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Postby outta » Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:32 pm

I've got a mythical band in my room
We can't play a lick, but we can carry a tune
We've got air guitars, we never break strings
Lip synching a song in my mythical dream

I like a musical drama, I like the deli lama
I like twisted people who look like my mama
I like a good ensemble, a life uncommon
Come join the band, you know that you wanna

We've got a mythical band for all to hear
My dogs say they like it, it doesn't hurt their ears
One plays the piano, the other the harmonica
The other just dances to the fake synthesizer

Come play along if you wanna have fun
We'll have a throw down without any guns
We can dance to Todd Snider or Waylon and Wilie
We don't need a dime if we wanna act silly

I've got a mythical band in my mythical mind
I don't have any rhythm but I move my behind
In my mythical dance, I move like Madonna
I'm sexy and hot, Like a Virgin who wants ta ...

I'm getting older, I don't give a damn
I'm gonna play air guitar for my mythical band
I turned my telephone into a microphone
When somebody calls, nobodys home

There's nothing like entertainment when it's cheap
And in my mythical band, everythings free
You can be a star that nobody knows
Have your own label, perform your own shows

You don't need a lesson to play the guitar
You don't need a liquor store to play in a bar
Just come in my room and take off your shoes
In my mythical band, you've got nothing to lose

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Postby outta » Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:07 am

It’s another night in a pair of leather skintight jeans
Your pimp tells you stories about the Caribbean’s
You get out of his bed and turn your head
Look at the sheets and the life you’re in
It’s the usual way for the night to begin
And the night begins

There are three streetlights and a dozen headlights
The bidding begins at the stroke of midnight
You need to find another bed; turn some heads
Find a way to keep the money coming in
It’s the usual way to please your pimp
You’ve gotta please your pimp

The streets are getting empty
The pimps are getting deadly
He’s got the finesse and he’s got your address
You’re not his average whore
The music’s getting louder
And your pimp’s a little prouder
He’s got the finesse and he’s got your address
And he’s got you wrapped up in more
He’s got you wrapped up in more

Red stiletto’s on the corner, you need a hundred dollars
Guys treat you like trash and you try to stand taller
You wanna hide your head under a bed
Get off of the streets and the life you’re in
So you decide how the night will end
How the night will end

You hum a song from Ruby Gentry
The backwoods girl of the century
You’ll give your pimp a couple inches
Take the son-of-bitch throw his ass in the trenches
‘Man by man, sin by sin’
Takes you from the girl within
Oh, there’s always revenge
And a night that comes to an end

You ditched the rhinestones and you’re sleeping alone
Your mother comes in holding the telephone
You smile instead of getting out of bed
She covers you up and kisses your head
It’s an unusual way for a day to begin
But the day begins

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Postby RightOverThisMess » Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:53 pm

The Ledge
Lori McKenna

Once you're up on the ledge
there's only one way down
So I'll keep you up there
where you're safe and sound

My knuckles are white
Your ankles are red
As you dance from your height
and I lie on the ledge

The killer in me likes to see you cry
The killer in me won't let you,
won't let you die...

I can't say what I feel
in fear you might fall
I'm afraid for you
I'm afraid for us all

The killer in me likes to see you cry
The killer in me won't let you,
won't let you die...

What makes you think you're the only one
to love and lose, and lose...

You put the poison in the soup
Drench the bed with gasoline
and all for the love of you
I'm scrubbing sheets clean

The killer in me who likes to see you cry
The killer in me will not let you die,
won't let you die...
I will not let you die,
I won't let you die...

So my knuckles are white
Your ankles are red
and I'll spend my whole life
keeping you up on the ledge

Keeping you up on that ledge,
Keeping you up on the ledge...
Nobody helps a liar.
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Postby RightOverThisMess » Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:29 am

Easter
Patti Smith

Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come.

Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, Isabella.
And my head, Isabella.

Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.
Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come.

Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
Isabella, we are dying.
Isabella, we are rising.

I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
dying and drying as I rise tonight.

Isabella, we are rising.
Isabella, we are rising . . .
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Postby RightOverThisMess » Sat May 30, 2009 10:32 pm

Iron & Wine ~ The Trapeze Swinger
(This is now my favorite Iron & Wine song--download expires in 7 days!)

