Devils And Angels

I found out today that you went on a little trip
To somewhere you don't belong...
One of your friends made just a little slip
So I'm taking a little trip of my own

And I'm going to meet you...
I'm going to greet you...
At the back door as you're coming out...
Oh, I just know...

'Cause I used to have angels that used to watch over me
Love was not a stranger, but love ain't what it used to be
And I don't want these devils they're knocking at my door
No, I can't love you no more.

You might have thought that I would be a little bit lazy
I might not notice... I might not care
Oh, but now you're finding out, I'm a little bit crazy,
And you were the one, so unaware

And I'm going to meet you...
I'm going to greet you...
At the back door as you're coming out...
Oh, I just know...

'Cause I used to have angels that used to watch over me
Love was not a stranger, but love ain't what it used to be
And I don't want these devils they're knocking at my door
No, I can't love you no more.

Oh I'm going to walk on... keep my feet movin' on...

'Cause I used to have angels that used to watch over me
Love was not a stranger, but love ain't what it used to be
And I don't want these devils they're knocking at my door
No, I can't love you no more.

I'm going to let you go... yes, I'm going to let you go...
I won't take it ... I won't take it no more...
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Don't think you can come back here to change my mind...
Don't think you can come back here to take it all back...

posted by 123454321 at 7:30 AM

Plateau

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words

When you've finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it was fun

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words

Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was in Greenland and some say Mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could


posted by 123454321 at 3:27 PM

Extraordinary

You think that I go home at night
Take off my clothes, turn out the lights
But I burn letters that I write
To you, to make you love me

Yeah, I drive naked through the park
And run the stop sign in the dark
Stand in the street, yell out my heart
To make, to make you love me

I am extraordinary
If you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho

You may not believe in me
But I believe in you
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you

So dig a little deeper cause
You still don't get it yet
See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix
And I'll make, I'll make you love me

I am extraordinary
If you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho

See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do
Have you ever thought it's you that's boring
Who the hell are you

I am extraordinary
If you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho


posted by 123454321 at 7:14 AM

You're the greatest one I haven't ever met
A credit to the bearers of your name
And if I ever get to see your face
I'll never wish for anything again
posted by 123454321 at 9:02 PM

The notion that the world around us is continuously evolving is a platitude; we rarely grasp its full implications. We do not ordinarily think, for example, of an epidemic disease changing its character as the epidemic spreads. Nor do we think of evolution in plants and animals as occurring in a matter of days or weeks, though it does. And we do not ordinarily imagine the green world around us as a scene of constant, sophisticated chemical warfare, with plants producing pesticides in response to attack, and insects developing resistance. But that is what happens, too.

If we were to grasp the true nature of nature—if we could comprehend the real meaning of evolution—then we would envision a world in which every living plant, insect, and animal species is changing at every instant, in response to every other living plant, insect, and animal. Whole populations of organisms are rising and falling, shifting and changing. This restless and perpetual change, as inexorable and unstoppable as the waves and tides, implies a world in which all human actions necessarily have uncertain effects. The total system we call the biosphere is so complicated that we cannot know in advance the consequences of anything that we do. That is why even our most enlightened past efforts have had undesirable outcomes—either because we did not understand enough, or because the ever-changing world responded to our actions in unexpected ways. From this standpoint, the history of environmental protection is as discouraging as the history of environmental pollution. Anyone who is willing to argue, for example, that the industrial policy of clear-cutting forests is more damaging than the ecological policy of fire suppression ignores the fact that both policies have been carried out with utter conviction, and both have altered the virgin forest irrevocably. Both provide ample evidence of the obstinate egotism that is a hallmark of human interaction with the environment.
The fact that the biosphere responds unpredictably to our actions is not an argument for inaction. It is, however, a powerful argument for caution, and for adopting a tentative attitude toward all we believe, and all we do. Unfortunately, our species has demonstrated a striking lack of caution in the past. It is hard to imagine that we will behave differently in the future. We think we know what we are doing. We have always thought so. We never seem to acknowledge that we have been wrong in the past, and so might be wrong in the future. Instead, each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking by less able minds—and then confidently embarks on fresh errors of its own.

We are one of only three species on our planet that can claim to be self-aware, yet self-delusion may be a more significant characteristic of our kind.


posted by 123454321 at 8:06 PM

Promise

I'll meet you at the corner
Of You and I
And when the night is over
We will say goodbye

I'll leave it up to you
If we should meet again
And if and when we do,
Perhaps we'll just be friends

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow

Maybe this could last
A little longer than we'd planned
But when that feeling's passed,
Can we lay it in the sand

Will we be able to leave
To turn and walk away
I'll grant you a reprieve,
So I won't ask you to stay

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow

I won't sign up for a lifetime
When I have nothing to give
I can't throw you a lifeline
If I'm struggling to live

And if we think we're ready,
We can take that next step
Hold on and stay steady,
And I know we won't trip

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow

I can tell you I love you
But you know they're just words
I could give you a necklace
But you know they're just pearls

When I love you, I'll show it
In everything that I do
When you love me, I'll know it
Cause I'll see it in you

I can give you today,
But I won't promise tomorrow
I'll cause you no pain
If you will cause me no sorrow

I'll love you tonight
But I can't promise tomorrow
I might walk on out,
Please say you won't follow...

