Song of the Moment version V
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Audric
- Red Dragon Priest
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- jedwabna poszewka na poduszkę 70x80
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- Location: Blue Spire Labyrinth
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Blue Star Princess
- Meryod Yokel
- Posts: 4
- Joined: Tue Aug 30, 2005 3:17 pm
- Location: The Blue Star
- Contact:
"Acrobat" by U2 (early 90s, very little known song, but one of my favorite songs)
Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes,
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you, girl,
You had fire in your soul
What happened to your face
Of melting snow?
Now it looks like this...
And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming round...
Don't let the bastards grind you down
No, nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd you hit out
If you only knew who to hit
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah, I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'Cause I need it now...
To take the cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
Can't let you go
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down
What'll we do, now it's all been said,
No new ideas in the house and every book has been read?
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
And you can build
And I can will
And you can crawl
I can't wait until...
And you can smash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
But I know that the tide is turning round...
So don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes,
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you, girl,
You had fire in your soul
What happened to your face
Of melting snow?
Now it looks like this...
And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming round...
Don't let the bastards grind you down
No, nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd you hit out
If you only knew who to hit
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah, I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'Cause I need it now...
To take the cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
Can't let you go
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down
What'll we do, now it's all been said,
No new ideas in the house and every book has been read?
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
And you can build
And I can will
And you can crawl
I can't wait until...
And you can smash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
But I know that the tide is turning round...
So don't let the bastards grind you down
"Let man's petty nations tear themselves apart; my land's only borders lie around my heart."
-Tim Rice, from the song "Anthem" in the musical Chess
-Tim Rice, from the song "Anthem" in the musical Chess
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localflick
- Black Dragon Wizard
- Posts: 495
- Joined: Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:07 pm
- Location: Chicago-ish
Touch of Red by In Flames
Reaching depth of clarity
I'm not supposed to be like this
I should be on the top of the world
Is anybody out there like me?
I followed something's missing
Self control Forcing me down
Whispers consume the air
Above her I'm endless
When the rain comes falling
I'll freeze I'm so afraid
When things start to flood me
I will drown in seconds
Fear - There's a way out
touch of red
break away
nothing has it all
bury the place I've been
I fear there's a way out
As If I ever had a choice
all in the hands of the energy
once again feel the quicksand swallow me
tonight =I wont struggle
Fear - There's a way out
Touch of red
Break away
Nothing has it all
Bury the place I've been
I fear there's a way out
The weak in me should know I'm as sober as I could be
Fear - There's a way out
Touch of red
Break away
Nothing has it all
Bury the place I've been
I fear there's a way out
Reaching depth of clarity
I'm not supposed to be like this
I should be on the top of the world
Is anybody out there like me?
I followed something's missing
Self control Forcing me down
Whispers consume the air
Above her I'm endless
When the rain comes falling
I'll freeze I'm so afraid
When things start to flood me
I will drown in seconds
Fear - There's a way out
touch of red
break away
nothing has it all
bury the place I've been
I fear there's a way out
As If I ever had a choice
all in the hands of the energy
once again feel the quicksand swallow me
tonight =I wont struggle
Fear - There's a way out
Touch of red
Break away
Nothing has it all
Bury the place I've been
I fear there's a way out
The weak in me should know I'm as sober as I could be
Fear - There's a way out
Touch of red
Break away
Nothing has it all
Bury the place I've been
I fear there's a way out
"'There are no atheists in foxholes' isn't an argument against atheism, it's an argument against foxholes." - James Morrow
"I'll hit your head with the thunder clap, you're seeing Horus"
"I'll hit your head with the thunder clap, you're seeing Horus"
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Spirit Icana
- Red Dragon Priest
- Posts: 136
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Angelalex242
- Legendary Hero
- Posts: 1308
- Joined: Thu Sep 01, 2005 8:38 pm
- Location: Lucia's Fortress
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Sonic#
- Pao Tribe Chieftain
- Posts: 4681
- Joined: Thu Dec 26, 2002 3:27 am
- Location: Here, there, everywhere
- Contact:
Miss Emma Peel, Dishwalla
I come home late at night
On the floor to turn you on
I check for tint and Technicolor
After you there is no other
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokes model starlet
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for
Miss Emma Peel
I sit beside her in the evening
And watch her rerun secrets by my ears
Cat eyes watch with British humor
Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokes model starlet
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
I come home late at night
On the floor to turn you on
I check for tint and Technicolor
After you there is no other
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokes model starlet
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for
Miss Emma Peel
I sit beside her in the evening
And watch her rerun secrets by my ears
Cat eyes watch with British humor
Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokes model starlet
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
Sonic#
"Than seyde Merlion, "Whethir lyke ye bettir the swerde othir the scawberde?" "I lyke bettir the swerde," seyde Arthure. "Ye ar the more unwyse, for the scawberde ys worth ten of the swerde; for whyles ye have the scawberde uppon you, ye shall lose no blood, be ye never so sore wounded. Therefore kepe well the scawberde allweyes with you." --- Le Morte Darthur, Sir Thomas Malory
"Just as you touch the energy of every life form you meet, so, too, will will their energy strengthen you. Fail to live up to your potential, and you will never win. " --- The Old Man at the End of Time
"Than seyde Merlion, "Whethir lyke ye bettir the swerde othir the scawberde?" "I lyke bettir the swerde," seyde Arthure. "Ye ar the more unwyse, for the scawberde ys worth ten of the swerde; for whyles ye have the scawberde uppon you, ye shall lose no blood, be ye never so sore wounded. Therefore kepe well the scawberde allweyes with you." --- Le Morte Darthur, Sir Thomas Malory
"Just as you touch the energy of every life form you meet, so, too, will will their energy strengthen you. Fail to live up to your potential, and you will never win. " --- The Old Man at the End of Time
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localflick
- Black Dragon Wizard
- Posts: 495
- Joined: Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:07 pm
- Location: Chicago-ish
Due to a medical problem, I've had almost no hearing in my left ear. I got it taken care of today, and am celebrating by going to a Local H show next week. They go on tour starting next Fri, if anyone cares... but I doubt there's any California dates. 
Living in the Midwest it does suck to hear about how great it is everywhere else!
Local H - California Songs
Well I got your late night call
You're in the center of it all
You're having a ball
And you're really doing fine
A west coast time
And I believe you
But here's one for the coast
and the people with the most
the pretty pretty folks
the west coast folks
And here we go again
It's never gonna end
We're all so sick of California songs
Yeah, We know you love L.A.
There's nothing left to say
Please no more California Songs
...And F-ck New York too
Yeah your heaven is a lie
Just more sh-t that I don't buy
And they're heading for the coast
they're moving out in droves
Sending back reports on the radio
their message is the same
It's gettin pretty lame
California Dreaming's on the radio
And here we go again
It's never gonna end
We're all so sick of California songs
Yeah, We know you love L.A.
but there's nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And F-ck New York too
Living in the Midwest it does suck to hear about how great it is everywhere else!
Local H - California Songs
Well I got your late night call
You're in the center of it all
You're having a ball
And you're really doing fine
A west coast time
And I believe you
But here's one for the coast
and the people with the most
the pretty pretty folks
the west coast folks
And here we go again
It's never gonna end
We're all so sick of California songs
Yeah, We know you love L.A.
There's nothing left to say
Please no more California Songs
...And F-ck New York too
Yeah your heaven is a lie
Just more sh-t that I don't buy
And they're heading for the coast
they're moving out in droves
Sending back reports on the radio
their message is the same
It's gettin pretty lame
California Dreaming's on the radio
And here we go again
It's never gonna end
We're all so sick of California songs
Yeah, We know you love L.A.
but there's nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And F-ck New York too
Not usually one for this type of band, but, damn is there latest release "Hours" amazing.
History by Funeral For A Friend
Dear friends of this academy
Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death..
To see a friend bleed to death
What for, some kind of metaphor
That I can't see..
So I'll drink until I see it.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on you,
I'll give up on this.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on this,
I'll give up on you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
So you want to hold me up and bring me down?
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
It's all mine.. it's all mine.. It's all mine...
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
History by Funeral For A Friend
Dear friends of this academy
Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death..
To see a friend bleed to death
What for, some kind of metaphor
That I can't see..
So I'll drink until I see it.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on you,
I'll give up on this.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on this,
I'll give up on you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
So you want to hold me up and bring me down?
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
It's all mine.. it's all mine.. It's all mine...
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
"'There are no atheists in foxholes' isn't an argument against atheism, it's an argument against foxholes." - James Morrow
"I'll hit your head with the thunder clap, you're seeing Horus"
"I'll hit your head with the thunder clap, you're seeing Horus"
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