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Post by Justine on Sept 7, 2005 9:19:48 GMT -5
Anyone have a song they would just love to post the lyrics to? Well, post away! I'll start:
"Breathe (2 AM)"
by Anna Nalick
2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
In May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a Day", he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.
Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
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Post by Talon Karrde on Sept 7, 2005 10:44:16 GMT -5
I LOVE THAT SONG!! Most especially the last verse - "2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song..." That verse fully describes how we all use the music in our lives - the lyrics meaning something different to each person! Great choice! The following song is not the best around and I could think of someone else who can sing it better, but I really think the lyrics adequately describe the pain of wanting something you can't have: You're Beautiful
James Blunt
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
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Post by Justine on Sept 8, 2005 7:37:49 GMT -5
Here's another one:
As My Guitar Lies Bleeding In My Arms
By Bon Jovi
Misery likes company, I like the way that sounds
I’ve been trying to find the meaning, so I can write it down
Staring out the window, it’s such a long way down
I’d like to jump, but I’m afraid to hit the ground
I can’t write a love song the way I feel today
I can’t sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say
Life is feeling kind of strange, since you went away
I sing this song to you wherever you are
As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
I’m tired of watching tv, it makes me ant to scream
Outside the world is burning, man it’s so hard to belive
Each day you know you’re dying from the cradle to the grave
I get so numb sometimes, that I can’t feel the pain
I can’t write a love song the way I feel today
I can’t sing no song of hope I’ve got nothing to say
Life is feeling kind of strange, it’s strange enough these days
I send this song to you, whoever you are
As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
Staring at the paper, I don’t know what to write
I’ll have my last cigarette-well, turn out the lights
Maybe tomorrow I’ll fell a different way
But here I’m my delusion , I don’t know what to say
I can’t write a love song the way I feel today
I can’t sing no song of hope I’ve got nothing to save
And I can’t fight the feelings buried in my brains
I send this song to you, whoever you are
As my guitar lies bleeding
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shadowwalker
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Post by shadowwalker on Sept 8, 2005 13:21:16 GMT -5
I Feel You
Schiller feat. Peter Heppner
i feel you...
in every stone
in every leaf of every tree
you've ever grown
[that you ever might have grown]
i feel you...
in every thing
in every river that might flow
in every seed you might have sown
i feel you...
in every vein
in every beating of my heart
each breath I take
[in every breath i'll ever take]
i feel you...
anyway...
in every tear that i might shed
in every word i've never said
i feel you...
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shadowwalker
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Post by shadowwalker on Sept 10, 2005 3:43:14 GMT -5
Center of the Sun
Conjure one and Poe
Young girl in the market
Gives it to the men
When the men leave
Her eyes are red
When her eyes are closed again
She sees a dark market of a violin
And she sings
“They say the most horrible things
But I hear violins”
“When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt by anything
This wicked world has done”
Young boy in the market
Follows all the men
When the men leave
He’s out of his head
When his eyes are closed again
He sees a dark market a violin
And he sings
“They break the most beautiful things
But I hear violins”
“When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt by anything
This wicked world had done
I look into your eyes
And I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world had done
I am at the center of the sun.”
Young boy in the market
Sees the girl alone
And asks her
“Have you lost your way home?”
She sings
“You say the most beautiful things
Just like my violins
I look into your eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
And when I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
‘Cause I hear violins
I hear violins
I hear violins
I hear violins
I am at the center of the sun.”
I hear violins.
