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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2007 21:07:06 GMT -6
Love the group Bread, Cher ami...And each of these songs are some of my favorites of theirs...
Here's a song that's become a favorite of mine in recent months...
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I'm a Survivor lyrics by Reba McEntire
I was born 3 months too early
The doctor gave me 30 days
but I must of had my momma's will
And God's amazing grace
I guess I'll keep on livin'
Even if this loves to die for
Cause your bags are packed and I ain't cryin'
Your walking out and I'm not tryin' to change your mind
Cause I was born to be...
Chorus:
The baby girl without a chance
A victim of the circumstance
The one who oughta give up
But she's just to hard headed
A single mom who works two jobs
Who loves her kids and never stops
With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter
I'm a survivor....
I don't believe in self-pity
It only brings you down
Maybe the queen of broken hearts
But I don't hide behind the crown
When the deck is stacked against me
I just play a different game
My roots are planted in the past
And though my life is changing’ fast
Who I am is who I wanna be
Chorus:
The baby girl without a chance
A victim of circumstance
The one who oughta give up
But she's just to hard headed
A single mom who works two jobs
Who loves her kids and never stops
With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter
I'm a survivor....
oh...A single mom who works two jobs
Who loves her kids and never stops
With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter
I'm a survivor....
But I must of had my momma's will
And God's amazing grace
I'm a survivor....(say once then hum)
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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2007 22:45:25 GMT -6
Friends in Low Places
lyrics by Garth Brooks
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain
'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places
Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
Everything's all right
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I'll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you're livin' in
'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places
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t-hehehehehe...always identified with the chorus and the second verse of this song, back in the day...kind o fhard for me to identify with the first verse, cause, in this lifetime, I wasn't born a man...ggglggglgggl...or some such near rot...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 18, 2007 2:13:23 GMT -6
Thanks David...went and had a look then bookmarked it...thanks...
Sabrina good choices...love both those songs...
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Post by glenn on Dec 18, 2007 12:32:56 GMT -6
Northwest Passage(words and music by Stan Rogers) chorus: Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea; Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage And make a Northwest Passage to the sea. Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie The sea route to the Orient for which so many died; Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones. Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain. And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me To race the roaring Fraser to the sea. How then am I so different from the first men through this way? Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away. To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men To find there but the road back home again. ************************************** this song is to some of us in the wee bit daft crowd a sort of unofficial national anthem: youtube has a short clip from the CBC with Stan Rogers singing it (hoot mon, hoot) youtube.com/watch?v=rz6vU1iSA0k
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Post by Sam on Dec 18, 2007 12:52:46 GMT -6
The Temptations
My Girl
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
I've got so much honey, the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Ooooh.
I don't need no money, fortune, or fame.
I've got all the riches baby one man can claim.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
with my girl.
I've even got the month of May
with my girl (fade)
Miss you all!!
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 13:43:24 GMT -6
*love that one, Sammy...been missing you, too*
No One lyrics by Alicia Keys
I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it will only get better
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don't worry 'cause
Everything's going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all i know is everything's going to be alright
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don't worry 'cause
Everything's going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all i know is everything's going to be alright
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel
I know some people search the world
To find something like what we have
I know people will try try to divide something so real
So till the end of time I'm telling you there is no one
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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Post by bichsa on Dec 18, 2007 15:42:34 GMT -6
this is one of my all time favorites In memory of;Dan Fogelberg Same Old Lang Syne www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIGiX-vc6M8 Met my old lover in the grocery store The snow was falling christmas eve I stole behind her in the frozen foods And I touched her on the sleeve She didnt recognize the face at first But then her eyes flew open wide She went to hug me and she spilled her purse And we laughed until we cried. We took her groceries to the checkout stand The food was totalled up and bagged We stood there lost in our embarrassment As the conversation dragged. We went to have ourselves a drink or two But couldnt find an open bar We bought a six-pack at the liquor store And we drank it in her car. We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how. She said shed married her an architect Who kept her warm and safe and dry She would have liked to say she loved the man But she didnt like to lie. I said the years had been a friend to her And that her eyes were still as blue But in those eyes I wasnt sure if I saw Doubt or gratitude. She said she saw me in the record stores And that I must be doing well I said the audience was heavenly But the traveling was hell. We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how. We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to time Reliving in our eloquence Another auld lang syne... The beer was empty and our tongues were tired And running out of things to say She gave a kiss to me as I got out And I watched her drive away. Just for a moment I was back at school And felt that old familiar pain And as I turned to make my way back home The snow turned into rain -- |
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Post by glenn on Dec 19, 2007 13:11:37 GMT -6
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 14:11:03 GMT -6
Nice Glenn...thanks for the looksee...thanks...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 23, 2007 7:08:53 GMT -6
I'll Be Seeing You lyrics
as sung by Frank Sinatra
Writer(s): kahal/fain/kahal/fain
I'll be seeing you;
In all the old, familiar places;
That this heart of mine embraces;
All day through.
