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The Boy In The Bubble
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radioThese are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby
Don’t cry
Don’t cryIt was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earthThese are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
Oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby
Don’t cry
Don’t cryIt’s a turn-around jump shot
It’s everybody jump start
It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
Think on The Boy In The Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heartAnd I believe
These are days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
Oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry…Paul Simon
David Ford – I Don’t Care What You Call Me
From the album “I Sincerely Apologise For All The Trouble I’ve Caused”
I never made time
You never made much sense
We never stood a chance
If we’re honestYou were not the first
And I won’t be the last
But if it makes it better
Well you can call me what you willGet Home late
No-one’s here
Pace around the house
And sit in my chairAnd if you think of me
It doesn’t mean a thing
So why don’t you just tell me what you really think again?I don’t care what you call me
Oh I
I don’t care what you call me
No I
I don’t care what you call me
‘Cos it won’t hurt any moreI know I let you down
And Christ you let me know
Every time and time againJust another afternoon
Get drunk and disappear
So call me what you willRain it on down
What else can you throw at me?
I haven’t heard beforeAnd tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don’t you just tell me what you really think againI don’t care what you call me
Oh I
I don’t care what you call me
Oh I
I don’t care what you call me
‘Cos it won’t hurt any moreRain it on down
What else can you throw at me?
I haven’t heard beforeAnd tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don’t you just tell me what you really think againScream me on down
I am so forgettable
Yes I knowShoot me on down
Don’t you think this isn’t killing me
So why don’t you just tell me what you really think againI don’t care what you call me
Oh I
I don’t care what you call me
No I
I don’t care what you call me
‘Cos it won’t hurt any moreLove Street
She lives on Love Street
Lingers looooooooooong on Love Street :P
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happensShe has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has youShe has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has youI see you live on Love Street
There’s this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine, so farShe lives on Love Street
Lingers loooooooooooooooooooooooong on Love Street :P
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la :D/
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la :D/The Doors
Hook – Blues Traveler
It doesn’t matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel that I’ll convey
Some inner truth of vast reflection
But I’ve said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don’t matter who you are
If I’m doing my job then it’s your resolve that breaksBecause the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can relyThere is something amiss
I am being insincere
In fact I don’t mean any of this
Still my confession draws you near
To confuse the issue I refer
To familiar heroes from long ago
No matter how much peter loved her
What made the pan refuse to growWas that the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can relySuck it in suck it in suck it in
If you’re rin tin tin or anne boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you’ll win
And then begin
To see
What you’re doing to me this mtv is not for free
It’s so pc it’s killing me
So desperately I sing to thee
Of love
Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self
And I can’t keep these feelings on the shelf
I’ve tried well no in fact I lied
Could be financial suicide but I’ve got too much pride inside
To hide or slide
I’ll do as I’ll decide and let it ride until I’ve died
And only then shall I abide this tide
Of catchy little tunes
Of hip three minute ditties
I wanna bust all your balloons
I wanna burn all of your cities
To the ground I’ve found
I will not mess around
Unless I play then hey
I will go on all day hear what I say
I have a prayer to pray
That’s really all this was
And when I’m feeling stuck and need a buck
I don’t rely on luck because…The hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook…
On that you can relyLunatic to love – Presidents of the USA
I said I loved you and I told you on a tuesday
You say you’re happy but your mind is slidin’ sideways
You say you’re happy but you’re dozy in the theater
The goons keep grillin me wonderin’ – how I’m treatin’ ya!
I say she’s happy, that’s all that matters
I say she’s happy, that’s all that matters
Her clothes are crappy and her brain is badly battered
You say she’s happy, that’s all that matters now
That’s all that matters nowWhen I get you home in my room ’tween my sheets
And I got a chance to tell you, face to face
How I feel about you darling now, I sayYou’re a lunatic to love
You’re a lunatic to love
You can hold my hand to stand up
Hey lunaticI dropped you off at the asylum on a friday
You looked like hell but I said that you looked ok
You spent the weekend flailing round the trailer
I had to tie you down and strap on you inhalerI wish that I could help you feel the cold breeze
Set up an iv of sanity
Say there’s a spy in one half of your brain
Spyin’ on the other half and it’s drivin’ you a little insaneBut you’re happy, that’s all that matters
You say your happy, that’s all that matters
Your clothes are crappy and your brain is badly battered
You say your happy, that’s all that matters now
That’s all that matters right nowWhen I rescue you from those concrete rooms
Where they keep you tied up to your bed
Giving you shots of electricity every morning at 7 am
It’s enough to drive a sane person crazy
Baby let me tell you how I feel about yaYou’re a lunatic to love
You can hold my hand to stand up
Hey lunaticLove, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love
Lunatic to love
A lunatic to love
A lunatic to love
A lunatic to loveA lunatic to love
A lunatic to love
A lunatic to love
A lunatic to love, love, love, love, love, love
A lunatic to loveFrom the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than other girl’s mothersSome girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than other girl’s mothersAs Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :
“Oh I say…”
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than other girl’s mothersSome girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than other girl’s mothersSend me the pillow …
The one that you dream on …
Send me the pillow …
The one that you dream on …And I’ll send you mine ..
The Smiths
Some girls will, some girls won’t
Some girls need a lot of lovin’ and some girls don’t
Well, I know I’ve got the fever but I don’t know why
Some say they will and some girls lieSo here I am in front of you
Not really knowing what to do
My heart is feeling something new
Nervously I turn away from you
I see the looks you’re sending me
Is this the way it’s meant to be?
It’s something we should talk about
Just give me time to work it outSome girls will, some girls won’t
Some girls need a lot of lovin’ and some girls don’t
Well, I know I’ve got the fever but I don’t know why
Some say they will and some girls lieI find your company to be
Something completely new to me
Now that I know you socially
Obviously I’ll fall heavily
I’ve seen those looks you’re sending me
This is the way it’s meant to be
There’s nothing left to talk about
Oh, how I wish you’d work it outSome girls will, some girls won’t
Some girls need a lot of lovin’ and some girls don’t
Well, I know I’ve got the fever but I don’t know why
Some say they will and some girls lieRacey ~ Some Girls
:D Much better. And get that glad out of your back pocket. You look ridiculous.
I thought you’d be out of my mind
And I’d finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about youBut it’s just not so
And after all this time, I still can’t let goI’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, babyI’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, babyI’ve tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just can’t seem toI guess it’s just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of youAnd I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, babyI’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of her fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, babyI’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh babySomething in your eyes keeps haunting me
I’m trying to escape you
And I know there ain’t no way to
To chase you from my mindI’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory babyI’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, babyI’ve still got your face
I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heartLovely lyrics
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonightIn the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort thereSo tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my kneesIn the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort hereAngel – Sarah McLachlan
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