Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
The mind is restless and difficult to restrain, but it is subdued by practice
-Krishna
THUNDER GOD HAS A FAVORITE SONG
THUNDER GOD THUNDER STRUCK THUNDER THUNDEROriginally Posted by THUNDER STRUCK
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico.
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
It's true I crave you
Crave You
It's true I crave you
Let's just stop and think, before I lose face
Surely I can't fall, into a game of chase
Around his little finger, that boy has got me curled
I try to reach out, but he's in his own world
This boy's got my head tied in knots with all his games
I simply want him more because he looks the other way
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
You could throw me a bone
If I get too close you wake me up
Remind me softly to go
If I forget won't you wake me up
Remind me not to feel a thing
Keep the dream tight
I can't feel a thing
My dreams are so tight
Why wouldn't I stand in line tonight?
So you scream out of line
"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?"
Tres butch little number whines, "Hey dirty, I want you
When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar like a church with the door ajar
Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind
But we can't stop trying 'till we break up our minds
'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river holding hands
I alone am the one you don't know you need
Take heed, feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close
Sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost
I alone am the one you don't know you need
You don't know you need me
Make me blind when your eyes close
Tie me to the bedpost
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through
Now I'm through with you
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips
And showed me the leather belt round his hips
My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame
He said "You'll never go down to the Gods again"
(Turn around, go back!)
He struck the ground a cavern appeared
And I smelt the burning pit of fear
We crashed a thousand yards below
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)
His nebulous body swayed above
His tongue swollen with devil's love
The snake and I, a venom high
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)
Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply
And I was seething, breathing deeply
Spitting sentry, horned and tailed
Waiting for you
I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don't remember why I came
Candles raise my desire
Why I'm so far away
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay
Freezing feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again
Hazing clouds rain on my head
Empty thoughts fill my ears
Find my shade by the moon light
Why my thoughts aren't so clear
Demons dreaming
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo.
So far away...
I'm not the one who's so far away...
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I'm very close to far away
And I can't hear the words you say
So take what you can take what you find
Take it all into your mind
I'm very close to letting go
Even closer than you know
I need what you have need what you give
I need your love to make me live
So talk to me now talk to me slow
Say the words I told you so
I know you don't believe me
Or all the things I say
But if you'd just receive me
We're very close to far away
I'm very close to far away
And I can't hear the words you say
So take what you can take what you find
Take it all into your mind
I know you don't believe me
Or all the things I say
But if you'd just receive me
We're very close to far away
I'm very close to far away
And I can't hear the words you say
I need what you have need what you give
I need your love to make me live
I'm very close to letting go
Even closer than you know
So take what you can
Take what you find
Take it all into your mind
You don't know how hearts yearn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don't know what love is
“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.”
I feel far away from you. so what else is new?
The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone.
I ran, I ran so far away
I just ran, I ran all night and day
I couldn't get away
A cloud appears above your head
A beam of light comes shining down on you
Shining down on you
The cloud is moving nearer still
Aurora Borealis comes in view
Aurora comes in view
And I ran, I ran so far away
I just ran, I ran all night and day
I couldn't get away
Reached out a hand to touch your face
You're slowly disappearing from my view
'Appearing from my view
Reached out a hand to try again
I'm floating in a beam of light with you
A beam of light with you
And I ran, I ran so far away
I just ran, I ran all night and day
Gonna be a star
All you dreamed you are
Gonna go so far
Like you do, like you
It won't be so hard
Not for you, not you
Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said baby, "Can't you see
I wanna be famous, a star on the screen
But you can do something in between"
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I'm gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I love you
I told a girl that my prospects were good
And she said baby, "It's understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time"
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I'm gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I love you
Beep beep'm beep beep yeah
I told that girl I can start right away
And she said, "Listen baby I got something to say
I got no car and it's breaking my heart
But I've found a driver and that's a start"
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I'm gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I love you
Beep beep'm beep beep yeah
Here is the church and here is the steeple,
We sure are cute for two ugly people.
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
Pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me,
So, why can't you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
I will find my nitch in your car,
With my MP3, DVD, rumple-packed guitar.
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
My my hump my hump
My lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front
Check it out!
I used to dig Picasso
Hey now now, hey now now
I used to dig Picasso
Then the big tech giant came along
And turned him into wallpaper
Hey now now, hey now now
I used to dig Picasso
I'm driftin' back
I'm driftin' back
I'm driftin' back
I'm driftin' back
Don't want my mp3
Don't want my mp3
I'm driftin' back
I'm driftin' back
I'm driftin' back
I'm driftin' back
I'm driftin' back
When you hear my song now
You only get five percent
You used to get it all
Blocking out my anger
Blocking out my thoughts
Blocking out my anger now
Blocking out my thoughts
Beginnin' to think, that I'm wastin' time
And I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
And I'm countin' on you, you can carry me through
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Won't you take me away
And when my mind is free
You know your melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitars come through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy you've given me
I want you to know that I believe in your song
And rhythm, and rhyme, and harmony
You helped me along, you're makin' me strong
@ This thread
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
And I've often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
sometimes the girl is here
with her indigo eyes
and her brand new gear
she won't stay for long
and she has to walk straight home
patience, time comes, she says
kiss me but don't you tell
this is over as soon as this fire burns through
she's on the ocean
he's in the sand
she's stuck in motion
he is sliding gently off her hand
springtime and turmoil
she pours white wine
and gets herself lost
she falls over
and disappears into the meadows
wayward and high-strung
she is lovesick and ever so strong
then it's over like none of it ever was real
We both know that I shouldn't be here
This is wrong
And baby it's killing me, it's killing you
Both of us trying to be strong
I've got somewhere else to be
Promises to keep
Someone else who loves me
And trusts me fast asleep
I've made up my mind
There is no turning back
I can't let you see
What you mean to me
When my hands are tied
And my heart's not free
We're not meant to be
It's the hardest thing
I'll ever have to do
To turn around and walk away
Pretending I don't love you
I know that we'll meet again
Fate has a place and time
So you can get on with your life
I've got to be cruel to be kind
Turn down the silence
Inside my head
Bring back the colors
Of you instead
Further from where I started
Further to go
Keeping my heart under control
Why do I still feel you, feel you
And though you're gone
I still to feel you, feel you
All I need is you
All I need is to feel you, feel you
Why did you change your mind and run away?