In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The childrens carousel;
The chestnut tree;
The wishing well.
I'll be seeing you;
In every lovely, summers day;
And everything thats bright and gay;
I'll always think of you that way;
I'll find you in the morning sun;
And when the night is new;
I'll be looking at the moon;
But I'll be seeing you.
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Post by anirbas on Dec 23, 2007 11:20:35 GMT -6
Livin' On a Prayer
lyrics by Bon Jovi
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Unions been on strike
He's down on his luck...it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love
She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
Chorus:
Whooah, we're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby it's okay, someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
Chorus
We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
Chorus
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Post by glenn on Dec 24, 2007 12:55:35 GMT -6
I found one more of Dan Fogelberg on youtube that I liked: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVKp899kRmw&feature=relatedThe video that was created to go with the music is quite good. It may or may not capture the spirit of the song, but a very interesting video anyway. The lyrics: Dancing shoes On the wall above your bedside Saw it all as we performed our pirouette Fleshes fused As the flicker of the candles Threw upon the wall a single silhouette. Tu es dan ma coeur et dans ma tete Dancing shoes We have loved on distant beaches Where the winter never reaches There we fell Dying swan On the dawn you danced before me Though your eyes were dark and stormy I stood still. Qui peut dire le faux et le reel? Dancing shoes Though the distances divide us There's a paradise inside us We can't lose. Me and you Dance a 'pas de deux' Forever And I pray you never Shed your dancing shoes. |
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Post by glenn on Dec 27, 2007 13:17:56 GMT -6
Lord of the Starfieldsby Bruce Cockburn Lord of the starfields Ancient of Days Universe Maker Here's a song in your praise Wings of the storm cloud Beginning and end You make my heart leap Like a banner in the wind O love that fires the sun Keep me burning. Lord of the starfields Sower of life, Heaven and earth are Full of your light Voice of the nova Smile of the dew All of our yearning Only comes home to you O love that fires the sun keep me burning ********************** youtube has a version of this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSn685H5CR4
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 28, 2007 16:40:03 GMT -6
Bell Bottom BluesEric Clapton Video Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1FLw-twc3QBell bottom blues, you made me cry. I don’t want to lose this feeling. And if I could choose a place to die It would be in your arms. Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you? Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back? I’d gladly do it because I don’t want to fade away. Give me one more day, please. I don’t want to fade away. In your heart I want to stay. It’s all wrong, but it’s all right. The way that you treat me baby. Once I was strong but I lost the fight. You won’t find a better loser. Chorus Chorus Bell bottom blues, don’t say goodbye. I’m sure we’re gonna meet again, And if we do, don’t you be surprised If you find me with another lover. Chorus I don’t want to fade away. Give me one more day please. I don’t want to fade away. In your heart I long to stay.
