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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 5:43:59 GMT -5
Beautiful Child Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright
When i am older than all these goddamned hills And theres no reason for my mind to be still
Oh, how ill feel like a beautiful child again Such a beautiful child again
When i have finally found my room filled with toys Be banging on my crib excited with noise
Oh, how ill feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again
And when theres nothing to gain Or bring me pain or pin the blame On you or myself
And when they finally fall These wailing walls and burning crosses Gods twilight and all
How ill feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again
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Post by littleredrooster on Jun 25, 2005 5:47:55 GMT -5
Drenched ( Joey Burns) riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile the city lights are closing in on him the distance grows shorter for a while he wonders what dreams fill her heart and wonders if what they had could ever be sparked "the roads never lead where they're supposed to go" that's what he tells himself before he lets it go out on the cold grey plain, sunken on the side of the road the words bleed off the page, the letter becomes well-soaked "no more turning backwards," he says, as he drives off in the rain ventures on up through the colorades and settles under the rock and pines, and stakes claim still he wonders what what dreams fill her heart and wonders if what they had could ever be sparked the roads never lead where they're supposed to go they just twist 'round and 'round the flame the eyes closing, the heart retains a bit of a spark before it fades away that's where he gets lost and drifts off alone and what he tells himself... "better let it go" Everytime i listen to this song, it just leaves me breatless...
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 6:00:09 GMT -5
One Man Guy Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright
People will know when they see this show The kind of a guy I am They'll recognize just what I stand for and what I just can't stand They'll perceive what I believe in And what I know is true And they'll recognize I'm a one man guy Always was through and through
People meditate Hey that's just great Trying to find the inner you People depend on family and friends And other folks to pull them through
I don't know why I'm a one man guy Or why I'm a one man show But these three cubic feet of bone and blood and meat are all I love and know
'Cause I'm a one man guy in the morning Same in the afternoon One man guy when the sun goes down I whistle me a one man tune
One man guy a one man guy Only kind of guy to be I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy is me
I'm gonna bathe and shave And dress myself and eat solo every night Unplug the phone, sleep alone Stay way out of sight Sure it's kind of lonely Yeah it's sort of sick Being your own one and only Is a dirty selfish trick
'Cause I'm a one man guy in the morning Same in the afternoon One man guy when the sun goes down I whistle me a one man tune One man guy a one man guy Only kind of guy to be I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy is me
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 6:35:12 GMT -5
The Tower Of Learning Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright
I'm looking for the tower of learning I'm looking for the copious prize I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for
I really do fear that I'm dying I really do fear that I'm dead I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for I saw it in your eyes what will make me live
All the sights of Paris Pale inside your iris Tip the Eiffel Tower with one glance Stained glass cathedrals with one glint
You smashed it with your eyes What I'm looking for One blink and then my heart wasn't there no more
I'm looking for the tower of learning I'm looking for the copious prize
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Post by littleredrooster on Jun 25, 2005 6:37:16 GMT -5
Did Rufus Wainwright cover 'Hallelujah' by Leonard Cohen for the 'Shreck' soundtrack ?
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 6:39:52 GMT -5
Yes... yes he did...
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Post by littleredrooster on Jun 25, 2005 6:42:19 GMT -5
Bloodflow (Joey Burns)
her eyes are closed now that final breath is near she lets go of my hand and i fall into a see of tears search for the trail that we were both riding lost sometime ago now i'm stranded on the mountain's edge and there's only one way back down... and down i go into the ground where the bad seeds are sown take root and pull me further in long and long and longer it takes good luck's gone and there's no more breaks just the ground beneath that shakes and gives way swallowed up whole, there ain't much now i can pull no stunt man surprises or houdini-like disguises for death defying escape avoid the tap on the shoulder from that one in the long black cape just to see those eyes of hers shine is worth any sum or length of time that would fill up that space where her love once flowed but the more i resist the further and further out i drift get swept out in the rip tide where part of me wants to lie 'neath the waves of sorrow and tears sink to the bottom and linger there the rest of my tears walk amongst the mossy bones of my fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers feel their blood flow away send the soul on its way
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Service & repair (Joey Burns)
on the outskirts of expansion looking out from blueprint peak the flow is flooding of urban setters panning through rivers running dry numbers roll on in smiling a lottery grin a sadness blurs the eye it's just a matter of time before they're moving on it's just a matter of time before they're moving on doesn't take much time for plans to go wrong and chase another ghost of a chance in the shadows of chain-store ghost towns where no one walks the streets at night a silent nation hooked on medication stares into a blue flickering light the young drift off alone and the old are whisked away and prospects keep looking up but the line's getting longer on the lost highway the line's getting longer on the superstition highway doesn't take much time for plans to go astray and chase another ghost of a chance they say deep down inside, lie properties of a healing kind if so it'd better come around soon and do a little bit of service and repair do a little bit of service and repair do a little more service and repair doesn't take much time for plans to change and offer up another chance for a little bit more service and repair do a little bit of service and repair doesn't take much time for plans to change and offer up another chance at sewing the dream better suited for both soul and soil
