The Natalie Merchant/10,000 Maniacs post. (Too many good ones).
Stockton Gala Days: That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as warm as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, You'll never, you'll never know. My Skin: I'm the slow dying flower Frost killing hour Sweet turning sour and untouchable Do you remember the way that you touched me before All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored Your face saying promised whispered like prayers I don't need them |
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man No, you can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you'll find You get what you need |
Simon and Garfunkel's The Boxer
I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there, la-la-la-la-la-la-la Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me, going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie ETC |
If you don't expect too much from me, you might not be let down. |
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes And found myself alone, alone, alone above a raging sea That stole the only girl I loved and drowned her deep inside of me |
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus trying to find his way home. |
This life is more than just a read-through. |
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse? -Springsteen |
Townes Van Zandt is criminally underrepresented on this thread.
If I had a nickel I'd find a game If I won a dollar I'd make it rain If it rained an ocean I'd drink it dry And lay me down dissatisfied ------------------ Jesus was an only son and love, his only concept Strangers cry in foreign tongues and dirty up the doorstep And I, for one, and you, for two, ain't got the time for outside Keep your injured looks to you, we'll tell the world that we tried ------------------ I'll bid the years goodbye, you cannot still them You cannot turn the circles of the sun And you cannot count the miles until you feel them And you cannot hold a lover that has gone |
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky. But why, Why, Why can't it be, Why can't it be mine |
A Mother’s Prayer. |
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell. Blue skies from pain. |
"You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather."
Outkast |
Love this one so much! |
WHO LET THE DOOOOGGS OUT!?? |