Thoughts of you by my side
Starting to fade
I know that you should be mine
So I won't let go
Everyday I'm trying to get close
Why do I still feel you, feel you
And though you're gone
I still to feel you, feel you
All I need is you
All I need is to feel you, feel you
Stop running all the time
Don't fight the feeling inside
Cause when you try to hide
No matter where you go
It's deep in your soul
Stop running all the time
Don't fight the feeling inside
Cause when you try to hide
No matter where you go
It's deep in your soul
Stop running all the time
Don't fight the feeling inside
Cause when you try to hide
No matter where you go
It's deep in your soul
All I need is to feel you, feel you...
I'll find a place somewhere in the corner
I'm gonna waste the rest of my days
Just watching patiently from the window
Just waiting, seasons change, some day, oh oh,
My dreams will pull you through that garden gate
I want to be the wandering sailor
We're silhouettes by the light of the moon
I sit playing solitaire by the window
Just waiting, seasons change, ah hah, you'll see
Some day these dreams will pull you through my door
And I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe
Oh, oh oh-oh-oho-oho-oho-oho-oho-o-o-o
Some dreams
Are in the night time
And some seem like yesterday
But leaves turn brown and fade
Ships sail away
You long to say a thousand words but
Seasons change
It feels
Like it's forever
No reason for emptiness
But time just runs away [time runs away]
No more day by day
You dream again and scenes remain
But seasons change
[I want you]
I want to feel you by my side
[I need you]
Don't you know I need you baby
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Winter Bells in dark and silent dreams
Help me while these thoughts are troubling me.
Oh - oh oh oh
I slept through the falling of the leaves
I never thought that time could get so far
Away from me
We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky
Is it asking too much to be given time to know these songs and to sing them?
Is it asking too much of my vacant smile and my laugh and lies that bring them?
But as the stars are going out and this stage is full of nothing
And the friends have all but gone for my life my God I'm singing
We'll take our hearts outside leave our lives behind I'll watch the stars go out
Is it asking too much of my favourite friends to take these songs for real?
Is it asking too much of my partner's hands to take these songs for real?
We'll take our hearts outside leave our lives behind I'll watch the stars go out
We'll take our hearts outside
Is it asking too much? I'll watch the stars go out
Is it asking too much? we'll take our hearts outside
I'll watch the stars go out we'll take our hearts outside
Small, a speck in the wide blue sea
'Tis the last of all the land
A dweller upon our lonesome isle
The last lonely man
On weary night, under stars
He'd often lay and gaze
Up towards the moon and stars
The sun's dying haze
Time and again, Orion's light
Filled our man with joy
And within the belt, he'd see his love
Remembering her voice
Such is life upon the isle
Of torment and woe
One day good, one day bad
And some days, even hope
The light at the end of the world
Burns bright for mile and mile
Yet tends the man its golden glow
In misery all the while
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Armoured cars sail the sky
They're pink at dawn
If I lived forever, you just wouldn't be
So beautiful, as the sun
When it shines all over the world
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
Ice and clouds, shimmer outside
Rain just falls, at magic hour
It's just the sound of you and me
Time twitching
Murmurs of our friendly machine
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
Growing in numbers
Growing in speed
Can't fight the future
Can't fight what I see
People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars
Efforts of lovers
Left in my mind
I sing in the reaches
We'll see what we find
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
For the music is your special friend;
dance on fire as it intends.
Music is your...only friend;
until The End. (JDM/Doors)
Cut me down,
It's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town,
Haunted love
Raise your voice,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
I'm talking loud,
Not saying much
I will walk, with my hands bound
I will walk, with my face blood
I will walk, with my shadow flag
Into your garden
Garden of stone
After all is done
We're still alone
I won't be taken
Yet I'll go
I walk for miles inside this pit of danger
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger
The weight of the world is falling on my shoulders
A place where no one follows me; I walk alone
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
There are times when I’m just a shell
When I do not feel anything for anyone
All I feel is hollow and bruised
Used up and misused
Forced to be someone I don’t want to be
Have I failed somehow or some way
Will the weight of today finally pull me down to drown
In the depths of despair
Where I am alone
Except for my rage
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
Whatsoever I've feared has
Come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off
Became my life
Just when every day
Seemed to greet
Me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on
Black days
Whomsoever I've cured
I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled
I've put you down
I'm a search light soul
They say but I can't
See it in the night
I'm only faking
When I get it right
Cause I fell on
Black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
You were born on a black day
Shot through with star light
And all the angels singing
Just about got it right
Cut through with silver
And goodness and heaven knows
Don't know where we're going
Darling, bless your soul
Baby, set my soul on fire
I got two little arms to hold on tight
And I want to take it higher
Baby, never should say never
I got a hurricane inside my veins
And I want to stay forever
Sweetheart, it may not be easy
But we're trying hard to hold on
Trying to make it better
Sweetheart, you get so much freedom
But freedom is just another word
When you've no one left to hurt
And I said
Baby, set my soul on fire
I got two little arms to hold on tight
And I want to take it higher
Baby, never should say never
I got a hurricane inside my veins
And I want to stay forever
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
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