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Post by jpmessiah on Sept 14, 2005 9:29:09 GMT -5
You can tell a lot about a person by the songs he or she likes. This is one many don't really know by Bon Jovi
Open All Night
Bon Jovi
Bounce (2002)
I saw you coming from a mile away
Trying to hide behind that pretty face
Bet my last dollar baby you been bruised
Poor little heart all black ’n’ blue
Last thing you need’s another pickup line
You must have heard them all a thousand times
God only knows what you been through
Believe me I been broken too
It aches, it breaks, it takes your breath away
I’ve been around that block a time or two
[chorus:]
Baby, I don’t want to fall in love with you
I try, try, try but I can’t get around the truth
Please don’t say my name, give this heart a break
I don’t want to make the same mistake but it’s too late
I’ll leave on the light
These arms are open all night
I got your taste in the back of my mouth
I want to reach in and pull it out
And I’d be lying if I didn’t say
When you’re this close I’m afraid
Of the way I’ll feel if I touch your hair
The way I’ll miss you when you’re not there
And that I’ll see you when I close my eyes
It’s too late, I’ve crossed that line
It breaks, it aches, it takes your breath away
I’ll still be around come closing time
[chorus:]
Baby, I don’t want to fall in love with you
I try, try, try but I can only tell the truth
Please don’t say my name, give this heart a break
I don’t want to make the same mistake but it’s too late
I’ll leave on the light
These arms are open all night
[guitar solo]
It’s 2 am, it’s last call, baby. the barkeep’s gone, I’ll walk you home now
Save me, baby
[chorus:]
Baby, I don’t want to fall in love with you
I try, try, try but I can only tell the truth
Please don’t make me beg, give this heart a break
I don’t want to make the same mistake but it’s too late
I’ll leave on the light
These arms are open all night
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Post by jpmessiah on Sept 14, 2005 9:36:23 GMT -5
Bon Jovi
I Want You
The last time I saw her
Was the night she said goodbye
She said that love’s a stranger
And it’s sure to pass you by
As she packed up her belongings
She wouldn’t look me in the eye
But I could see a tear roll
Off her face
As we both tried so hard
Not to cry she said
I never wanted the stars
I never shot for the moon
I like them right where they are
All I wanted was you
So baby just turn away
Because I can’t face the truth
All I’m trying to say
Is all I wanted was you
I tried so hard to remember
Where when how why love went away
I tried to drown myself in pity
But the whiskey kept calling your name
I bought you fancy cars and diamond rings
All the things that money brings
And the servants to paint the sky blue
And I worked so hard seven days a week
And built a fortress for your heart to keep
If I could I’d wrap these words up for you
I never wanted the stars
I never shot for the moon
I like them right where they are
All I wanted was you
So baby just turn away
Because I can’t face the truth
All I’m trying to say
Is all I wanted was you
I may have built for you a dreamhouse
But never thought you were alone
I filled the party up with company
But never made our house a home
All I got is my guitar these chords and the truth
All I got is my guitar ... but all I want is you
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Post by jpmessiah on Sept 14, 2005 9:38:01 GMT -5
Jesse McCartney
Beautiful Soul
[Chorus]
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But im just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c`mon lets try
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Am I crazy for wanting you
Baby do you think you could want me too
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do
I just wanna know if you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You beautiful soul, yeah
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Post by Talon Karrde on Sept 14, 2005 11:33:37 GMT -5
Fool the World
Hazen Street
I've been to many places
I've seen many faces
Soft and hard, battle scarred
I've seen prison bars
Not for long, but long enough to write this song
Right or wrong, I'm a product of a battle zone
Lower East Side where it's not pretty
I see many talk it, but can they really walk it?
On the west side they show no pity
See you walking around you're bound by only fantasies
Thinking you're hard, you know that's not reality
We all see, we know you're just a wannabe
So fool the world but you can't fool me
In my home, alone, and on these streets
I've seen beefs and walked with heat
What does it all mean to me?
Not a thing, if I dont live to write and sing
About the life, about the strife, about everything.
Lower East Side where it's not pretty
I see many talk it, but can they really walk it?
On the west side they show no pity
See you walking around you're bound by only fantasies
Thinking you're hard, you know that's not reality
We all see, we know you're just a wannabe
So fool the world but you can't fool me
I've seen you come and go, all you tough guy clones
When will you leave it alone?
