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Favourite song lyrics

Cats on the blacktop
Birdy in the treetop
Someone plays guitar that
sounds like clavinette
I ain't ready yet
to go to bed
Think I'll take a walk
downtown instead

Cats on the bandstand
Give 'em each a big hand
Anyone who sweats that hard
must be all right
No one wants a fight
No black eye
Just another cat beneath
the stars tonight

Cats in the limelight
Feels like it's all right
Everybody wants something
they may not get
I ain't ready yet
It ain't complete
That's why I'm heading down
to Alley Cat Street

A satin blouse unbuttoning
Time's a stripper
Doing it just for you

Knock it in the brass tacks
Cover up you tracks, Jack
You ain't going nowhere till
you can pay your own way back
What else do you lack
to make it right
but cats down under
the stars tonight?
 
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
 
And the colours red and gold
Put their flavour in our soul
And the children are born blind
And the water turns to blood
And we're sheltered by our god
Whose hand is strong and bloody
And we're walking earth that's filled
With the bodies that he's killed
 
I ain't got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked your bitch
You fat motherfucker
West Side




And like that, he's gone...
 
"Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet,
As we set there a courtin',
My love fell off to sleep.

I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
My love she did not know.
So I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks below.

I drew a saber through her,
It was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.

My father oft had told me
That money would set me free

If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.

My father sits at his cabin door,
Wiping his tear dimmed eyes,
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high.

My race is run beneath the sun,
The scaffold now waits for me,
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly."
 
Often the ardorless and plain
Reward your grace
Often the ardorless and plain
Reward your grace

Confuse your hunger, capture the fake
Confuse your hunger, capture the fake

Banish the faceless, reward your grace
Banish the faceless, reward your grace
 
I've grown accustomed to her face,
she almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
she whistles night an' noon

Her smiles, her frowns,
her ups, her downs
are second nature to me now
like breathing out and breathing in

I was serenely independent
and content, before we met
surely I could always be that way again, and yet,
I've grown accustomed to her looks
accustomed to her voice
accustomed to her face!
 
ooooh 'enri 'iggins.

:D

*******

“Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only.
Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me.
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther sail!

Walt Whitman Passage To India.

Whoops. Sorry. I just realised this is the lyric thread not poetry.

*******


I feel so proud, proud of you..i see innocence shining through.

(Kings of the Wild Frontier. Adam and the Ants <3)
 
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I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
 
That song reminds me very much of the first time I (really) fell in love. I suppose that's true for many people, but it takes me right back to bare floorboards in a house on Burton Road, and a summer that really did go on forever.
 
Pink Floyd

"Us And Them"


Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
And the General sat, as the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside

"Well I mean, they're gonna kill ya, so like, if you give 'em a quick sh...short, sharp shock, they don't do it again.
Dig it? I mean he got off light, 'cause I coulda given 'I'm a thrashin' but I only hit him once.
It's only the difference between right and wrong innit? I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about
Get out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
 
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