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Post by anirbas on Dec 31, 2007 16:43:43 GMT -6
~She Talks to Angels
lyrics by Black Crowes
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you shes an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet
Says she talks to angels,
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
She don't know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her that ain't nothing
But to me, yeah me,
It's everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there's a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright, alright yeah
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Don't you know that they call her out by her name
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Post by anirbas on Dec 31, 2007 22:38:46 GMT -6
~Ironic lyrics by Alanis Morrissette
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
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Post by Sam on Jan 3, 2008 13:37:23 GMT -6
Fire
You're riding in my car, I turn on the radio
I'm pulling you closer, you're tellin' me no
You say you don't like it, but I know you're a liar
'Cause when we kiss, ooo fire
Late at night you're taking me home
You say you wanna stay, but I want you to go
I say I don't love you, but you know I'm a liar
'Cause when we kiss, ooo fire, fire, fire
You've had a hold on me right from the start
A grip so tight, I couldn't tear it apart
My nerves all jumpin', actin' like a fool
Your kisses might burn, but my heart stays cool
Well, Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah
Baby, you can bet they were burning with desire
If I say split, then you'd know I'd be lying
'Cause when we kiss, ooo fire, fire, fire, fire
When we kiss I'm on fire
Your tenderness gives me desire
I can't resist your tender lips
We we kiss, ooo fire
Fire (I can't resist your tender lips)
Fire, fire
When we kiss I'm on fire
Your tenderness gives me desire
I can't resist your tender lips
We we kiss, ooo fire
Fire (I can't resist your tender lips)
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
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Post by glenn on Jan 3, 2008 21:43:05 GMT -6
Long Road Out Of Eden
by the Eagles
Moon shining down through the palms
Shadows moving on the sand
Somebody whispering the 23rd Psalm
Dusty rifle in his trembling hands
Somebody trying just to stay alive
He's got promises to keep
Over the ocean in America
Far away, the master sleeps
Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky
Gold, silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing by
Galaxies unfolding and new worlds being born
Pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn
And it's a long road out of Eden
Music blasting from an SUV
On a bright and sunny day
Rolling down the interstate
In the good old USA
Having lunch at the petroleum club
Smoking fine cigars and swapping lies
They say, "Give me 'nother slice of that barbecued brisket
Give me 'nother piece of that pecan pie"
Freeways flickering; cell phones chiming a tune
We're riding to Utopia; road map says we'll be arriving soon
Captains of the old order clinging to the reins
Assuring us these aches inside are only growing pains
But it's a long road out of Eden
Back home, I was so certain; the path was very clear
But now I have to wonder - what are we doing here?
And I'm not counting on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right
But I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight
Weaving down the American highway
Through the litter and the wreckage, and the cultural junk
Bloated with entitlement, bloated on propaganda
Now we're driving dazed and drunk
Went down the road to Damascus, the road to Mandalay
Met the ghost of Caesar on the Appian Way
He said, "It's hard to stop this binging once you get a taste
But the road to empire is a bloody, stupid waste"
Behold the bitten apple, the power of the tools
But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools
And it's a long road out of Eden
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Just bought this 2 CD album (about 90 minutes of music) at Wal-Mart for 11 bucks. Worth every penny. Bit of good old rock and roll. My only gripe is that the case tends to scratch the CDs as I slide them in and out. Solution: put CDs into an old double DVD case.
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Post by anirbas on Jan 9, 2008 13:39:34 GMT -6
Evergreen lyrics
written by Paul Williams and Barbra Streisand
Love, soft as an easy chair
Love, fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Like a rose under the April snow
I was always certain love would grow
Love, ageless and evergreen
Seldom seen by two
You and I will
make each night the first
Everyday a beginning
Spirits rise and their dance is unrehearsed
They warm and excite us
'Cause we have the brightest love
Two lights that shine as one Morning glory and midnight sun
Time, we've learned to sail above
Time, won't change the meaning of one love
Ageless and ever evergreen
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Post by bichsa on Jan 13, 2008 16:43:59 GMT -6
