I've seen myself, with a dirty face I've cut my luck, with a dirty ace I leave the light on I leave the light on I went from zero, to minus ten I drank your wine, then I stole your man I leave the light on I leave that light on
Daddy ain't that bad, he just plays rough I ain't that scarred, when I'm covered up I leave the light on Yeah, I leave the light on Little girl hiding underneath the bed Was it something I did? Must be something I said I leave the light on I better leave the light on
[Chorus 1] 'Cause I wanna love And I wanna live Yeah, I don't know much about it And I never did - no, no
17, and I'm all messed up inside I cut myself, just to feel alive And I leave the light on And I leave the light on 21 on the run, on the run, on the run From myself, from myself and everyone I leave the light on I better leave the light on
[Chorus 2] 'Cause I wanna love And I wanna live Yea, I don't know much about it And I never did I don't know what to do Can the damage be undone? I swore to God that I'd never be What I've become
And lucky stars, and fairy tales I'm gonna bathe myself, in a wishin' well Pretty scars from cigarettes I never will forget - I never will forget
I'm still afraid, to be alone Wish that the moon would follow me home I leave the light on Yeah, I leave that light on
I ain't that bad, I'm just messed up I ain't that sad, but I'm sad enough
[Chorus 2] 'Cause I wanna love I wanna live No, I don't know much about it And I never did I don't know what to do Can the damage be undone? I swore to God that I'd never be What I've become
I leave that light… I leave that light… I leave that light on
God bless the child, with the dirty face Who cuts her luck, with a dirty ace She leaves the light on I leave that light on
bright just like the stars above me proud just like my mother planned it short on all the things I don't want I'm full of love and longing take me by the hand and tell me you would take me anywhere still, cause I don't want to move a thing and that you fit right into me and all the things I don't want they're full of love and longing take me by the hand and tell me you would take me anywhere and it goes, its like a come on come on to me and it goes it's like a come on come on to me you, you say you don't see any part of me to love in all this mess and I know you take the good and all the bad that comes with me
I just dont think I'll ever get over you by Colin Hay I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What is closer to the truth That if I lived till I was 102 I just don't think I'll ever get over you I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky 'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs I just don't think I'll ever get over you Your face it dances and it haunts me Your laughter's still ringing in my ears I still find pieces of your presence here Even after all these years But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner 'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do Even though I may soon feel the touch of love I just don't think I'll ever get over you If I lived till I was 102 I just don't think I'll ever get over you
20th Century Boy This song was originally sang by T-Rex then covered my Placebo in Velvet Goldmine. And now I come to find out that Def Leppard has re-covered it for thier new album. Eitherway.. it's a reallly great song!
Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood I move like a rat, talk like a cat, sting like a bee Babe i'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah I'm your toy Your twentieth century boy
Friends says it's fine, friends says it's good Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane, drive like a car, hold out your hand Babe i'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah I'm your boy Your twentieth century toy
Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy
Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like Rock 'n' roll I move like a cat, talk like a rat, sting like a bee Babe i'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah I'm your toy Your twentieth century boy
Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy
Rendezvous by Matt Caplan I think God made me wise I think he made me crazy And that's why I connect the dots on every page Who knows why I see what I see In the sky
Now you're gone and I'm haunted by images Your arms around my body like two human bandages And they're healing my spirit Are they sending me messages You are not lost you are not wrong You are not that which you most fear Tell your demons to disperse, They are not welcome here And if I miss you, and if we falter We will rendezvous Under the water.
I think God made you wise I think he made you crazy And that's why you can only see underneath Who knows why you see what you're seeing In my eyes
Now you're gone and I've left you with memories And they're fragile and fading Like gray ghostly entities And I swear if you listen they're sending you energies You are not lost, you are not wrong You are not that which you most fear Tell your demons to disperse, they are not welcome here And if I miss you and if we falter We will rendezvous Under the water
Gotta hold your breath Gotta hold this hand Gotta hold your thoughts on dry land Maybe we're not that wise Maybe we're not that crazy.
Jimmy Gilmer & The Fireballs - Sugar shack There’s a crazy little shack beyond the tracks And ev’rybody calls it the sugar shack Well, it’s just a coffeehouse and it’s made out of wood Expresso coffee tastes mighty good That’s not the reason why I’ve got to get back To that sugar shack, whoa baby To that sugar shack.
There’s this cute little girlie, she’s a’workin’ there A black leotard and her feet are bare I’m gonna drink a lotta coffee, spend a little cash Make that girl love me when I put on some trash You can understand why I’ve got to get back To that sugar shack, whoa baby To that sugar shack, yeah honey To that sugar shack, whoa yes To that sugar shack.