Please, remember me, happily,
by the rosebush laughing
with bruises on my chin, the time when
we counted every black car passing
your house beneath the hill, and up until
someone caught us in the kitchen
with maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
a vision too removed to mention

But please remember me, fondly,
i heard from someone you're still pretty
and then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
have such eloquent graffiti
like: “we'll meet again” and “fuck the Man”
and “tell my mother not to worry”
and angels with their great handshakes
but always done in such a hurry

and please remember me, at Halloween
making fools of all the neighbors
our faces painted white, by midnight
we'd forgotten one another
and when the morning came I was ashamed
only now it seems so silly
that season left the world and then returned
and now you're lit up by the city

so please remember me, mistakenly
in the window of the tallest tower
call, then pass us by, but much too high
to see the empty road at happy hour
gleam and resonate just like the gates
around the Holy Kingdom
with words like: “lost and found” and “don't look down”
and “someone save temptation”

and please remember me, as in the dream
we had as rug-burned babies
among the fallen trees and fast asleep
beside the lions and the ladies
that called you what you like and even might
give a gift for your behavior:
a fleeting chance to see a trapeze-
swinger high as any savior

but please remember me, my misery
and how it lost me all i wanted
those dogs that love the rain, and chasin' trains
the colored birds above there runnin'
in circles round the well, and where it spells
on the wall behind St. Peter
so bright on cinder gray in spray paint:
“who the hell can see forever?”

and please remember me, seldomly
in the car behind the carnival
my hand between your knees, you turn from me
and said the trapeze act was wonderful
but never meant to last, the clowns that passed
saw me just come up with anger
when it filled with circus dogs, the parking lot
had an element of danger

so please remember me, finally
and all my uphill clawing
my dear, but if i make the Pearly Gates
i’ll do my best to make a drawing
of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl
an angel kissin’ on a sinner
a monkey and a man, a marching band
all around the frightened trapeze-swinger

nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah …
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Postby Turk » Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:34 am

see her as she flies
golden sails across the sky
close enough to touch
but careful if you try
though she looks as warm as gold
the moon's a harsh mistress
the moon can be so cold

once the sun did shine
and lord it felt so fine
the moon a phantom rose
through the mountains and the pine
and then the darkness fell
the moon's a harsh mistress
it's hard to love her well

i fell out of her eyes
i fell out of her heart
i fell down on my face, yes i did
and i tripped and i missed my star
and i fell and fell alone
the moon's a harsh mistress
the sky is made of stone

the moon's a harsh mistress
she's hard to call your own


the moon's a harsh mistress
~Jimmy Webb via Linda Ronstadt
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Postby Little_Kites » Fri Jul 31, 2009 11:58 am

An American Tune

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far a-way from home, so far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it's alright, it's alright
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the a-ge's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

-Paul Simon
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Postby RightOverThisMess » Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:00 pm

Capturing Moods
Rilo Kiley

Moods don’t command you if you don’t know what you’re going through.
There’s love for you up where the population grows.
There’s friendly people in cities too, just ask them where they are going to.
There’s life and work up where the clouds meet the snow.

And I don’t mind waiting….

I’m always one step ahead of you if you don’t know what you’re going through.
There’s laughs and fun up where the conversation flows.
And I don’t mind waiting if it takes a long, long time.
I don’t mind braving the coldest winter of our time.
I don’t mind racing through our goodbyes.

This is your last line of defense.
You could sell your baseball cards just to pay your rent, yeah.

I don’t mind waiting if it takes a long, long time.
And I don’t mind wasting the best years of our lives.
And I don’t mind racing through our goodbyes.
Nobody helps a liar.
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Postby Little_Kites » Sat Aug 15, 2009 6:57 pm

i bet when i leave
my body for the sky the wait will
be worth it

local natives - airplanes


but i will hold on hope
and i won't let you choke
on the noose around your neck

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Postby Turk » Sun Sep 13, 2009 12:02 am

I would bring you Ireland
The cool sweet of the Dublin rain
If you would keep my heart for me
In the quiet of your Texas days
And my old friend, will you shelter me from pain
In return I'd bring you Ireland

One day I'll build a tower
High upon my Texas plains
I can see from coast to coast
On hot platinum summer days
When the dust is still, and the cotton prays for rain
And the thirsty passers-by wonder why they came

I dreamed of Amarillo
On a foreign night in Dublin
The dust was on my pillow
When the raindrops started falling
In a hotel window, where I could see his rainbow
And I thought I'd send my heart to you
Cause that's the way the wind blows

And I'll reclaim my heart one day
We'll sit and watch your children play
And I will bring you lullabies
From the Emerald Isles for back porch days
And my old friend we will always meet again
And I will bring you Ireland
I will bring you Ireland
I would bring you Ireland


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Postby Turk » Sat Sep 26, 2009 2:48 am

I found a fox in the woods
She was cold and hungry
I gave her all that I could
I was sure that she loved me
And we were thick as thieves

Through the winter I kept her warm
Fed her all that she desired
And she told me in so many words
I was the one who saved her life
And she would never forget
And I would never be left