-John Carter
posted by 123454321 at 8:04 PM

John is the only person who has actually "seen" the future of the world. He claims it appeared to him one night in a forest, and it's "difficult to explain", but he knows it when he sees it. He also came back with some "commandments" from God carved on a flat rock. (On an unrelated note, John has excellent penmanship, based upon the fact that it is almost identical to God's!) John is my role model. It is my dream to be more like him. Sometimes I follow him around and buy the same clothes as him. Once in a while I rummage through his trash.
I once observed John walking across a lake to heal an injured swan.
He is Love.
posted by 123454321 at 8:04 PM

Forget gay marriages, when are we going to legalize robot marriages? The vacuum and the toaster have been living in sin for years... but they've got nothing on the computer and the printer...
posted by 123454321 at 8:04 PM

Maybe Not -By John Carter

Helplessly watching a new mother's tears
While daddy is gone, buying everyone beers
Responsible parents are not to be found
Ozzie and Harriet just aren't around

And children are doomed to live with regret
When they find that their lives can't just be 'reset'
Reality isn't as hard as it seems
But you're happier living your life in your dreams

When the money is spent and the wars are all waged,
We've gained nothing, lost nothing, but certainly aged
So maybe we're pointless, no time for impact
But in the meantime, let's try to keep life intact

The killing, destruction, the worst in mankind
Maybe it's all a future civilization will find
In the burned-out hole in space
Where the Earth once spun in place

But then again, maybe not.

posted by 123454321 at 8:02 PM

I believe that everyone thinks they can write. This is not true. It is true, however, that everyone can direct. I believe that the laws of karma do not apply to the real world, where good things happen to bad people on a fairly regular basis. I believe that what doesn't kill us makes us bitter. I believe that the obsessive worship of movie, TV and sports figures is less likely to produce spiritual gain than praying to Thor. I believe that Larry was a vastly underrated Stooge, without whom Moe and Curly could not conform to the comedy law of three. I believe my parents are secretly proud of me. I believe that if you can't find anything nice to say about people whom you've helped to make wildly successful and then they stabbed you in the back, then don't say anything at all. I believe I have a great dog, maybe the greatest dog in the whole wide world, yes, he is! I believe that the guy who invented those speed bumps in the freeway that snap you back into consciousness when you're drifting into a nearby semi should be given a big hug. I believe that there are actually several cures for the summertime blues. I believe I've spent my life expecting people to behave in a certain way. I believe that when they didn't behave according to my expectations, I became angry, sad, confused and occasionally fearful. I believe these expectations are the reason I've been angry, sad, confused and occasionally fearful more than I care to admit. As a result, I now believe my expectations are the real problem. I believe that everyone has this very same problem, and they ought to start acting accordingly. I believe that El Nino is an international conspiracy perpetrated by evil roofing contractors. I believe it's high time The Beatles came clean on that whole "Paul is dead" thing. I believe that anyone who can read and speak clearly can be a network news anchorperson -- but not necessarily a weatherman. I believe that if I rid myself of insatiable cravings, lusts, paranoia, deep-seated anger and ill-will towards others, I'll be a much better person. I believe that TV is the cause of all the violence and immorality in our society -- ha! just kidding. I believe there's no business like show business, although if you're over-paid for feeding a big, scary monster, then that might be sort of like it. I believe I'm growing skeptical of cynicism. I believe that sex with multiple partners in a moving vehicle isn't all it's cracked up to be.I believe we are better than the animals because we're capable of reading in the bathroom. I believe that JFK had a much better understanding of the word, "Perks." I believe that words have power. Sticks and stones may hurt our bones, but bones heal in a relatively short time, while one critical parent can cripple you forever. With that in mind, let's try a little experiment. As you read the following words notice whether you feel the impulse to smile. Did it work? Did you smile immediately upon reading that? If not, that's okay. Don't get down on yourself. Remember, this is just an experiment. We can try it again. This time feel your lips curl up gently at the corners. You try to fight it, but your mouth seems to have taken on a life of its own. As you continue reading you can't help but notice that you are now smiling like the execs at Paramount after they realized they got a piece of Titanic for chump change. See? The power of words. In this case used for good. If you would like an example of words used for evil, call your mother and tell her you're really starting to make progress in therapy.

posted by 123454321 at 8:00 PM

As he stared across the table at Ruth, Jim realized she was no longer the woman he'd married. The youthful exuberance that he fell in love with had long since drained from her face, and was now a dull glow at best, as if the flames of their passion had reduced to an ember of late. Jim realized at that moment how beautiful Ruth's sister was by comparison. Though only five years Ruth's junior, Sally still radiated that indescribable quality that only the inexperienced possess and the elderly lament; that beauty from within like an unpicked flower. But Sally wasn't like him, she didn't have those thoughts, or at least she didn't show it. Whenever he thought of her, Jim was certain he must be turning red or otherwise showing his shame to the world. He was certainly no actor. But then, how could he eat Ruth's potato salad with a straight face? Surely he had some qualities borne only to a future husband which allowed him to lie convincingly when it would benefit his wife, yet feel crippling shame when he thought of his own desires. How could he remain here, in this house, with this woman he hardly knew anymore? Was there nothing out there for him? Would he ever know love again? At his age, the odds were slim to none that he would ever find real love again. Better to just shut up and eat the potato salad.
-A product of boredom at work, By John Carter
posted by 123454321 at 2:00 PM

Someone once said, "Experience as a Teacher is like using a Bottle to Drive a Nail". Actually, I heard that about 2 weeks ago and it was me that said it.
I say lots of stuff. Sometimes I even order carryout.
But like the delivery-boy that brings that order from the Chinese restaurant, America was looking right at me, nodding, grinning agreeably to everything I said, and only then, during an abnormal pause, mentioning that they have no idea what I'm saying. I swear most of these guys don't even speak Chinese.
You can explain something to your dog and get a more puzzled look than you will from a human that doesn't speak English. At least the dog furrows his brow and cocks his head. The delivery guy just gives you the wrong change.
George W. Bush is something like this, at least in the short-changing department.
Also I've noticed that George W. Bush if asked a direct question will respond to a completely different question that was never asked, simply echoing whatever his Republican cohorts told him to say.
“George, Did you bring soy sauce?” He replies, “Ten dollars ninety cents thank you”.
Journalist: “President Bush isn't it true that in just the first 100 days you've been in office, you've broken every campaign promise you've made, and are taking every opportunity to increase corporate profits at any expense to the American Middle Class people and with no regard for the future of America or even the Environment?”
Bush: “Every American deserves a tax cut, the rich will get a bigger tax cut sure, but that's because they have more influence than the average voter, it's the right thing to do.”
Then he runs into the kitchen and stir fries a cat. Old habits die hard.
I'm not Democratic, Republican, or even Liberal for that matter, but often, the truth can't get a word in edgewise because the ignorant won't shut-up long enough. A strategy perfected by placing their hands over their ears and yelling “La, La, La, La, La, I can't hear you!” George W. was famous for this when drunk driving since he didn't need his hands on the wheel.
The Democratic party itself isn't even full of Liberals (hence the creation of the Green party). The Democratic party is composed of Working Middle-class Americans, generally those that make under $230,000.00 per year.
Sure, if you're an informed “Liberal” you're also not going to vote Republican, but it doesn't follow that “therefore the Democrats are Liberal” any more than it follows that all Republicans are complete selfish greed-driven sell-outs of the public good in the name of making higher profits no matter what the cost to their very own country.
Perhaps that's a bad example.
It surprises me how many people don't give thought beyond the psychological advertising and Limbaugh rhetoric.