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Post by littleredrooster on Jun 25, 2005 7:04:37 GMT -5
Cigarettes and coffee (Thomas, Butler & Walker)
It's early in the morning About a quarter till three I'm sittin' here talkin' with my baby Over cigarettes and coffee, now And to tell you that Darling i've been so satisfied Honey since i met you Baby since i met you, ooh
All the places that i've been around And all the good looking girls i've met They just don't seem to fit in Knowing this particularly sad, yeah
But it seemed so natural, darling That you and i are here Just talking over cigarettes and drinking coffee, ooh now
And whole my heart cries out Love at last i've found you, ooh now And honey won't you let me Just be my whole life around you And while i complete, i complete my whole life would be, yeah If you would take things under consideration And walk down this hour with me And i would love it, yeah
People i say it's so early in the morning Ou, it's a quarter till three We're sittin' here talkin' Over cigarettes and drinking coffee, now, lord And i'll like to show you, well I've known nothing but good old joy Since i met you, darling Honey since i've met you, baby yeah
I would love to have another drink of coffee, now And please, darling, help me smoke this one more cigarette, now I don't want no cream and sugar 'Cause i've got you, now darling But just let me enjoy Help me to enjoy this good time that we'll have, baby It's so early, so early in the morning So early, so early in the morning And i've got you And you've got me And we'll have each other And we don't, we don't want nothing but joy, y'all Nothing but joy...
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Post by harro on Jun 25, 2005 7:34:49 GMT -5
System....
OLD SCHOOL HOLLYWOOD
Old school Hollywood baseball Old school Hollywood baseball
Tony Danza cuts in line Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Standing in the sun I'm wasting my time Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood
Old school Hollywood baseball Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall Old school Hollywood baseball Me and Frankie Avalon
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood
Hey man, don't you touch my belt Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Standing in the sun I'm about to melt Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood
Old school Hollywood baseball Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall Old school Hollywood baseball Me and Frankie Avalon
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood
Old school Hollywood baseball Old school Hollywood baseball
Old school Hollywood baseball Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall Old school Hollywood baseball Me and Frankie Avalon
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood BACK TO TOP
LOST IN HOLLYWOOD
I'll wait here You're crazy Those vicious streets are filled with strays You should've never gone to Hollywood
They find you Two-time you Say you're the best they've ever seen You should've never trusted Hollywood
I wrote you And told you You were the biggest fish out here You should've never gone to Hollywood
They take you And make you They look at you in disgusting ways You should've never trusted Hollywood
I was standing on the wall Feeling ten feet tall All you maggots Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
This is my front page This is my new age All you bitches put your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care
All you maggots Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd. All you bitches put your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care
Phony people come to pray
Look at all of them beg to stay Phony people come to pray
(The lines in the letter said "We have gone to Hackensack")
Look at all of them beg to stay Phony people come to pray
All you maggots Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
All you maggots Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd.
All you maggots Smoking fags out there on Hollywood Blvd.
You should've never trusted Hollywood You should've never gone to Hollywood
All you bitches put your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care You should've never trusted Hollywood
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 10:54:03 GMT -5
Ben Folds Five... Philosophy,,,
Won’t you look up at the skyline At the mortar block and glass And check out the reflections In my eyes You see they always Used to be there Even when this all was grass And I sang and danced About a high-rise
You were laughing at My helmet hat Laughing at my torch
Chorus Go ahead you can Laugh all you want I got my philosophy Keeps my feet on the ground And I trust it like the ground And that’s why my philosophy(my phil-) It keeps me walking when I’m falling down(o-so-phy) I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the inbetweens I never understood Won’t you look at me I’m crazy But I get the job done Yeah I’m crazy But I get the job done
Chorus
I pushed you ’cause I loved you guys I didn’t realize You weren’t having fun I dragged you up the stairs And I told you to fly You were flapping your arms You started to cry You were too high Too high
You may take this all for granted Take the mortar, block and glass And you forget the speech That moved the stone It’s really not the you can’t see The forest for the trees You’ve never been out In the woods before
Go ahead you can laugh All you want But I got my philosophy Keeps my feet on the ground And I love you You’re my friend But you got no philosophy Now it’s time for this song to end
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Post by littleredrooster on Jun 25, 2005 11:06:42 GMT -5
Electro-shock blues (Eels)
feeling scared today write down "i am ok" a hundred times the doctors say i am ok i am ok i'm not ok
skin is crawling off mopping the sweaty drops sticking around for this shit another day another day not another day
pink pill feels good finally understood take me in your warm embrace i am trying i am trying
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 11:12:13 GMT -5
Artist: Martina Topley Bird Lyrics Song: Need One Lyrics
Tell it face to face You got you a race Ain't got no time to taste Low stars in fire (?) If I went away You could walk today Time walks a world away Screw me, you try
You're gonna kill some You're gonna free some You're gonna lose someone You're gonna taste (fake?) some You're gonna want some You're gonna believe (need?) someone
What you're feedin me Don't make a mark of me I don't bruise so easily No scars inside (?)
