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Favourite song lyrics

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head
 
Jesse's gone inside out
Someone hush her quiet mouth
Charity's friend she was I know
Fill her cup and leave her alone

Distance fails but it keeps her alive
Thinks that evil's on her side
Gets rid of things that don't matter
She used to let me cut her hair

Jesse's gone inside out
She used to let me cut her hair
 
Days are dark and dreary everwhere I roam
How I long for Mississippi and you
Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's door
How I miss the Mississippi and you

Roaming the wide world over
Always alone and blue, so blue
I am sad and weary, longing to go home
Yes, I miss the Mississippi and you
 
Mr. Blue,
I told you that I love you
Please believe me

Mr. Blue,
I have to go now, darling
Don't be angry

I know that you're tired
Know that you're sore and sick and sad for some reason
So I leave you with a smile
Kiss you on the cheek
and you will call it treason

That's the way it goes some days
A fever comes at you without a warning
And I can see it in your face
You've been waiting to break since you woke up this morning

Mr. Blue,
Don't hold your head so low
That you can't see the sky

Mr. Blue,
It ain't so long since you were flying high

Mr. Blue,
I told you that I love you
Please believe me
 
Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.

The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.

Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?

...and the wind cried Mary.
 
As I walked on with a heavy heart
Then a stone danced on the tide
And the song went on
Though the lights were gone
And the North wind gently sighed
And an evening breeze coming from the East
That kissed the riverside
So I pray now child that you sleep tonight
When you hear this lullaby
May the wind that blows from haunted graves
Never bring you misery
May the angels bright
Watch you tonight
And keep you while you sleep
 
And you can always write if off by saying,
That it was never meant to be,
Though you once told me we'd always be as one.
And then you wish me a better day
As you turn your back away,
And then you write if off by saying,
"It was never meant to be."

Well, it left some damage in my wake,
But I have the liberty to take the time to say,
"It ain't all my fault alone
I've been deceived
And I've been forced to leave my anger and my greaving
In a heart thats still believing,
It was always meant to be."
 
On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day
With my gun on my shoulder to the woods I did stray
In search of some game if the weather proved fair
To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare
Oh, I met a young girl there with her face as a rose
And her skin was as fair as the lily that blows
I says "My fair maiden, why mumble you so?
Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?"
Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "No
But it's under me apron they say it do go
And if you'll not deceive me I vow and declare
We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare"
Well, I laid this girl down with her face to the sky
And I took out my ramrod and my bullets likewise
I says "Lock your legs round me and dig in with your heels
For the closer we get, oh, the better it feels"
The birds they were singing in the bushes and trees
And the song that they sang was "Oh, she's easy to please"
I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I'd done
Says I "Have you had enough of my old sporting gun?"
Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "Nay
It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way
And if your powder is willing and your bullets play fair
Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare?"
"Oh, my powder is wasted and my bullets all gone
My ramrod is limp and I cannot fire on
But I'll be back in the morning and if you are still here
We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare"
 
My mum loved Valium and lots of drugs...

(My real-life mum is extremely meds-phobic. She wouldn't so much as take an APAP for a headache. She was scripted Ambien and temazepam at the same time once and took neither. I moved away shortly after she obtained that script so, rest assured, no Kota chaos ensued.)
 
Why must every generation think they're folks are square?
And no matter where they're heads are, they know mom's aint there.
Cause' I swore when I was small, that I'd remember when,
I knew what's wrong with them, that I was smaller than.

Determined to remember all the cardinal rules.
Like, sun showers are legal grounds, for cutting school.
I know I have forgotten maybe one or two.
And I hope that I recall them all before the baby's due.
And I'll know he'll have a question or two.

Like, hey pop. Can I go ride my zoom?
It goes two hundred miles an hour, suspended on balloons.
And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue?
And imagine puffing dragons, while you sit and wreck your'e lungs.
And I must me permissive, understanding of the younger generation.

And then I know that all I've learned, my kid assumes.
And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons.
And still I'll try to tell him all the things I've done,
relating to what he can do when he becomes a man.
And still he'll stick his fingers in the fan.

And hey pop, my girlfriend's only three.
She's got her own videophone,
and she's taking LSD.
And now that were best friends, she want's to give a bit to me.
But whats the matter daddy? How come your'e turning green?
Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?
 
Yonder stand Little Maggie
With her dram glass in her hand
She's a-drinkin' away all her troubles
And a-courtin' some other man
 
You never close your eyes
When I am near you
You never say you know me
When I am inside of you
Girl you know it's only a feeling
Girl you know you lie and you steal
When you take my trust in your body
Nothing inside you is real
Nothing inside you is real
 
Come into my heart, sweet Lord
Come into my heart
I am open
I am torn apart
I am naked
And I am impure
I am sexless
I am foul
And I am ignorant
And I am hateful
Forgive me, Lord
Forgive me, Lord
 
I found you lying where I drowned you
I found you lying where I lay with you
Where I threw you in the water
Where I drowned you in the river
Where I watched you roll away
Where I watched your body roll away
Roll away
Roll away
From everything we think we know
We'll lie down in the warm green grass
And the sun will shine on our pale shape
Our blood will flow black in the dirt
And a black rose will grow where we laid
 
Mother, don't come near me
Near me
Mother, you disgust me
I need my greed, mother,
I need my greed, mother,
Mother, my body disgusts me
I need my greed,
Mother, my scents disgust me
Mother, your body disgusts me
I hate my greed
I hate my greed, mother
I hate your smell
You disgust me
I need your dirty smell
I hate my greed
I need your dirty hands on me
You disgust me
I need your dirty hands on me
I need my greed
I need your dirty hands on me
Mother, you disgust me
 
The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in Spirit.


Psalm 34:18.. psalm lyrics could pass for song lyrics couldn't they?

That was in response to the 716 post.
 
Sam theres a line in a poem or lyric you posted that I've been thinking about..it says something like 'I found the sun in the fold'. Do you know which one it is?
 
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