Perhaps these citizens don't realize this is the case because they're “not into” politics and no one ever made the following straight-forward plain and simple statement of fact to them.
Well here it is, not that it's going to help you now:
The Republican Party stands for extreme Corporate profits above ALL else...

Above quality of living especially.

Your quality of living if you're part of Middle America.
So expect your cost of living to increase. Expect Privatization of Energy and Utility companies to enhance and make corruption commonplace. Expect elevated pollution of your land, your air, your education, your freedom to choose...sorry, but that's the Republican way. Sure you'll suffer, that's just the cost of doing business with the Fat Cats...they saw you coming a mile away. The Republicans were prepared, you...Americans, were not.
posted by 123454321 at 1:21 PM

You Wanted More

Love is tragic
Love is bold
You will always do what you are told

Love is hard
Love is strong
You will never say that you were wrong

I dont know when I got bitter
Love is surely better when it's gone
Because you wanted more
More than I could give
More than I could handle
And a life that I can't live

You wanted more
More than I could bear
More than I could offer
And a love that isn't there

Love is color
Love is life
Love is never saying you're too proud

Love is trusting
Love is honest
Love is not a hand that holds you down

I dont know when I got bitter
Love is surely better when it's gone
Because you wanted more
More than I could handle
And a life that I can't live

You wanted more
More than I could bear
More than I could offer
And a love that isn't there

I gotta pick me up when I am down
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
I gotta pick me up when I am down

I don't know when I got bitter
Love is surely better when it's gone
Because you wanted more
More than I could handle
And a life that I can't live

You wanted more
More than I could bear
More than I could offer
And love that isn't there

You wanted more
More than I could bear
More than I could offer

Because you wanted more
More than I could give
More than I could handle
And a life that I can't live

-Tonic
posted by 123454321 at 12:51 PM

I have abandoned all forms and sects of the practicing Christian Church. I have seen thousands of priests and bishops and even the Pope himself transmogrified in front of our eyes into a worldwide network of thieves, perverts and sodomites who relentlessly penetrate children of all genders and call it holy penance for being born guilty in the eyes of the Church. I have seen the Jews run amok in Palestine like bloodthirsty beasts with no shame, and six million brainless Baptists demanding the death penalty without any trial at all for pagans and foreigners and people like me who won't pray with them in those filthy little shacks they call churches. They are like a swarm of rats fleeing a swoop fire, and I want no part of them. Indeed, I have my own faith and my own Gods to worship, and I have been doing it with a certain amount of distinction for ten thousand years, like some fine atomic clock with everlasting batteries.

posted by 123454321 at 11:33 AM

I've been told that we're only as sick as our secrets. I like the sound of that. It would make a particularly good bumper sticker. With that in mind I'd like to engage in a little self-therapy and reveal one of my deepest, darkest secrets. There've been times when the mere thought of this secret has nearly overwhelmed me with self-loathing. And yet, there've been other times when I actually took a perverse pride in it. So what is this personal bit of esoterica? I've got your attention now, don't I? You probably even skipped ahead to see if this is really juicy. Well, skip no further. My secret is this: I'm not that smart. Yup, there it is, dug up and thrown into the sunlight. Since I was a little kid I've known that (like it or not) there were an awful lot of people who had a lot more on the ball than I did. Oh, believe me, I've tried to suppress this awareness. I've tried to convince myself that I was special, that I was gifted. But I eventually learned that this secret could be my greatest asset. I learned that with enough bright friends even a dim bulb can light up a room. I like the sound of that. With enough bright friends even a dim bulb can light up a room. Someone ought to print that on a bumper sticker and slap it on Air Force One.
posted by 123454321 at 8:48 AM

When it comes to bullshit, big-time, major league bullshit, you have to stand in awe of the all-time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims, religion. No contest.

Religion.

Religion easily has the greatest bullshit story ever told. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time!

But He loves you.

He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can't handle money! Religion takes in billions of dollars, they pay no taxes, and they always need a little more. Now, you talk about a good bullshit story:

Holy Shit!

But I want you to know something, this is sincere, I want you to know, when it comes to believing in God, I really tried. I really, really tried. I tried to believe that there is a God, who created each of us in His own image and likeness, loves us very much, and keeps a close eye on things. I really tried to believe that, but I gotta tell you, the longer you live, the more you look around, the more you realize:

Something is fucked up!

Something is wrong here. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, torture, crime, corruption, and the Ice Capades. Something is definitely wrong. This is not good work. If this is the best God can do, I am not impressed. Results like these do not belong on the résumé of a Supreme Being. This is the kind of shit you'd expect from an office temp with a bad attitude. And just between you and me, in any decently-run universe, this guy would've been out on his all-powerful ass a long time ago. And by the way, I say "this guy", because I firmly believe, looking at these results, that:

If there is a God, it has to be a man.

No woman could or would ever fuck things up like this. So, if there is a God, I think most reasonable people might agree that he's at least incompetent, and maybe, just maybe, doesn't give a shit. Doesn't give a shit, which I admire in a person, and:

Which would explain a lot of these bad results.

So rather than be just another mindless religious robot, mindlessly and aimlessly and blindly believing that all of this is in the hands of some spooky incompetent father figure who doesn't give a shit, I decided to look around for something else to worship.