I tell it face to face Got no time to taste My memory's your fate No scars inside (?)
You're gonna kill some You're gonna free some You're gonna lose someone You're gonna taste some You're gonna want some You're gonna believe someone
Send me alone I'm solemn and sorry
I'm gonna need some I'm gonna need some You're gonna need someone Did you believe some You're gonna breathe some You're gonna free someone
Send me alone (?) Aahhh...
Tell it face to face You got you a race Face to face You got you a race Tell it face to face
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Post by on Jun 25, 2005 15:00:33 GMT -5
Ben Folds Five... Philosophy,,, that one gives me chills sometimes... a beautiful song by a guy who is underestimated because he also has a sense of humour.
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Post by littleredrooster on Jun 25, 2005 16:03:57 GMT -5
Three hours (Nick Drake)
Three hours from sundown Jeremy flies Hoping to keep The sun from his eyes East from the city And down to the cave In search of a master In search of a slave.
Three hours from London Jacomo's free Taking his woes Down to the sea In search of a lifetime To tell when he's home In search of a story That's never been known.
Three hours from speaking Everyone's flown Not wanting to be Seen on their own Three hours is needed To leave from them all Three hours to wonder And three hours to fall.
Three hours from sundown Jeremy flies Hoping to keep The sun from his eyes East from the city And down to the cave In search of a master In search of a slave.
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Way to blue (Nick Drake)
Don't you have a word to show what may be done Have you never heard a way to find the sun Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show Won't you come and say If you know the way to blue?
Have you seen the land living by the breeze Can you understand a light among the trees Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show Tell us all today If you know the way to blue?
Look through time and find your rhyme Tell us what you find We will wait at your gate Hoping like the blind.
Can you now recall all that you have known? Will you never fall When the light has flown? Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show Won't you come and say If you know the way to blue?
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 20:42:53 GMT -5
Go Or Go Ahead Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright
Thank you for this bitter knowledge Guardian angels who left me stranded It was worth it, feeling abandoned Makes one hardened but what has happened to love You got me writing lyrics on postcards Then in the evening looking at the stars But the brightest of the planets is Mars Then what has happened to love So I will opt for the big white limo Vanity fairgrounds and rebel angels You can't be trusted with feathers so hollow Your heaven's inventions, steel eyed vampires of love You see over me, I'll never know What you have shown to other eyes Go or go ahead and surprise me Say you've lead the way to a mirage Go or go ahead and just try me Nowhere's now here smelling of junipers Fell of the hay bales, I'm over the rainbows But of Medusa kiss me and crucify This unholy notion of the mythic power of love Look in her eyes, look in her eyes Forget about the ones that are crying Look in her eyes, look in her eyes Forget about the ones that are crying Go or go ahead
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Post by mongo on Jun 25, 2005 20:45:23 GMT -5
something something something waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yeah yeah yeah mothafucka !!!! cmon now !!!!! something something something w00000000000000000000 yeah yeah yeah mothafucka !!!! cmon now !!!!! something something something (guitar solo) something something something waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!! cmon ! somehting something something fades to silence !
great fucking son ;D
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 20:53:46 GMT -5
W000000000000000000!!! I just love that part... ;D
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Post by mongo on Jun 25, 2005 21:05:53 GMT -5
fuck this pretty shit....this comes straight from the street w00000 !!!!
AHHHH...The Lord is a monkey Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass Outside of Phoenix where her gimmick broke down Fucked that cracker for his rig and she was out of that town. HA HA HA HAA Well she was a hare krishna in the ashwam bed She was sellin' (?) Had a funky-ass head Well she put food in my mouth and she threw me on the bed And she cut off my balls and she sewed ‘em to my head Well she's headin' back east in a 57 Caddy Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy
Well I met her on the street, where she beat me like a fool Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school Well I really did good but it's kickin' my ass I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass Well she's looking pretty good first week in July She's got a dope up her ass and a needle in her eye
Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass
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Post by guest on Jun 25, 2005 22:12:43 GMT -5
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
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Post by dimples on Jun 25, 2005 23:18:07 GMT -5
01. Seven Nation Army
I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message coming from my eyes Says leave it alone
Don't want to hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear, But that's what I'll do And the feeling coming from my bones Says find a home
I'm going to Wichita Far from this opera for evermore I'm gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Right before the lord All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will think no more And the stains coming from my blood Tell me go back home
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Post by jonnythc on Jun 25, 2005 23:57:48 GMT -5
..."and I can't get you out of my head..."