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9Oh5PCNfXE"The Mountain" I gave my Salam to the mountain And I drank from the mountain stream And I walked upon its surface And it all felt like a dream And this mountain it is a Muslim And I feel like he's my friend And as I climbed on to his peak I wished it would never end CHORUS: Allahu Allahu Allahu (throughout) La Ilaha Ella Allah (throughout) We should be like the mountain It never complains We should be like the mountain It praises God and never complains We should be like the mountain Like the mountain I gave my Salam to the mountain And I strive through the wind and the snow And something caught my eye up in the sky And I wished it would never let go Cause this mountain it is a Muslim And I feel like he's my friend And as I climbed on to his peak I wished it would never end Subhanaka Ya Allah = Glory be to You oh Allah On this mountain I feel complete And while I'm here to this mountain I will speak Subhanaka Ya Allah = Glory be to You oh Allah And thank God for this wonderful day And I know the mountain feels the same way Subhanaka Ya Allah Glory be to You oh Allah CHORUS: Allahu Allahu Allahu (throughout) La Ilaha Ella Allah (throughout) We should be like the mountain It never complains We should be like the mountain It praises God and never complains We should be like the mountain Like the mountain CHORUS We should be like the mountain An awe-inspiring Muslim As it is We should be like the mountain Like the mountain La Ilaha Ella Allah = There's no God but Allah Allahu Allah Definition:A Muslim is one who submits to God English Lyrics: Hamza Robertson Composition: Hamza Robertson
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jan 14, 2008 2:09:00 GMT -6
30 SECONDS TO MARS LYRICS
"Attack"
I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing, or give up what I
Started and stopped it, from end to beginning
A new day is coming, and I am finally free
Run away, run away, I'll attack
Run away, run away, go chase yourself
Run away, run away, now I'll attack
I'll attack, I'll aa-WHOOOAAAAAAAAA
I would have kept you, forever, but we had to sever
It ended for both of us, faster than a
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in
I'm losing control now, and without you I can finally see
Run away, run away, I'll attack
Run away, run away, go chase yourself
Run away, run away, now I'll attack
I'll attack, I'll aa-WHOOOAAAAAAAAA
Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife (knife)
I promise you (promise you)
I promise you (promise you)
And I am finally free
Run away, run away, I'll attack
Run away, run away, go chase yourself
Run away, run away, now I'll attack
I'll attack, I'll attack, I will attack
Run away, I'll attack, I will attack
Run away, I'll attack, I will attack
Run away (Run away), I'll attack (I'll attack)
I'll aa-WHOOOAAAAAAAAA
Your promises
(promises, promises)
I promise you
(promise you)
I promise you
(promise you, promise you)
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jan 14, 2008 2:10:03 GMT -6
30 SECONDS TO MARS LYRICS
"The Kill"
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.
Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break...?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I'm not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jan 14, 2008 2:12:22 GMT -6
30 SECONDS TO MARS LYRICS
"Battle Of One"
Try and stop me
Try and save me
I want to fall...
Try and cross me
Take me, tease me
I want to fall
I want to fall
I want to fall...
I want to fall
I want to fall
I want to fall...
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These guys are so good with the emotion ripping songs...just thought I would share them here...of course I also posted them on the Dark board but its ok...they're worth it...lol...
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Post by bichsa on Jan 14, 2008 9:44:24 GMT -6
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYLI5OQ8b1ATrack: Afraid To Read Lyrics: How many words she’s read before, she’s consumed two thousand books or more. Musty pulp and glue soundproof her tiny room. She cannot understand why this book in her hand fascinates her now so much that she’s almost shy to touch. “Don’t think about the words it’s just a book - paper and ink” She reaffirms, remind herself, “a book can’t dictate what to think.” It invites, intrigues her more than others on her shelf “Is it just another book?” - she sits questioning herself. Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read, the wisdom that’s revealed may burrow in her mind She’ll be obliged to admit, She’ll be obliged to submit But will she be strong enough to live the truth she finds? Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read. The hall light is always on every night that he is gone. He hears his mother toss in bed when he slips in at dawn. In the book case by the stair, he can see it sitting there like a waiting watchful wise-man scolding him with care. In the morning will they fight about him being out all night? Will he resent their gift of love and not admit that they are right? All he wants is to fit in some place, but must he compromise his faith? He can’t look himself or his parents in the face. He takes the book upstairs unread and sets it closed next to his head then counts the prayers he’s missed and lays so hopelessly in bed. Oh Allah, he’s so afraid to read, the wisdom that’s revealed may burrow in his mind He’ll be obliged to admit, He’ll be obliged to submit But will he be strong enough to live the truth he finds? Oh Allah, he’s so afraid to read. I sent an email to my loved one, just the other day It’s sad communication has evolved this way. We use so many words but have so little to relay as angels scribble down every letter that we say. All the viral attachments sent and passionate insults we vent It’s easy to be arrogant behind user passwords we invent. But on the day the scrolls are laid, with every word and deed displayed, when we read our accounts, I know, for one, I’ll be afraid. That day I’ll be so afraid to read, every harsh word that I’ve spoken - and every time I have lied. I’ll be obliged to admit, I’ll be obliged to submit Will I have strength owning up to each deed I’ve tried to hide? Oh Allah, I’m so afraid to read. A walk in my world peace to all!C.