Something I could really count on.

And immediately, I thought of the sun. Happened like that. Overnight, I became a sun-worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can't see the sun at night. But first thing the next morning, I became a sun-worshipper. Several reasons. First of all, I can see the sun, okay? Unlike some other gods I could mention, I can actually see the sun. I'm big on that. If I can see something, I don't know, it kind of helps the credibility along, you know? So everyday I can see the sun, as it gives me everything I need; heat, light, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake, an occasional skin cancer, but hey. At least there are no crucifixions, and we're not setting people on fire simply because they don't agree with us.

Sun worship is fairly simple. There's no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don't have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing. And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I'm unworthy. Doesn't tell me I'm a bad person who needs to be saved. Hasn't said an unkind word. Treats me fine. So, I worship the sun. But, I don't pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn't presume on our friendship.

It's not polite.

I've often thought people treat God rather rudely, don't you? Asking trillions and trillions of prayers every day. Asking and pleading and begging for favors. Do this, gimme that, I need a new car, I want a better job. And most of this praying takes place on Sunday; His day off. It's not nice. And:

It's no way to treat a friend.

But people do pray, and they pray for a lot of different things, you know, your sister needs an operation on her crotch, your brother was arrested for defecating in a mall. But most of all, you'd really like to fuck that hot little redhead down at the convenience store. You know, the one with the eyepatch and the clubfoot? Can you pray for that? I think you'd have to. And I say, fine. Pray for anything you want. Pray for anything, but:

What about the Divine Plan?

Remember that? The Divine Plan. Long time ago, God made a Divine Plan. Gave it a lot of thought, decided it was a good plan, put it into practice. And for billions and billions of years, the Divine Plan has been doing just fine. Now, you come along, and pray for something. Well suppose the thing you want isn't in God's Divine Plan? What do you want Him to do? Change His plan? Just for you? Doesn't it seem a little arrogant? It's a Divine Plan!

What's the use of being God if every run-down shmuck with a two-dollar prayerbook can come along and fuck up Your Plan?

And here's something else, another problem you might have: Suppose your prayers aren't answered. What do you say? "Well, it's God's will." "Thy Will Be Done." Fine, but if it's God's will, and He's going to do what He wants to anyway, why the fuck bother praying in the first place? Seems like a big waste of time to me! Couldn't you just skip the praying part and go right to His Will?

It's all very confusing.

So to get around a lot of this, I decided to worship the sun. But, as I said, I don't pray to the sun. You know who I pray to? Joe Pesci. Two reasons: First of all, I think he's a good actor, okay? To me, that counts. Second, he looks like a guy who can get things done. Joe Pesci doesn't fuck around. In fact, Joe Pesci came through on a couple of things that God was having trouble with.

For years I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog, Joe Pesci straightened that cocksucker out with one visit.

It's amazing what you can accomplish with a simple baseball bat.

So I've been praying to Joe for about a year now. And I noticed something. I noticed that all the prayers I used to offer to God, and all the prayers I now offer to Joe Pesci, are being answered at about the same 50% rate. Half the time I get what I want, half the time I don't. Same as God, 50-50. Same as the four-leaf clover and the horseshoe, the wishing well and the rabbit's foot, same as the Mojo Man, same as the Voodoo Lady who tells you your fortune by squeezing the goat's testicles, it's all the same: 50-50. So just pick your superstition, sit back, make a wish, and:

Enjoy yourself.

posted by 123454321 at 9:25 PM

Fallen Horses

A long summer's day
Stretchin' out the cold
Searching for the answers
And some say I'm not alone

Could you tell me
Where I might find
Fallen horses
Their spirits, they fly

Blinded by the whiteness
Staring at the sun
I'm wishing that I had wings
So that I could become one

Would you help me
If I wanted to die?
I could ride off
On fallen horses tonight

Now that I've arrived here
I know I'm not alone
All my friends around me
Tell me, "Welcome home"

But could you tell me
Where I might find
The one I'm looking for
Her Wings have arrived

posted by 123454321 at 8:51 PM

The first time is for love, the next time is $200.
posted by 123454321 at 8:50 PM

Miracle. The dictionary defines it as "an event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God." When I reflect on the people and events that led me to this moment in time, this "place" in my life, I am forced to conclude that a miracle -- no, a series of miracles -- has occurred. How else can a devastating car accident turn out to be, in the long run, a blessing? But then my inner critic says, "Are you so self-obsessed as to believe that the hand of God moves through your puny life?" Well, if I postulate an infinite God, the answer is, why not? The dictionary definition of infinite is "having no boundaries or limits." With that in mind it seems self-obsessed to think that the influence of something infinite wouldn't extend to me, or anyone else for that matter. Of course, I could also postulate that we're all chemical accidents in a dead and meaningless universe. It just doesn't make a very interesting blog.
posted by 123454321 at 8:50 PM

The concept of prayer, as I've always understood it, was that one beseeched God for what one wanted. Make me rich, famous, sexy, happy, married, single, whatever -- just improve upon the status quo. In my humble opinion, this is a waste of time. That's not to say that I think prayer is a waste of time. In fact, I now believe that prayer is essential to a happy life -- just not the kind of prayer that asks for stuff. What I now believe is that the true purpose of prayer is for us to get our actions and thoughts into alignment with the universe as it really is, as opposed to how we wish it to be. If we assume an omnipotent God, then God is everything. In other words, God is the universe as it really is. With that in mind, I've been praying a lot lately so that I might properly align myself. The two messages I've received thus far are: "be kind and loving" and "have fun while it lasts". While I find that comforting, it troubles me that the two ideas seem incompatible. Maybe I've been paying too much attention.
posted by 123454321 at 8:48 PM

