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I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me You used to captivate me By your resonating life Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along -My Immortal by Evanescence ** Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around 'til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end How I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He'd make me laugh just to comfort me Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end 'Cause I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I'd listen outside her door And I'd hear how my mother cried for him I pray for her even more than me I pray for her even more than me I know I'm praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don't do it usually But dear Lord she's dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream -Dance With My Father by Luther Vandross |
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#122
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and other Floydian: [ QUOTE ] they disembarked in 45 and no one spoke and no one smiled there were too many spaces in the line gathered at the cenotaph all agreed with hand on heart to sheath the sacrificial knifes but now she stands upon southampton dock with her handkerchief and her summer frock clings to her wet body in the rain in quiet desperation knuckles white upon the slippery reins she bravely waves the boys goodbye again and still the dark stain spreads between his shoulder blades a mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves and when the fight was over we spent what they had made but in the bottom of our hearts we felt the final cut [/ QUOTE ] [/ QUOTE ] keep going..... Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. |
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#123
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I have cried to this song.
This Woman's Work-Kate Bush Pray God you can cope. I stand outside this woman's work, This woman's world. Ooh, it's hard on the man, Now his part is over. Now starts the craft of the father. I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking Of all the things I should've said, That I never said. All the things we should've done, That we never did. All the things I should've given, But I didn't. Oh, darling, make it go, Make it go away. Give me these moments back. Give them back to me. Give me that little kiss. Give me your hand. (I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left.) I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking Of all the things we should've said, That were never said. All the things we should've done, That we never did. All the things that you needed from me. All the things that you wanted for me. All the things that I should've given, But I didn't. Oh, darling, make it go away. Just make it go away now. |
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#124
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That entire Evanescence album is haunting.
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#125
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Also like Amazing Grace
Garth Brooks - Ireland [ QUOTE ] There are no words to be spoken Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken As I scream our battle cry [/ QUOTE ] Dashboard Confessional - Remeber To Breath [ QUOTE ] remember she asked you remember to breathe and everything will be okay [/ QUOTE ] and - Screaming Infideleties [ QUOTE ] I'm missing your laugh How did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you 're pretending. [/ QUOTE ] Live - Turn My Head [ QUOTE ] I can't forget her, but I can't remember why [/ QUOTE ] Jimmy Eat World - 23 [ QUOTE ] I won't always love what I'll never have I won't always live in my regrets [/ QUOTE ] |
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#126
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Don't Give Up, from Peter Gabriel's "So" album
Bonnie Raitt's song about "I can't make you love me if you don't"; dunno if that's the title though Similar theme, also well done, by Meatloaf, in Two out of Three Ain't Bad That "I will always love you" song was surprisingly great when done by Dolly Parton instead of Whitney Crackston. Same for "The Greatest Love of All" when done by George Benson instead of Crackney Wh*reston. Simple sincerity vs. exploitive bombast. "Back on the Chain Gang" by the Pretenders always does something for me, too |
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#127
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Just when every ray of hope was gone
I should have known that you would come along I can't believe I ever doubted you My old friend the blues Another lonely night, a nameless town If sleep don't take me first, you'll come around 'Cause I know I can always count on you My old friend the blues Lovers leave and friends will let you down But you're the only sure thing that I've found No matter what I do I'll never lose My old friend the blues Just let me hide my weary heart in you My old friend the blues. --Steve Earle |
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#128
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"In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. It's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing of the truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this twisting of the truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all these looks of disbelief. A life for a life And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way that's helping To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie." Johnny Cash's version with the spooky organ gives me goosebumbs. |
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#129
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Mission In The Rain. Every time i heard this song live it sent shivers up my spine.
I turn and walk away then I come round again It looks as though tomorrow I'll do very much the same. i must turn down your offer but I'd like to ask a break You know I'm ready to give everything for anything i take Someone called my name you know I turned around to see It was midnight in the mission and the bells were not for me come again walking along in the mission in the rain come again walking along in the mission in the rain Ten years ago I walked this street my dreams were riding tall tonight I would be thankful Lord, for any dream at all Some folks would be happy just to have one dream come true but everything you gather is just more that you can lose All the things I planned to do I only did half way tomorrow will be sunday born of rainy saturday There's some satisfaction in the San Francisco rain whatever comes down the mission always looks the same Garcia/Hunter. |
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#130
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George Jones...He Stopped loving her today they placed a wreath upon his door and soon they'll carry him away He stopped loving her today
Honey, Bobby Goldsboro. And caught her cryin' needlessly In the middle of the day. And it was in the early Spring When flowers bloom and robins sing She went away And honey, I miss you And I'm bein' good And I'd love to be with you If only I could One day while I was not at home While she was there and all alone The angels came.. Grateful Dead. A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring, ... Take up your china doll, take up your china doll, it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall. Reba Mcentire.. Now each day is one day that's left in her life She won't know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep 'Cause she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams And all her friends say what a pity what a loss And in the end when she was barely hangin' on All she could say is she thinks his name was John She thinks his name was John |
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