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Post by bichsa on Jan 14, 2008 9:51:57 GMT -6
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0rhdftsbowPeople of The Boxes There were once some people who all saw their lives like empty boxes. They looked around the world, collecting up the things they liked. They filled their lives in their boxes with the goodies that they gathered And they all felt in control, content, and they all felt alright. Then they climbed inside their boxes and they settled with their trinkets. They neither looked, nor learned much more and closed their lids up tight. Once they’d fastened up their boxes they smiled there inside, and they all thought in their darkness that the world was clear and bright. But the world is not a box. There’s no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks, and everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man. It's a piece of the peace of Islam. Along came a wondering wise man whispering such words of truth, who stumbled on these boxes, so separate side by side. He knocked upon the first one saying, “Please come out and feel the day.” An answer came from deep within, “You’re not of us please go away.” He approached the second box and tapped thrice on the lid saying, “Peace to you inside, shall I show you a new way?” Someone peeked out from a crack and said, “You may just have a point, but it’s so comfy in my box, in my box here I will stay.” But the world is not a box. There’s no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks, and everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man. It's a piece of the peace of Islam . He stood before the final box, a hiding face peeked out to him, and much to his surprise, he said “I recognize those eyes! I see you and you see me so why not come out and be free? Faith and flowers wilt and die if they are hidden from the sky! `Cause the world is not a box. There’s no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks, and everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man. It's a piece of the peace of Islam. Now centuries lie between all the Prophets and you and I. Civilizations are born and die each and every day. We see good and bad and happy-sad and mad mistakes we wish we hadn’t made in our attempt to try and live up to their way. But if we hide ourselves away, afraid to grow and learn, we might wake up in the flames of the ignorance that burns, and we’ll never be much more than only casualties of war in a struggle we can’t win if we have no faith to begin. We’ve got to tip the lid and let some sunlight in, `Cause the world is not a box. There’s no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks, and everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man. It's a piece of the peace of Islam.
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Post by bichsa on Jan 14, 2008 10:14:16 GMT -6
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Post by bichsa on Jan 15, 2008 17:08:31 GMT -6
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Post by Sam on Jan 18, 2008 15:17:13 GMT -6
It was the Animals!!!!  (Am I showing my age?) hee hee |
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Post by Sam on Jan 18, 2008 15:23:30 GMT -6
I Wanna Be A Cowboy MadorSad: Riding on the range, I've got my hat - on, I've got my boots - dusty. I've got my saddle On my horse. He's called....T-t-t-t-t-trigger Of course. I wanna be a cowboy and you can be my cowgirl I wanna be a cowboy and you can be my cowgirl I wanna be a cowboy (woman's voice) Riding on the chuck wagon, Following my man. His name is Ted, Can you believe that? Camping on the prairie Plays havoc with my hair. Makes me feel quite dirty, Though we all do sometimes I wanna be a cowboy and you can be my cowgirl I wanna be a cowboy and you can be my cowgirl I wanna be a cowboy Looking like a hero, Six-gun at my side, Chewing my tobacco. Out on the horizon, I see a puff of smoke. Indians on the warpath, (Indian voice) White man speak-em with forked tongue. Or not. I wanna be a cowboy and you can be my cowgirl I wanna be a cowboy My name is Ted, And one day I'll be dead yo yo. Re:I Wanna Be A Cowboy Bubba: I will say it again, you have to love Kid Rock! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Re:I Wanna Be A Cowboy Phyxius: Ain't Kid Rock, Bubba - go back another 10 years.... *Where is everyone?  ? Whenever I get the chance to sneak on and play, no one is here....You would think you guys had to work for a living or something!!  Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 19, 2008 17:25:42 GMT -6
~You Don't Know How It Feels
lyrics by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Let me run with you tonight
I'll take you on a moonlight ride
Theres someone I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me
But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me
People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between
A memory and a dream
So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road
Theres somewhere I gotta go
And you don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me
My old man was born to rock
Hes still tryin to beat the clock
Think of me what you will
I got a little space to fill
So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road
There's somewhere I gotta go
And you don't know how it feels
No, you don't know how it feels to be me
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(Am I showing my age?) hee hee
