There are places I rememberAll my life, though some have changedSome forever, not for betterSome have gone and some remainAll these places had their momentsWith lovers and friends I still can recallSome are dead and some are livingIn my life I've loved them all
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,He always ate in the Steak Bar. He loved to drive in his Jaguar.So welcome to the machine.
A place to stay
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
One false moveAnd a secret prophecyWell, if you hold it against her,First hold it up and seeThat it's one side stoneOne side fireStanding alone among all men's desireThey want to know
Do you love any, do you love none,Do you love many, can you love one,Do you love me?
I want you as the dream,
Not the reality.
That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me,
But I'm looking back over my shoulder
At you, happy without me.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.
Sunday is Gloomy,My hours are slumberless,Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberlessLittle white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought of ever returning youWould they be angry if I thought of joining you
All young gentle dreams drowningIn life's griefCan you hang on to me?Don't want to hurt you babyI only want to help youI could be good for youYour name is being called by sacred thingsThat are not addressed nor listened toSometimes they blow trumpets
It won't do
To dream of caramel
To think of cinnamon
And long for you
It won't do
To stir a deep desire
To fan a hidden fire
That can never burn true
I know your name
I know your skin
I know the way
These things begin
But I don't know
How I would live with myself
What I'd forgive of myself
If you don't go
"Rootless", Marina & the DiamondsSergeant,I don't remember how you said to deal with guilt.I'm haunted by families grieving,Even soldiers' kids.Is it god against god?And the pawns are people?If they're both the same god,Then the battle's over.
Preacher,Am I gonna make it?Am I going up?Am I forgiven for the humans I dropped?It's not like a game once the guilt piles up.If I knew what I know now,It's easy to say I wouldn't go--I had violent games on pause at home.
"Dark Paradise", Lana Del ReyI'm a cloud drifting byDripping tears from the skyI'm a snail without a shellA leper with a golden bellI've got nowhere to goI'm a stray cat on the roamChoking on a chicken boneFor a home sweet, no sweet home
For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a treeFor something, somebodyThat reminded them of meRunning with my roots pulled upCaught me cold so they could cutWhat there was left of loveI'm rootlessI'm rootless
And there's no remedy for memory,Your face is like a melody--It won't leave my head.Your soul is haunting me and telling meThat everything is fine,But I wish I was dead.(Dead like you.)Every time I close my eyes,It's like a dark paradise.No one compares to you.I'm scared that youWon't be waiting on the other side.Every time I close my eyes,It's like a dark paradise.No one compares to you.I'm scared that youWon't be waiting on the other side.
You only ever touch me in the dark.
Only if we're drinking can you see my spark.
And only in the evening could you give yourself to me,
'Cause the night is your woman, and she'll set you free.
You're to proud to say that you've made a mistake.
You're a coward to the end.
I don't wanna admit that we're not gonna fit.
No, I'm not the type that you like,
So why don't we just pretend?
Lies.Don't wanna know, don't wanna know.
You're hard to hug, tough to talk to,And I never fall asleep.When you're in my bed,All you give me is a heartbeat.I've turned into a statue,And it makes me feel depressed,Cause the only time you open up,Is when we get undressed.
You don't love me, big fucking deal.I'll never tell you how I feel.You don't love me, not a big deal.I'll never tell you how I feel.It almost feels like a joke,To play out the part,When you are not the starring role,In someone else's heart.
|>ouglas
|>ouglasCatherine De BarraYou've murdered my thinkingGave you my heartYou left the thing stinkingI'd shake from your spellIf it weren't for my drinkingThe wind bites more bitterWith each light of morningI envy the roadThe ground you tread underI envy the windYour hair riding overI envy the pillowYour head rests and slumbersI envy to murderousEnvy your lover
'Til the light shines on meI damn to hell every second you breathe'Til the light shines on meI damn to hell every second you breathe
Ditto on a lot of those choices. Especially The Gunners Dream. The
Final Cut was a great under rated album IMO.
Oh! Add "War Child" to the list (Cranberries, not Tull)!