It would be easy to say that we owe all this to the Bush family from Texas, but that would be too simplistic. They are only the errand boys for the vengeful, bloodthirsty cartel of raving Jesus-freaks and super-rich money mongers who have ruled this country for the last 20 years, and arguably for the past 200. They take orders well, and don't ask too many questions. The real power in America is held by a fast-emerging new Oligarchy of pimps and preachers who see no need for Democracy or fairness or even trees, except maybe the ones in their own yards, and they don't mind admitting it. They worship money and power and death. Their ideal solution to all this nation's problems would be another 100 year war. Coming of age in a fascist police state will not be a barrel of fun for anybody, much less for people like me, who are not inclined to suffer Nazis gladly and feel only contempt for the cowardly flag-suckers who would gladly give up their outdated freedom to live for the mess of shit they have been conned into believing will be freedom from fear.

posted by 123454321 at 10:33 AM

Ignorance By John Carter

Despite all our battles
We're losing the fight
Jumping at shadows
And hiding from light
We're living in darkness
And living in shame
Swimming with sharks
And we're passing the blame
From father to son
And those inbetween
Thinking we've won
But unable to see
Forsaking the virgin
To save the unworthy
Forever we're searching
For someone more dirty
To stand by, and feel better
About being ourselves
We all know better
But ignorance sells.
posted by 123454321 at 10:32 AM

Feeling A Little Down By John Carter

That which does not kill us
Often makes us wish it had
The emptiness we're left with
In our souls will make us sad

A deep, dark hole
The place we call depression
The place where we all judge ourselves
This court is now in session

We judge, we rule, we execute
And try though we might
Depression still sweeps over
As we lie alone at night

Thinking no-one loves us
Thinking no-one cares
Thinking no-one listens
To our desperate, earnest prayers

Begging for forgiveness
For the things we haven't done
Crimes gone uncommitted
All except for one

The crime of persecution
Of our minds and of ourselves
Questioning our motives
And building our own Hell.
posted by 123454321 at 10:31 AM

Why By John Carter

What makes it so easy
To cast me aside
And kick yet another
Big dent in my pride

Is it simply because
I'm a thorn in your side?
Or am I something
You had to hide?

I hope you know
I always tried
To mask the biting
Pain inside

From every single
Time you lied
And now I'm left
Alone to decide

To sink or swim,
Or drift on by
Floating aimlessly
On a river of, 'Why?'
posted by 123454321 at 10:29 AM

With You By John Carter

The way your father looked at me
I thought that I could die
And the way my mother looked at you
I thought that I could cry

I thought that it was over
And I thought that we were through
But time went by and I found
All I thought about was you

I wanna be with you
That's all I ever knew
I wanna be inside your mind
The way you're inside mine

I wanna kiss your lips
And catch you if you slip
If nothing else is true,
I wanna be with you

The way you act around your friends
And the way they stare at me
Convey a thought so strong
That even blind men can see

We are so very much the same
In the things we say and do
But we're still very different
And that's why I love you

I wanna be with you
That's all I ever knew
I wanna be inside your mind
The way you're inside mine

I wanna kiss your lips
And catch you if you slip
If nothing else is true,
I wanna be with you...
posted by 123454321 at 10:27 AM

Idol By John Carter

So much to do
So many things to see
This time next year
Who knows where I'll be

Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Feet down on the floor
Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Through the open door

Gotta find love,
Gotta find faith,
Gotta find out what happened
To that thirty inch waist

Gotta find me an idol,
Maybe it's you
Or maybe it's someone
I can't see right through

So many new people
So many new things
Each one of them shining
Like a new diamond ring

Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Feet down on the floor
Gotta get up, get out, get moving
Through the open door

Gotta find love,
Gotta find faith,
Gotta find out what happened
To that thirty inch waist

Gotta find me an idol,
Maybe it's you
Or maybe it's someone
I can't see right through
posted by 123454321 at 10:27 AM

Maybe I'm Wrong

I wanna show you that anything is possible
I wanna show you that your wildest dreams can come true
And I swear some day I'm gonna figure out how to just that
But until then, I guess trying is all I can do

Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about
I said maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right


No, it's none of my business but I think I can make you happy
But it really doesn't matter if it's me or it's someone else
All that I know is that I think that you're kinda special
And one way or another gonna see that I can treat you well


Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about
I said maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right


You seem to think that Lady Luck just doesn't like you
Well, I've been trying to believe that the Lady just ain't that dumb
Oh, just give her time to get here
And I'm sure that when she gets here
She'll be really glad to be here when she comes


Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about
I said maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right
posted by 123454321 at 12:24 PM

Tribute

A long time ago...me and my brother Kyle here,
We were hitchhiking down a long and lonesome road.

All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon,
in the middle of the road.

And he said, "Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul."

Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other, and we each said...
"Okay."

And we played the first thing that came to our heads
Just so happened to be, the best song in the world.
It was the best song in the world.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, and it saved our butts, because the demon want to kill us.
Oh.

But he was forced to set us free, by the honor code that demons...
Have to live by.

Cause it's Satan's Surprise and it's magic!
And it's a mystical disguise...
It's the devil's song and it's tragic!
You are the mystical-eyed virgin and you're rocking!

Well needless to say, the beast was stunned.
Whip crack, went the swampy tail, and the beast was done.

He asked us, "Be you angels?"
And we said "Nay! We are but men, rock!"

This is not the greatest song in the world, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember the greatest song in the world, no.
No! This is a tribute, oh!

To the greatest song in the world, alright!
To the greatest song in the world, alright!
It is just the best motherfuckin' song, the greatest song in the world.

Oh mama, Lucifer.

And the peculiar thing is this, my friends:
The song we played on that fatefull night,
didn't actually sound anything like this song!

This is just a tribute.
You've gotta believe me.
And I wish you were there.
Just a matter of opinion.
Ah! Fuck!
Good god! And God lovin!
There's no surprise to find you can't stop him!
Rich motherfucker...

