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Re: Lyrics... and life!

Post by brnleague99 » Thu Jan 05, 2017 5:36 pm

DAMAGED by Fear Factory
a.k.a. "My damn theme song"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FS8AsBviMo

Consequences that had left me for dead
Repercussions that went straight to your head
Trusting in no one
Believing in nothing
Living in a world of pure deception

So far, this life, is contemptuous
This mind, a gun, so relentless

Damn! I am damaged for life
Damn! Like I've been crucified
Damn! I am damaged for life
And I can't believe I'm alive!

Determined to destroy all that you know
Conceal your lies in the web you compose
Trusting in no one
Believing in nothing
Living in a world of pure deception

So far, this life, is contemptuous
This mind, a gun, so relentless

Damn! I am damaged for life
Damn! Like I've been crucified
Damn! I am damaged for life
Damn! And I can't believe I'm alive

Alive

So far, this life, is contemptuous
This mind, a gun, so relentless

Damn! I am damaged for life
Damn! Like I've been crucified
Damn! I am damaged for life
Damn! And I can't believe I'm alive
And I can't believe I'm alive
And I can't believe I'm alive...
Anti-Yuki till the grave claims me...

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Re: Lyrics... and life!

Post by Azrael » Fri Apr 21, 2017 5:28 am

The Gunner's Dream
Pink Floyd

Floating down
Through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream

Goodbye Max
Goodbye Ma
After the service
When you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream

A place to stay
[Bloke:] "Oi! A real one..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more
No-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue
Kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore
No-one kills the children anymore

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed
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Re: Lyrics... and life!

Post by CyanideAngel » Thu Apr 27, 2017 10:10 pm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOwH8BPvFnI

DESPITE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN TOLD -TWO GALLANTS



Well, I guess by the blood stain of your lips
And the wander of your fingertips
I should prove true to my emptiness
And stay here

Well, I'm just a kid of ill repute
But the skin I wear is my only suit
And you, you're just a substitute
For the one that I hold dear

You know, you could be anyone
God forgive my tasteless tongue
I never should have been set free

I claw my eyes, I skin my face
Beg somehow to be replaced
That's how we deal with boys like me

Well, I guess by this world so sick with loss
And your service is so free of cost
I should climb down off my rugged cross
And lay with you

But you know, by now it's half past late
And I only came here for escape
You you're just my next mistake
Like me to you

You know, you could be anyone
God forgive your unborn sons
I hope they don't end up like me

I drag my mind through streets of shame
Blame myself, forgive the game
That's how we deal with boys like me

But despite what you've been told
I once had a soul
Left somewhere behind
A former friend of mine

And I hate to speak so free
But you mean nothing to me
So if the street lights they shine bright
Ill get home tonight

I guess by the dim light in your eyes
And that to you all things come as a surprise
I should set the steel trap of your thighs
And dive right in

But to you I'm just a confused child
Insecure or in denial
Go raise your robes, go have your trial
Ill let you win

You know, I could be anyone
God forgive what I should've done
A thoughts enough to guilty be

Yes, I guess I made this bed
But Ill take the sidewalk instead
That's how we deal with boys like me

But despite what you've been told
I once had a soul
Left somewhere behind
A former friend of mine

And I hate to sound so true
But I mean nothing to you
So, if the street lights they shine bright
Ill be home tonight
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Re: Lyrics... and life!

Post by Azrael » Sat Apr 29, 2017 12:21 pm

On the Turning Away
Pink Floyd

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand

"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known

Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord

Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside

Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
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Re: Lyrics... and life!

Post by Azrael » Fri May 12, 2017 1:59 pm

The Rose
As covered by Don Williams


Some say love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor,
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower,
and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking,
that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking,
who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying,
that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
And you think that love
is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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politics: n. pl. from the Grk polis, meaning many, and the OE ticia, meaning blood sucking insects.

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Re: Lyrics... and life!

Post by yiraheerai » Fri May 12, 2017 6:16 pm

I sang that for a choir thing. I rather like it.
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