Now that sugar shack queen is a’married to me, yeah yeah We just sit around and dream of those old memories Ah, but one of these days I’m gonna lay down tracks In the direction of that sugar shack Just me and her yes we’re gonna go back To that sugar shack,, whoa uh oh To that sugar shack, yeah honey To our sugar shack
Gazing out my window Trying to find a funny thing to say, even though I do this every day Strike up a conversation With the good and with the evil that I find But that kind of shit can blow your mind Hey you there in the mirror Don't you know his anger comes rolling down like thunder? Hey you there in the mirror Don't you know the sadder is oftentimes the wiser? And I should be boxing the devil but somehow I never seem to locate my gloves And I'll bail whenever push comes to shove Oh, and all the wrongs I don't right just to curb his hungry appetite The question is clear Will I be a prophet or a profiteer?
Buddy Holly everyday it's getting closer going faster than a roller coaster a love like yours would surely come my way everday seems a little faster all my friends they say go on up and ask her a love like yours would surely come my way everyday it seems a little stronger everyday it lasts a little longer come what may do you ever long for true love from me everyday seems a little closer going faster than a roller coaster a love like yours would surely come my way a love like yours would surely come my way everyday
A Stessful Week this is not a song lyric but a poem that I wrote...hope you like it. Oh it's about how much homework I get at school (it ruins my fun)
A Stressful Week
Bricks on my shoulder Mud in my head Then I started to make a bridge I did a little here and a little there Each day of the week There was three days I worked harder To make it look more complete Some days it rained Took longer to do Some days I was not in the mood People told me to move out of the way Or ask for help on their bridge I didn’t mind that Since I asked for help too What happen to just being a kid To roll in the mud And to throw the bricks But now we have to build things That I don’t know how to build How far do I have to build this bridge To reach the other side Would it be able to hold up A truck A car A flee Could it even hold up me I don’t know yet But now One part of the bridge is complete
newbie Name: Sarah Favorite Song: My favorite song changes literally every day. At the moment, it's Sideways by Matt Caplan Favorite bands: U2, Something Corporate, Eisley, Matt Caplan, No Doubt, The Postal Service, Evanescence, John Mayer, and lots more. Favorite type of music: Mostly in the rock/acoustic range, but my musical tastes vary a lot. I'm currently in a big broadway phase, so Wicked and RENT seem to have taken over my cd player =P Who's your favorite music artist and why: U2, because their music and lyrics changed my life a few years back, and I mean that in the least cheesy way possible. I saw them in concert in November, and it was amazing. Plus, Bono is so politically and socially involved, and I admire that a lot. Age: 16 tape or cd: cd boombox or radio: boombox cd or mp3 player: cd I guess mp3 or ipod: ipod :) rock or rap: rock, definitely. oldies or classical: oldies, but I like both. punk or metal: punk black or white: both most embarrassing CD: I was going to say backstreet boys, but then I realized that I'm not embarrassed by it. I'm proud of my 5th grade BSB obsession, and I like all my music. A picture of you (if possible):( come to your sensesCollapse )
So we’ve learned karate, carry knives on our runs wield words like weapons prepare glares-like hidden guns, we’ve deconstructed, demystified tried retribution, remythologized, we’ve been diagnosed with your diseases, and still tried pleases, tried tears, tried Jesus.
You wanna see what it’s like down here in this pool of someone else’s rules, well jump in, take a swim or just sit in this pit squishing bare toes in someone else’s bullshit, we do it all the time.
Still we’ve tried being patient, collected, calm, nice trying praying, tried laying you paying the price, we’ve learned to scream until our throats throbbed what else do you do while your cunt’s being robbed.
And they say “you’ve made progress, girls, take a rest in-between” but see while you’re resting, someone else is progressing, it’s what i’ve seen. So i take back the whispers, the cute mute act, and the high pitched giggles, yeah i take them back, i won’t avoid your stare, evade your step, nothing of that kind, won’t help you help me victimize the only space that’s mine.
See now I’d put my life on the line just to see them trip, frown and say “funny love, i never saw you slip.” i say, “my life on the line-” you say “man, she’s jaded.” i say, “maybe control’s overrated.” like when we cackled, they called us witches, now we don’t giggle they call us bitches well I’m cacklin loud, taking it back, full of hiss, cacklin loud, cackling proud now.