-Tenacious D
posted by 123454321 at 8:05 PM

If I were a rich man
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Deedle daidle deedle daidle man

I'd build a big tall house
With rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There could be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading
Nowhere just for show

I'd fill my yard with chicks
And turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud quack and cluck
And gobble and honk
Will land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say here lives a wealthy man

If I were a rich man
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Deedle daidle deedle daidle man

I see my wife, my Golde,
Looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double chin;
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
I see her putting on airs
And strutting like a peacock
Oy! What a happy mood she's in
Screaming at the servants day and night

If I were rich I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall
And I'd discuss the holy books
With the learned men
Seven hours hour every day
That could be the sweetest thing of all

The most important men in town
Will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them
Like a Solomon the wise
"If you please Reb Tevye,
Pardon me Reb Tevye"
Posing problems that would cross
The rabbi's eyes

And it won't make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich,
They think you really know

If I were a rich man
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedel daidle deedle daidle dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum

If I were a rich man
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
Lord who made the lion and the lamb
You decreed I should be what I am
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
If I were a wealthy man?

posted by 123454321 at 4:44 PM

Alone

I said "I love you"
She began to cry
She said she needed a friend
I said "I'll try"
Soon we'd say nothing
Somehow I never wondered why

I'd loved her always
She didn't know
I tried patience
Let a friendship grow
I tried to keep her
That's what made her go

Beauty and the beast
Was how it seemed to be
A love like hers
Ain't meant for guys like me
Some call me crazy
Some politely call me free
But either way you see

I'm trying to forget you but it just won't work
Think I'm losing my mind, think I'm going berserk
I love you with a passion that you just don't know
And I kinda wish right now that I was telling you so
I could rant, or rave, or play some little game
But when I look into your eyes, it all seems the same
That you weren't meant for me and that's a sad but true fact
Now I don't care how I look and don't care how I act
Cuz you set me free, I'm a man among men
But when I think of what I missed it starts all again

But I know I'd give my life
Just to hold her now
And who knows
I might see her around
Hopes can always go up
Tears can only come down

posted by 123454321 at 1:26 PM

Just Wait

If ever you are feeling like you're tired
And all your uphill struggles leave you headed downhill
If you realize your wildest dreams can hurt you
And your appetite for pain has eaten its fill

I ask of you a very simple question
Did you think for one minute that you are alone?
And is your suffering a privilege you share only
Or did you think that everybody else feels completely at home?

Just wait
And it will come

If you think I've given up on you you're crazy
And if you think I don't love you well then you're just wrong
In time you just might take to feeling better
Time is the beauty of the road being long

I know that now you feel no consolation
But maybe if I told you and informed you out loud
I say this without fear of hesitation
I can honestly tell you that you make me proud

Just wait
And it will come
Just wait
And it will come

If anything I might have just said has helped you
If anything I might have said helped you carry on
Your rise uphill may no longer seem a struggle
And your appetite for pain may be all but gone

I hope for you and cannot stop at hoping
Until that smile has once again returned to your face
There's no such thing as a failure who keeps trying
Coasting to the bottom is the only disgrace

-Blues Traveler

posted by 123454321 at 1:14 PM

Hands Down

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep
This air is blessed, you share with me
This night is wild, so calm and dull
These hearts they race from self-control
Your legs are smooth as they graze mine
We're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me, so I die happy
My heart is yours, to fill or burst
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer

The words are hushed, let's not get busted,
Just lay entwined here undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions..
hey did you get some?
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close
they can't hear, so we can get some.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me, so I die happy
My heart is yours, to fill or burst
To break or bury, or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer

Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
The dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair
That you twirled in your fingers
And the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
And this walk that we shared together
The streets were wet and the gate was locked
So I jumped it, and let you in
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
And you kissed me like you meant it
And I knew that you meant it
That you meant it, that you meant it
And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it.

posted by 123454321 at 9:07 AM

Cold Hard Bitch

Gotta leave town
Got another appointment
Spent all my rent
Girl you know I enjoyed it

Ain’t gonna hang around till there’s nobody dancing
I don’t wanna hold hands and talk about our little plans, alright!

Cold hard bitch
Just a kiss on the lips
And I was on my knees
I’m waiting, give me
Cold hard bitch
She was shakin’ her hips
That’s all that I need

Gonna check her out
She’s my latest attraction
Gonna hang ‘round
Wanna get a reaction

Gonna take her home ‘cos she’s over romancing
Don’t wanna hold hands and talk about her plans alright!

Cold hard bitch
Just a kiss on the lips
And I was on my knees
I’m waiting give me
Cold hard bitch
She was shakin’ her hips
And I that was all that I need
I’m waiting give me
Cold hard bitch
Just a kiss on the lips
And I was on my knees

Yeah I’m waiting

Cold hard bitch
Just a kiss on the lips
And I was on my knees
I’m waiting give me
Cold hard bitch
She was shakin’ her hips
And I was all that I need
I’m waiting give me
Cold hard bitch
Just a kiss on the lips
And I was on my knees
I’m waiting give me

-Jet
posted by 123454321 at 9:03 AM

"Americans have different ways of saying things. They say "elevator", we say "lift" ... they say "President", we say "stupid psychopathic git." -Alexai Sayle.

"It's better to be black than gay because when you're black you don't have to tell your mother." -Charles Pierce.

"I believe that sex is a beautiful thing between two people. Between five, it's fantastic." -Woody Allen

"My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad; but New York City?" -Henry Youngman

"Cocaine is God's way of saying you're making too much money." -Robin Williams
posted by 123454321 at 8:00 PM

Factoid of the day:

There is a peculiar lamp which turns itself on for one hour, then turns itself off for half an hour, then on again for 1/4 hour, off again for 1/8 hour, on for 1/16 hour, and so on until the time is exactly two hours since it began. English philosopher James Thompson owns this lamp; no one, not even himself, knows whether the lamp is on or off after 2 hours.
posted by 123454321 at 8:30 AM

Ocean Avenue

There's a place off Ocean Avenue
Where I used to sit and talk with you
We were both 16
And it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all night
Staying up all night

There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street
We would walk on the beach in our bare feet
We were both 18
And it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all night
Staying up all night

If I could find you now
Things would get better
We would leave this town
And run forever
Let your waves crash down on me
And take me away, yea

Theres a piece of you that's here with me
Its everywhere I go
It's everything I see
When I sleep
I dream and it gets me by
I can make believe that you're here tonight
That you're here tonight