I've seen you come and go, all you tough guy clones
You're all from front street
You better keep it moving kid,
You dont know what you're doing here
Lower East Side where it's not pretty
I see many talk it, but can they really walk it?
On the west side they show no pity
See you walking around you're bound by only fantasies
Thinking you're hard, you know that's not reality
We all see, we know you're just a wannabe
So fool the world but you can't fool me
Walking around, you're bound by only fantasies,
Thinking you're hard, you know that's not reality.
We all see, we know you're just a wannabe,
So fool the world, but you can't fool me,
Fool the world, but you can't fool (you can't fool) me
Fool the world, but you can't fool (you can't fool) me
Fool the world, but you can't fool (you can't fool) me
Fool the world, but you can't fool (you can't fool) me! |
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Post by Talon Karrde on Sept 15, 2005 12:36:20 GMT -5
For a friend: Just A Girl
No Doubt
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh...I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear
'Cause I'm just a girl.
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night
I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes
I'm just a girl.
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Make me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl. My apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl. Lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison
Oh...I've had it up to!
Oh...I've had it up to!!
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Post by Talon Karrde on Sept 19, 2005 0:59:11 GMT -5
For DocMidnite: Photograph
Nickelback
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?
This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must’ve done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh, god I...
Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin’ for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Remember the old arcade?
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops seeing us hangin' out
They said somebody went and burnt it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
Oh, god I...
Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin’ for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
I miss that town, I miss the faces
You can’t erase, you can’t replace it
I miss it now, I can’t believe it
So hard to stay, too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me...
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Post by Justine on Sept 20, 2005 14:03:56 GMT -5
Picture of Success
Rilo Kiley
build your own television receiver
staying home can't be that bad for me
cause i'm not scared
but i'd like some extra spare time
easily earn me big money
i'm a modern girl but i fold in half so easily
when i put myself in the picture of success
i could learn world trade
or try to map the ocean
when you're dead
in hospitals and freeways
when you're dead
in resting homes and clinics
when you're dead
it must be nice to finish
when you're dead
i've had it with you
and mexico can fucking wait
and all of those french films about trains
cause i'm not scared
but i'd like some extra spare time
i'm not scared
but the bills keep changing colors
when you're dead
in hospitals and freeways
when you're dead
in dress shirts and neckties
when you're dead
in apartments and on beaches
when you're dead
they say california is a recipe for a black hole
and i say i've got my best shoes on
i'm ready to go (ready to go)
ready to go
ready to go
i'm ready to go
these are times that can't be weathered and
we have never been back there since then
these are times that can't be weathered and
we have never been back there since then
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Post by Talon Karrde on Sept 26, 2005 11:52:26 GMT -5
God Bless The Broken Road
Rascal Flatts
I set out on a narrow way
Many years ago
Hoping I would find true love
Along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
I wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign
Pointed straight to you
That every long lost dream
Led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent
Just passing through
I'd like to have them back again
And give them all to you
But you just smile
And take my hand
You've been there
And you understand
It's all of a grander plan
That is coming true
That every long lost dream
Led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Now I keep rolling on
Into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you |
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Post by Justine on Sept 29, 2005 10:23:50 GMT -5
Artist: Bleu
Song: Somebody Else
What if I was alright?
What if I wasn't wound so tight?
What if I had the balls to be bad?
Would you still look at me like that?
Would you be mad that I had held the old me back?
Why can't I be somebody else?
Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me
Maybe I was too much
Maybe I'll take it down a notch
Maybe I'll have the guts to go mad
Maybe I'll mess me up real bad
Maybe I'll make you wish you had the old me back
Why can't I be somebody else?
Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me
What if I can't remember who I'm trying to be?
Why can't I be somebody else?
Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me
Just me...
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Post by Talon Karrde on Oct 8, 2005 11:16:50 GMT -5
Home
Michael Buble
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be allright
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home |
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