And they’re getting nervous with this kissing each other, scratching their heads, whats going on brother and they yell feed your husband, stop feeding the fire! and we just cackle, we’re a fuckin witches choir. and we sing “sharpen your knives, sharpen your daughters steam up the mirrors, bake us some dreams, cook up some riots, fry up some screams, and when you’re sick of your skirts slice open the seams cause they want domestics, theyll give us needle and thread for patching their egos. we’ll sow revolution instead.”
And i hear you saying “subtle, sister, less bite, more bark you can make your point without leaving such a mark. subtle, sister, stop your seething, i think we got it, i think we’re even:”
subtle like a penis pounding its target? subtle like your hissing from across the street?
subtle like the binding on my sisters’ feet? subtle like her belly raped with his semen, draped in his fuck, funny, doesn’t seem even.
See, sometimes anger’s subtle, stocked in metaphor full of finesse and dressed in allure yes, sometimes anger’s subtle, less rage than sad leaking slow through spigots you didn’t know you had. and sometimes it’s just
I'm a newbie Name:Marissa (but some people call me Rissy) Favorite Song:It's my Life by Bon jovi Favorite bands:fuel,crossfade,blink-182,finger eleven,american hi fi,smash mouth,good charlotte,u2,alanis morissette,guns n' roses,trapt,bon jovi,train,avril lavigne,bowling for soup and many more... Favorite type of music:rock Who's your favorite music artist and why: Raven, cause she has a different kind of music but not too different and she's a cool person Age:16 tape or cd:both, but mostly cd boombox or radio: boombox cd or mp3 player: cd mp3 or ipod: I have nether (I'm old school) rock or rap: rock oldies or classical: oldies punk or metal: hummm hard to chose but I think punk black or white: black (it looks better on me then white) most embarrassing CD:I keep all my old cd's so I have a lot but the worse I have to say is beyond pink (you know the Barbie cd) A picture of you (if possible): I got no pics of me but I can discribed myself... I have brown hair that have gold highlights and a little layered. I'm about 5'6 and white skined. I got hazel eyes and a goofy face but cute(at lest that's what everyone else says). I'm too tired to discibed much more then that
i believe misogyny and patriarchy are closet homo lovers and they screw over their sisters cause they’re scared to screw each other. i believe harriet tubman should be on the dollar bill we’ve had our fill of white boy faces time to change places. i believe hilary, not bill, should have worn the crown they could have learned from jack and jill which one would break it and fall down. i believe there are too many lonely lesbians looking for a lover and if some would lift their cool masks maybe they would find each other. i believe people and products both need less packaging cause bullshit is still bullshit when you pull off all the wrapping. i believe people are see-through if you hold em up to the light i believe people are enlightening if you plug em in right. i believe our system is a love affair between the up and upper classes cause it’s easy to get screwed when you’re just raping all the masses i believe diet coke is liquid steel i believe too many women drink their meal. i believe in survival of the fittest-- if you’re ranking members of a gym but if you’re talking about the human club, you gotta let everybody in. i believe you should learn more than one language you should learn to talk in tongues and lips i believe in nipples and skin and toes and hips. i believe in noise from teeth and throats and cunts the noise of poetry, music, laughter, after screaming cunnilingus. i believe women are sexy without makeup or clothes i believe women are sexy when they’re reciting prose i don’t believe in horoscopes, fortune, fate, luck, or chance i believe sometimes shit works out just cause of circumstance. so i believe if you call the wrong number you should talk for a while you might like em more than who you meant to dial. i believe small talk is for small people who have nothing much to say if you really think it’s so nice out, shut up and go enjoy the fucking day i believe wall street invented the criminal mentality the easter bunny laid mandatory heterosexuality i believe mutual masturbation makes a lot of sense i don’t believe in a white picket fence i believe in picking fights and picketing riot dykes i believe in loving in groups, i believe in loving alone. i believe in hardship, in travelling through hard shit then i believe in coming home. i believe some wives find their husbands boring and they picture women naked while those boys are snoring i believe men need to revolutionize themselves or they’ll see all those wives kissing jill sobule and me. i believe there are more buttons and more clever bumper stickers every day and less and less sticking to what they have to say more recycling of garbage, more recycling of cash it all ends up in the same bin -- with all the white corporate trash. i believe there are too many babies and too many weddings and too many headings that started with Monica i believe post-gay is presumptious just plain gay functions. i don’t believe in ex-gay i believe trent lott should be b.b. gun-shot ex-punged from this term before the thousand years he’s got left i believe barbie should be used in anatomy class as a perfect bag of bones then taken to biogenetics as an argument against clones.