If I could find you now
Things would get better
We would leave this town
And run forever
I know some where, some how
We'll be together
Let your waves crash down on me
And take me away, yea

I remember that look in your eyes
When I told you this was good bye
You were begging me not tonight
Not here
Not now

When looking up at the same night sky
And keep pretending the sun will not rise
We'll be together for one more night
Some where
Some how

If I could find you now
Things would get better
We would leave this town
And run forever
I know some where, some how
We'll be together
Let your waves crash down on me
And take me away, yea

-Yellowcard

posted by 123454321 at 7:54 AM

I'm not a perfect person
As many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

-Hoobastank
posted by 123454321 at 11:41 AM

Lovely Day

Shake it up and throw it
Roll it up and smoke it
No one knows what it's worth or
Where it's going

Tired moneymakers
Boring conversators, keep it up
We all know where you blow it

And now I live in a world
That I call my own
It's always nice
When no one's home
Give it a time and place
If you don't ask what what it's for

It's another world
But it's something more than ordinary
Such a lovely day
And it's nothing more than ordinary living
That you're living

Waking up and rollin'
Loaded up and flowing
Creeping out, we all know
Where you're going

Trying to ignore it
What you're looking for and no one knows
What its worth, where it's going

And now I live in a world
That I call my own
It's always nice
When no one's home
Give it a time and a place
If you don't ask what it's for

It's another world
But it's something more than ordinary
Such a lovely day
And it's nothing more than ordinary living
That you're living
posted by 123454321 at 7:53 AM

No Big Thing

If you just want to be my friend
Why do you keep calling then?
It's better that I never see you
Will I ever see you again?

It's alright;
My heart isn't broken
It's alright;
I'm feeling no pain
It's alright;
I'm not going crazy
It's alright;
It's no big thing

If you just want to be my friend
Why do you keep calling me then?
It's better that I never see you
Will I ever see you again?

It's alright;
My car isn't broken
It's alright;
I'm feeling no pain
It's alright;
I'm not going crazy
It's alright;
It's no big thing
posted by 123454321 at 7:38 AM

posted by 123454321 at 12:51 PM

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I adopted a cute lil' emo fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
posted by 123454321 at 8:43 AM

My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?
posted by 123454321 at 7:43 AM

Once a peaceful man laid his old head down by a river,
Thought about his childhood life, his father and forgiver,
Who couldn't hide away, hide away.

He controlled the horses with a handclap or a whisper,
Drink he couldn't combat but in all he was no sinner,
Couldn't hide away, hide away.

He told all his sons of all the antics of a venture,
Then he told another one who drove himself to drink
Not to hide away, hide away.

Better men have realized alone is not a venture,
A peaceful man would realize alone is no adventure,
Just to hide away, hide away.

He told all his sons of all the antics of adventure,
Then he told another one who drove himself to drink
Not to hide away, hide away.




posted by 123454321 at 11:12 AM

Justice to the left of you
Justice to the right
Speak when you are spoken to
Don't pretend you're right
This life's not for living
It's for fighting and for war
No matter what the truth is
Hold on to what is yours


Jigsaw puzzle traitors
Set to spill the beans
Constitution screw up
Shattering the dreams
Blood flows in the desert
Dark citadels burning too
Watch! Look over your shoulder
This one is strictly for you


Hold on - Hold on
Wait maybe the answer's
Looking for you


Hold on - Hold on
Wait! Take your time
Think it through
Yes! I can make it through


Hold on - Hold on
Sunshine shine on through
Hold on - Hold on
Sunshine shine on you


See it through


Talk the simple smile
Such platonic eye
How they drown in incomplete capacity
Strangest of them all
When the feeling calls
How we drown in stylistic audacity
Charge the common ground
Round and round and round
We living in gravity


Shake - We shake so hard
How we laugh so loud
When we reach
We believe in eternity


I believe in eternity

Hold on - Hold on
Wait - Take your time
See it through
Hold on - Hold on
Wait - Maybe a chance
Is looking for you

-Yes


posted by 123454321 at 10:51 AM

Question

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?

'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.

And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life,
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.

Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must chose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life,
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to,
The land that I once knew,
To learn as we grow old,
The secrets of our soul.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me,
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for.

-The Moody Blues

posted by 123454321 at 1:52 PM

I know you're out there somewhere

I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere, somewhere
I know I'll find you somehow
And somehow I'll return again to you.
The mist is lifting slowly,
I can see the way ahead
And I've left behind the empty streets
That once inspired my life
And the strength of the emotion
Is like thunder in the air
'Cos the promise that we made each other
Haunts me to the end.

I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere, somewhere
I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere you can hear my voice.
I know I'll find you somehow,
Somehow, somehow.
I know I'll find you somehow
And somehow I'll return again to you.

The secret of your beauty
And the mystery of your soul
I've been searching for in everyone I meet
And the times I've been mistaken
It's impossible to say
And the grass is growing
Underneath our feet.

I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere, somewhere
I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere you can hear my voice.
I know I'll find you somehow,
Somehow, somehow.
I know I'll find you somehow
And somehow I'll return again to you.

The words that I remember
From my childhood still are true
That there's none so blind
As those who will not see
And to those who lack the courage
And say it's dangerous to try
Well they just don't know
That love eternal will not be denied.

I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere, somewhere
I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere you can hear my voice.
I know I'll find you somehow,
Somehow, somehow.
I know I'll find you somehow
And somehow I'll return again to you.

Yes, I know it's going to happen,
I can feel you getting near
And soon we'll be returning
To the fountain of our youth
And, if you wake up wondering
In the darkness, I'll be there.
My arms will close around you
And protect you with the truth.

I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere, somewhere
I know you're out there somewhere,
Somewhere you can hear my voice.
I know I'll find you somehow,
Somehow, somehow.
I know I'll find you somehow
And somehow I'll return again to you.

