Jack Jones In: Lincolnshire bas
Posts: 1468
Karma:
i dont know how to run my life
im always surrounded by trouble and strife
i dont know which , way to turn
always being told what i must learn
when i was a kid i played around
looked a fool and acted like the clown
holes in my trousers , cuts on my knees
got in fights and called a thief
soon found out the facts of life
cut my wrist with a rusty knife
do the exams , a waste of time
in the out side world , life`s a crime
Good thread K
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defences down
All those wounds that i cant get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If i could slow it all down
Like some captain whose ship runs aground
I can wait unti the tide comes around
Time Stand Still........... Im not looking back but i want to look around me now
Time stand Still .... see more of the people and the places that surround me now
RUSH
LEND ME YOUR EAR WHILE I CALL YOU A FOOL, YOU WERE KISSED BY A WITCH ONE NIGHT IN THE WOOD, AND LATER INSISTED YOUR FEELINGS WERE TRUE, THE WITCHES PROMISE WAS CUNNING, BELIEVING HE LISTENED WHILE LAUGHING YOU FLEW!!
There are lots depending on my mood, this one is as good as any!!!
Friday night and the lights are lowLooking out for a place to goWhere they play the right music, getting in the swingYou come in to look for a kingAnybody could be that guyNight is young and the music's highWith a bit of rock music, everything is fineYou're in the mood for a danceAnd when you get the chanceYou are the dancing queenYoung and sweet, only seventeenDancing queen, feel the beat[ From : http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/abba-lyrics/dancing-queen-lyrics.html ]From the tambourine, oh yeahYou can dance, you can jiveHaving the time of your lifeOoh see that girl, watch that sceneDig in the dancing queenYou're a teaser, you turn 'em onLeave 'em burning and then you're goneLooking out for another, anyone will doYou're in the mood for a danceAnd when you get the chanceYou are the dancing queenYoung and sweet, only seventeenDancing queen, feel the beatFrom the tambourine, oh yeahYou can dance, you can jiveHaving the time of your lifeOoh see that girl, watch that sceneDig in the dancing queenDig in the dancing queen
So take me as I am
this may mean you'll have to be a stronger man
rest assured,
that when I start to make you nervous
and I'm going to extremes
tomorrow I will change and today won't mean a thing
Meredith Brooks 'Bitch'
1..Foreigner....Dirty White Boy (the whole track)
2..Nazareth....No Mean City....'Rare guns' splare guns we got them all
for free'
3..AC/DC....Bad Boy Boogie...'and i'll show you how good a bad boy can
be'
Take your pick !
and
I kept the right ones out
and let the wrong ones in
had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
there were times in my life
when I was goin' insane
tryin' to walk through
the pain
when I lost my grip
and I hit the floor
yeah I thought I could leave but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired
of livin' a lie
I was wishin that I
would die
Aerosmith...Amazing
Jack Jones In: Lincolnshire bas
Posts: 1468
Karma:
there comming to take me away ....ha ha ho ho he he
to the funny farm, with the men in the clean white coats......
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It's been a while since I could hold my head up high and it's been a while since I first saw you
It's been a while since I could stand on my own two feet again and it's been a while since I could call you But everything I can't remember as f d up as it may seem the consequences that I've rendered, I've stretched myself beyond my means It's been a while since I could say that I wasn't addicted and It's been a while since I could say I love myself as well and
It's been a while since I've gone and fd things up just like I always do
It's been a while But all that st seems to disappear when I'm with you But everything I can't remember as fd up as it may seem the consequences that I've rendered I've gone and fd things up again Why must I feel this way? just make this go away just one more peaceful day Its been awhile Since I could look at myself straight and it's been awhile since I said I'm sorry It's been awhile Since I've seen the way the candles light your face It's been awhile But I can still remember just the way you taste But everything I can't remember as fd up as it may seem I know it's me I cannot blame this on my father he did the best he could for me It's been a while Since I could hold my head up high and it's been a while since I said I'm sorry
Staind ~ It's been Awhile
Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging. And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing. Then I headed down the street, And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing, And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down.