But then one day I ran out of bread
And wood to keep the fire
When I woke I felt she had fled
To the house down the river
And I cried all night
Because I had thought she was mine


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Postby Turk » Sun Oct 11, 2009 3:45 am

When you hear me calling your name in the night
Do you run to your window thinking a coyote might
Be howling

When you hear me calling your name again
Do you tell yourself it's only the wind
That's blowing

When the sun in the sky sinks down in the sky in the west
Do you tell yourself that the heart in your chest
Is still beating

Will you know or must I tell you
This is my lover's spell you have fallen into
My dear

My voice is all you'll hear
Only the sound of my heart pounding, darling

You took my heart
Cast it aside
Laughed when I cried
Like it was just no big deal

And here all alone in the dark
I know just how you feel

When you feel my fingers touch your skin again
Do you tell yourself there's just no use
In crying

When the stars in the sky begin to fade
Do you tell yourself, don't be afraid
It's just the night
That's dying

Will you know or must I tell you
This is my lover's spell you have fallen into
My dear
My voice is all you'll hear


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Postby Turk » Wed Dec 30, 2009 11:10 pm

Every little wasted word, every little wasted smile,
Every little wasted year, every little wasted mile,
We’re gonna leave them all right here, we’re gonna leave them all behind,
Every little wasted word, I think I’m gonna make them mine.

Funny way about this life, things tend to come around.
Like every time you pull me up, then you let me down.
One day we can dance on air, then we’re back down in the street again.
Just like every time the tide rolls out, the tide rolls back in.

Every little wasted word, every little wasted smile,
Every little wasted year, every little wasted mile,
We’re gonna leave them all right here, we’re gonna leave them all right now,
Every little wasted word, we’re gonna make them good somehow.

I guess we know that I lost you, I guess we know you lost me too.
And then I guess we know we both did things we never really thought we’d do.
So baby don’t you dry those tears, why don’t you just let them flow,
And then we’ll take all those years and just let them go.

I loved you til i couldn’t stand, loved you til i couldn’t see,
And then i loved you til i couldn’t find my way back to me
So i’m calling it a lovely time, calling it a lovely day,
And then i’m calling it a lovely place to just walk away

Every little wasted word, every little wasted smile,
Every little wasted year, every little wasted mile,
We’re gonna leave them all right here, we’re gonna leave them all right now,
Every little wasted word, we’re gonna make them true somehow.


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Postby Kelsea » Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:57 am

Swim- Jack's Mannequin

You've gotta swim
Swim for your life
Swim for the music
That saves you
When you're not so sure you'll survive
You gotta swim
And swim when it hurts
The whole world is watching
You haven't come this far
To fall off the earth
The currents will pull you
Away from your love
Just keep your head above

I found a tidal wave
Begging to tear down the dawn
Memories like bullets
They fired at me from a gun
A crack in the armor
I swim to brighter days
Despite the absence of sun
Choking on salt water
I'm not giving in
I swim

You gotta swim
Through nights that won't end
Swim for your families
Your lovers your sisters
And brothers and friends
Yeah you've gotta swim
Through wars without cause
Swim for the lost politicians
Who don't see their greed as a flaw

The currents will pull us
Away from our love
Just keep your head above

I found a tidal wave
Begging to tear down the dawn
Memories like bullets
They fired at me from a gun
Cracking me open now
I swim for brighter days
Despite the absence of sun
Choking on salt water
I'm not giving in
Well I'm not giving in
I swim

You gotta swim
Swim in the dark
There's no shame in drifting
Feel the tide shifting and wait for the spark
Yeah you've gotta swim
Don't let yourself sink
Just find the horizon
I promise you it's not as far as you think
The currents will drag us away from our love
Just keep your head above
Just keep your head above
Swim
Just keep your head above
Swim, swim
Just keep your head above
Swim
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Postby Our Kid » Sat Jan 23, 2010 3:09 pm

There was this girl
who lived not too long ago
As a matter of fact I think
she lives still
She knew she could do no wrong
just singin' those songs
that we all knew

She would always crash the party
It was no surprise
It was for her

Too Cool Queenie

There was this boy
He played in a rock-n-roll band
and he wasn't half-bad
at saving the world
She said he could do no right
so he took his life
His story is true

She would always crash the party
It was no surprise
It was for her

It's ok 'cause what goes around comes around
It's all right 'cause what goes around comes around

And now this girl..
Yeah she got real famous
and she made lots of money
and some of his too
But still she thinks she can do no wrong
just playing those songs
She's all too cool
"You could write a song about some kind of emotional problem you are having, but it would not be a good song, in my eyes, until it went through a period of sensitivity to a moment of clarity. Without that moment of clarity to contribute to the song, it's just complaining."

-Joni Mitchell-
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