-The Moody Blues
posted by 123454321 at 2:34 PM

Since it began I got one dream and really it's my only blessing:
If I can come through then so can you and you will find there's no regretting.
Things that you want from your life's font will never let your spirit roam,
Come back to Earth for what it's worth you've been dreaming of a ceiling not a home.
posted by 123454321 at 1:30 PM

Lovely to know the warmth
Your smile can bring to me.
I want to tell you,
But the words you do not know.

Sing me a lullaby
Of songs you cannot write
And I will listen, for there's beauty
Where there's love.

And in the morning of my life,
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say.

Rivers of endless tides
Have passed beneath my feet
And all too soon they had me
Standing on my own.

Then, when my eyes were closed,
You opened them for me
And now we journey through our lives
To what will be.

And in the morning of my life,
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand
In what you say

Through all that life can give to you
Only true love will see you through
And I'll stand beside you now
In what you say.

And in the morning of my life,
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand
In what you say

Take me into your world,
Alone I cannot go
For I've been here so long.
You're leaving me behind.
Walk with me now
Into your land of fairy tales
And open up that book of pages in my mind

posted by 123454321 at 1:27 PM

The Story In Your Eyes

I've been thinking about our fortune
And I've decided that we're really not to blame
For the love that's deep inside us now
Is still the same.

And the sound we make together
Is the music to the story in your eyes
It's been shining down upon me now
I realize.

Listen to the tide slowly turning,
Wash all our heartaches away.
We're part of the fire that is burning
And from the ashes we can build another day

But I'm frightened for our children
And the life that we are living is in vain
And the sunshine we've been waiting for
Will turn to rain.

When the final line is over
And it's certain that the curtain's gonna fall
I can hide inside your sweet innocent love
For evermore

Listen to the tide slowly turning,
Wash all our heartaches away.
We're part of the fire that is burning
And from the ashes we can build for another day

But I'm frightened for our children
And the life that we are living is in vain
And the sunshine we've been waiting for
Will turn to rain.

-The Moody Blues

posted by 123454321 at 1:24 PM

Lonesome Loser

Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He's a loser but he still keeps on trying.

Sit down, take a look at yourself
Don't you want to be somebody?
Someday somebody's gonna see inside
You have to face up, you can't run and hide.

Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He's a loser but he still keeps on trying.

Unlucky at love at least that's what they say
He lost his head and he gambled his heart away
He still keeps searching though there's nothing left
Staked his heart and lost, now he has to pay the cost

Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He's a loser but he still keeps on trying.

"It's okay." he smiles and says
But this loneliness is driving him crazy.
He don't show what goes on in his head
But if you watch very close you'll see it all

Sit down, take a look at yourself
Don't you want to be somebody?
Someday somebody's gonna see inside
You have to face up, you can't run and hide.

Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Now tell me have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?

-The Little River Band
posted by 123454321 at 9:59 AM

Reminiscing

Friday night,
It was late,
I was walking you home
We got down to the gate,
And I was dreaming of the night.
Would it turn out right.
How to tell you girl,
I wanna build my world around you.
Tell you that it's true.
I wanna make you understand
I'm talkin' about a lifetime plan

That's the way it began,
We were hand in hand.
Glenn Miller's Band
Was better than before.
We yelled and screamed for more
And the Porter tunes, (Night and Day)
Made us dance across the room
It ended all too soon
And on the way back home
I promised you'd never be alone

Hurry, don't be late,
I can hardly wait,
I said to myself when we're old
We'll go dancing in the dark
Walking through the park
And reminiscing

Friday night,
It was late,
I was walking you home
We got down to the gate,
And I was dreaming of the night.
Would it turn out right.
Now as the years roll on,
Each time we hear our favorite song,
The memories come along.
Older times we're missing
Spending the hours reminiscing

Hurry, don't be late.
I can hardly wait,
I said to myself when we're old
We'll go dancing in the dark,
Walking through the park,
And reminiscing.

-Little River Band
posted by 123454321 at 9:59 AM

Take It Easy On Me

It used to be so easy to be your lover.
We wandered through the days like they had no end.
But now that you are gone I'm under cover.
I just can't think about you as a friend.

Chorus:

Take it easy on me.
It should be easy to see.
I'm getting lost in a crowd.
Hear me crying out loud.
Just want you to know.
I know that you have to go.
It's all up to you but whatever you do, take it easy on me.

So now I'll go the minstrel road without.
I know there will be times when I need you there.
And each night as I sing those songs about you.
I'll think back to the time when you used to care.

(Repeat Chorus)

Take it easy on me.
Oh baby don't leave me crying.
It should be easy to see.
I've needed you for so long.
Just one more chance with you.
One more chance will you, take chance?
Come on and take a chance.

(Repeat Chorus)

It's still up to you but whatever you do ...
Take it easy on me.

-Little River Band
posted by 123454321 at 9:55 AM

Show Me Love

Always been told that I've got too much pride
Too independant to have you by my side
But my heart said all of you will see
Just won't live for someone until she'll live for me
Never thought I would find love so sweet
Never thought I would meet someone like you
Well now I've found you and I'll tell you no lie
This love I've got for you
Could take me 'round the world
Now show me love
Show me love, show me life
Baby show me what it's all about
You're the one that I ever needed
Show me love and what it's all about, alright
Don't waste this love I wanna give it to you
Tell me what you got, show me what you can do
Show me love, show me everything
I know you've got potential
So baby let me in and show me love
Show me love, show me life (alright)
Baby show me what it's all about
You're the only one that I ever needed (show me love)
Show me love and what it's all about, alright
Show me love, show me life
Baby show me what it's all about
You're the one that I ever needed
Show me love and what it's all about, alright
Show me love baby
Show me everything you've got and show me life
Show me love baby
Show me everything and what it's all about
You're the one, the only one I ever needed
Show me love and what it's all about, alright
I'll love you
I'll miss you
I'll make sure
Everything will be alright
I'll give you my heart if you just give me love
Every day and every night
Show me love, show me life (alright)
Baby show me what it's all about
You're the one that I ever needed
Show me love and what it's all about, alright
Show me love, show me life (alright)
Baby show me what it's all about
You're the one that I ever needed
Show me love and what it's all about, alright

-Robyn
posted by 123454321 at 12:16 PM