feel me living my life outside my mind Dreams can make me mad I can't leave my dream I can't stop myself Don't know what I am What lies are truth? What truths are lies? I believe in the madness called "Now" Time goes flowing, breaking my heart Wanna live Can't let my heart kill myself Still I haven't found what I'm looking for Art of life I try to stop myself But my heart goes to destroy the truth Tell me why I want the meaning of my life Do I try to live? Do I try to love? Art of life An Eternal Bleeding heart You never wanna breathe your last Wanna live Can't let my heart kill myself Still I'm feeling for A Rose is breathing love in my life -------------------- A British company is developing small computer chips that can store music
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in a big 'fuck off' to American bullshit 'hip-hip', some Hilltop Hoods lyrics to bring everyone back down to earth, and try and remember that it aint all 'bling bling' for the real artists:
Verse 1– Pressure Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis, This war veteran knows what a hard time is, He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is, The reason he rides the train with no car license, So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe, Gets a fine cos the change he got don’t add up right, We’re taking about a man who never lived a lavish life, Caught up in the age of computer chips and satellites, A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake, He smiles, she’s reminds him of his wife that past away, She says something as she walks right past his way, His old hearing aid don’t last quite half the day, Some young gentlemen alive with their laughter, Approach the old timer and put a knife to his heart to, Explain that money or bloods the price of their barter, To a man whose friends probably died for their fathers. Chorus Whatever it takes can justify, Whatever ends we make, whatever the price, To the end of a life, it’s just an observation, So take a ride we’re stopping all stations. Verse 2 – Pressure It’s been a long night the suns lifting on a cold, Morning but she’s drugged and drunk tripping on her stroll, On the way home, she’s done with stripping on a pole, But she can’t pay for her son living on the dole, Jumps a train puts on her gloves she’s wearing black, Being watched by some old mug she’s glaring back, She’s on edge and got the bug from sharing smack, So she says, “Hey, what the fuck you staring at?” He smiles, an unsteady hand rubs on his dome, She takes a seat, a messy band of ruffs board alone, To the digger with a machete at his lungs and he’s prone, He can barely stand but ready to stand up for his own, She tries to help him she doesn’t choose to flee the car, And catches a blow with enough bruise to leave a scar, She starts fainting, the rooms moving and seeing stars, Aint it amazing how courageous human beings are? Chorus Whatever it takes can justify, Whatever ends we make, whatever the price, To the end of a life, it’s just an observation, So take a ride we’re stopping all stations. Verse 3 – Pressure He knows nothing but toil, strife and hard yakka, Pissed at the world for playing wife in a slammer, This man was never given a life on a damn platter, So he jumps a train with knife and bandanna, Boys at his back, sleazy, hardened and far, From giving a fuck, an easy target his mark, He sees an old man and says “See we’ll part with your hard, Earned cash or rest in peace we can start with your heart.” Some girl steps not afraid she’s gonna cop it sweet, And gets decked before she made it even on her feet, The old man leaped to her aid and to his horror he’d, Thrusted his chest into the blade of his robber s piece, He grabbed the wallet, dropped the knife as he fled the car, Concerned about the loss of life he’d never went this far, What’s done is done, he’d got the prize and he’d spent his half, Of two dollars in change and a pension card. This post has been edited by Blue_Muppet: Apr 12 2006, 01:14 PM -------------------- |
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