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Post by dimples on Jun 26, 2005 2:31:19 GMT -5
Beck... Girl...
I saw her, yea I saw her With a black tongue tied round the roses A fist pounding on a vending machine Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger With a noose she could hang from the sun And point it out with the dark sunglasses Walking crooked down the beach She spits in the sand Where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye She doesn't even know it's wrong And you know I'm gonna make it die Take her where her soul belongs Know I'm gonna steal her eye Nothing that I wouldn't try My sun eyed girl Hey summer eyed girl My summer girl Hey summer eyed girl
I saw her, yea I saw her With her hands tied back Her rags are burnin' Calling out from a landfilled life Scrawling her name up on the ceiling Throw a coin in the fountain of dust White noise, her ears are ringing Got a ticket for my midnight hanging Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye She doesn't even know it's wrong And you know I'm gonna make it die Take her where her soul belongs Know I'm gonna steal her eye Nothing that I wouldn't try
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Post by dimples on Jun 26, 2005 2:38:47 GMT -5
Rebel Prince Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright
Where is my master the rebel prince Who will shut all of these windows It's these windows all around me It's these windows who are telling me To rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness
Where is my master the rebel prince Bet breaking everything trying to get to me In this two-bit hotel Just to me before this windowsill
Does rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness Oh I can see him now Though it's so far away Amongst the roving crowd Going the other way
Confounded anger burning with love for me
Oï est mon ma¤tre le prince rebelle Qui va fermer toutes ces fen†tres Ce sont ces fen†tres autour de moi Ce sont ces fen†tres qui m'appellent, Qui m'appellent
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold I'm leaving the Roosevelt hotel Marigold, Marigold, Marigold I'm leaving the room we knew so well
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold Marigold, Marigold, Marigold Marigold, Marigold, Marigold Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
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Post by dimples on Jun 26, 2005 4:00:04 GMT -5
Tricky... YOU DON’T WANNA LYRICS...
You don’t wanna Ambersunshower : You want to estimate The distance that it takes To find a lover lover You want to rectify This mad look in my eyes Then find your other lover
I found out how to be perfect for you my dear While I was bumping around bumping around
You want to estimate The distance that it takes To find a lover lover Come on let’s rectify This mad look in my eye Come on yes let’s discover
You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you Fail
One day you’ll hold your head So dark and withered dead Wish you were here A simple task to feed Of unforgiven greed Wish you were here
I found out how to be perfect for you my dear While I was bumping around bumping around
You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you Fail
You want to rectify This mad look in my eye
I found out how to be perfect for you my dear While I was bumping around bumping around
One day you’ll hold your head So dark and withered dead Wish you were here A simple task to feed Of unforgiven greed Wish you were here
You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you Fail
You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you You don’t want to face me when you You don’t want to make me when you You don’t want to take me when you Fail
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Post by littleredrooster on Jun 26, 2005 4:05:44 GMT -5
Viva Calexico - (Jean Louis Murat)
Dans mon brouillard J'ai lu Arizona Dans mon brouillard J'ai lu Mais tu es qui, toi?
Calexico ...
Too tough to die J'ai lu Regarde-toi
Lu Profondément bête Tu méditeras
Je ne voyais plus dans la culbute Aimer Mais qui peut sans façon être sûr
En terre humaine Je suis d'Arizona L'âme et le cœur cher Al Tout à la fois
Je ne voyais plus dans la culbute Aimer Mais qui peut sans façon être sûr
Hey! Joey, John, Are you sure, les gars?... Oui je vois mieux qui je suis moi là
Avec Calexico ...
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Translation : Viva Calexico
In my fog I read Arizona In my fog I read But who are you, you ?
Calexico...
Too tough to die I read Look at yourself
Read Bitterly stupid You'll meditate
I could'nt see anymore in my tumble Love But, who can be sure without ceremony ?
As a human land I am from Arizona The soul and the heart, dear Al Everything at the same time
I could'nt see anymore in my tumble Love But, who can be sure without ceremony ?
Hey! Joey, John, Are you sure, guys?... Yeah, i can see better who i am, here
With Calexico...
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