We are the Mods.
Jocyber
> This is a modern world - This is the modern world
> What kind of a fool do you think I am?
> You think I know nothing of the modern world
> All my life has been the same
> I've learned to live by hate and pain
> It's my inspiration drive -
>
> I've learned more than you'll ever know
> Even at school I felt quite sure
> That one day I would be on top
> And I'd look down upon the map
> The teachers who said I'd be nothing -
>
> This is the modern world that I've learnt about
> This is the modern world, we don't need no one
> To tell us what's right or wrong -
>
> Say what you like 'cause I don't care
> I know where I am and going too
> It's somewhere I won't preview
> Don't have to explain myself to you
> I don't give two fucks about your review -
A clssic track.
My fave is
In your white lace and your wedding bells
You look the picture of contented new wealth
But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies
I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive
For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me
Out of grey skies to change my misery
The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place
But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room
For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
The bitterest pill is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill
Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life
Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight
The dying spark, you left your mark on me
The promise of your kiss, but with someone else
For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow
The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
The bitterest pill is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill!
Dozier
"Jocyber" <dia...@nme.com> wrote in message
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> Dozier <Doz...@who.org.uk> wrote
>
> A clssic track.
>
> My fave is
>
> In your white lace and your wedding bells
> You look the picture of contented new wealth
> But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies
> I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive
> For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
> The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
>
> When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me
> Out of grey skies to change my misery
> The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place
> But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room
>
> For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
> The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
>
> The bitterest pill is mine to take
> If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill
>
> Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life
> Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight
> The dying spark, you left your mark on me
> The promise of your kiss, but with someone else
>
> For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow
> The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
>
> The bitterest pill is mine to take
> If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill!
>
DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT
The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
the ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout - "have you got any money?"
And I said - "I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight
The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Jocyber
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And the smell of brown leather
> It blended in with the weather
> It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
> It blocked all my senses
> Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
> And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
> I said I was down in the tube station at midnight
>
> The last thing that I saw
> As I lay there on the floor
> Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
> And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday -
> Do it today!"
> I glanced back on my life
> And thought about my wife
> 'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me
> And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
> The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
> I'm down in the tube station at midnight
> Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Another fave
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosy days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
but I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.
Jocyber
without crapping on in a ten to the doz fash.
There's something intriguing in the lyrics people post, something
running deeper than just a song they like, for they would not like it
if it meant nothing to them...
They are an intensely personal thing...particularly on Usenet where
words are your only portal to a person's soul.
God I'm bored.
Dozier
>
> They are an intensely personal thing...particularly on Usenet where
> words are your only portal to a person's soul.
>
Looking through her red box of memories
Faded I'm sure
But love seems to stick in her veins you know
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord
Why can't you see
That nature has its way of warning me
Eyes open wide
Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord
Sinking fast within a boat without a hull
My lord
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side
Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think you should know by now
By now
By now
By now
By now
By now
Oh, by now
Oh, by now
Oh, by now
Oh, by now
Jocyber
Yer still a tosser.
;)
>
>
Dozier
Jocyber
Dozier
>
> Yer no problem!
>
Just for *you*!
Yes
It's been long
And yes
I still feel strong
Into the half light
Another velvet morning for me, yeah
Time
Stands still
As you take
Your last pill
Into the half light
Another velvet morning for me
And now I'm trying to tell you
About my life
And my tongue is twisted
And more dead than alive
And my feelings
They've always been betrayed
And I was born a little damaged man
And look what they paid
I said, don't you find
That it's lonely to ???
Your alone ???
And life is a game
You've tried
And life is a game
You're tired
Yes
I'm coming down
Your beauty is
A colour surround
Into the half light
Another velvet morning for me
And now I'm trying to tell you
About my life
And my tongue is twisted
And more dead than alive
And my feelings
My feelings, they've been betrayed
And I was born a little damaged man
And look what they made
He said, don't you find
That it's lonely the ???
You walked in alone
And life is a game
You've tried
And life is a game
You're tired
And life is a game
You've tried
Jocyber
> I still feel strong
Just for ~you~!
When you're weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all (all)
I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you (ooh)
I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Dozier
> Dozier <Doz...@who.org.uk> wrote
> > I still feel strong
>
> Just for ~you~!
>
> When you're weary, feeling small
> When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all (all)
> I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough
> And friends just can't be found
>
My mind is caught up in a whirlpool
Dragging me down
Time will tell if I'll take the homeward track
Dizziness will make my feet walk back
Walk right back to you
chorus:
Everything I do, I think of you
No matter how I try, I can't get by
These circles, leading me back to you
Round and around and around and around and around
and around and around and around and around
And round and round like a fool I go
Down and down in the pool I go
Dragging me down
(chorus)
There one thing could kill the pain of losing you
But it gets me so dizzy then I'm walking right back again
Back to you
Time will tell if these dreams are nearly fact
Don't know why I left, I'm coming back
Dozier
> I love posting lyrics. It's a kind of way to show how you feel
> without crapping on in a ten to the doz fash.
>
> There's something intriguing in the lyrics people post, something
> running deeper than just a song they like, for they would not like it
> if it meant nothing to them...
>
represent the route your life took,
and the reason I come back to post?
Just been listening to the radio and the track Driving In My Car by Madness
which has reminded me I need to do some work on my car, so I'm off!
Julie On My Mind (Campbell, The Fabulous Prince Buster)
---------------------------
Softly, she stared right into my mind
And then she's gone leaving me behind
Will she always be a dream to me?
Or will I wake and find
That she's really real and it's Julie on my mind
Morning brings me another day
When I see her, what will I say?
Julie, look at me, Julie, can't you see
Why are your eyes so blind?
Yes it's only you, it's Julie on my mind
Julie, it's you that I see in all my dreams
But then it seems you disappear and leave me waiting there
And I've been waiting such a long, long time
Will she ever say that she'll be mine?
Or am I to blame for this waiting game
Because I just can't find the right words to say
And it's Julie on my mind
Jocyber
> she stared right into my mind
And now, it's all the same to me,
So be whatever you want to be,
And go wherever you need to go.
And when it all seems like a mistake,
Take whatever you need to take,
And leave the rest for my own sake.
I will always,
Go beside you,
You will always,
Understand.
And now, it's all the same to me,
So be whatever you want to be,
And go wherever you need to go.
And when there's nothing left behind,
Taken whatever you needed to,
And leave it all into my mind.
I will always,
Go beside you,
You will always,
Understand.
Dozier
"Jocyber" <emp...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:a8kkdu$t6bei$1...@ID-127478.news.dfncis.de...Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened your face
Of melting snow?
Now it looks like this!
And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming 'round
...don't let the bastards grind you down
No nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd hit out
If you only knew who to hit
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'Cos I need it now
To take the cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I can't let you go
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
...don't let the bastards grind you down
What are we going to do now it's all been said?
No new ideas in the house, and every book has been read
Solo
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
You can build
And I can will
And you can call
I can't wait until
You can stash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
I know that the tide is turning 'round
...don't let the bastards grind you down
Jocyber
> So dream out loud
there is a child sleeping near his twin
the pictures go wild in a rush of wind
that dark angel he is shuffling in
watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled
the love you lost with her skin so fair
is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
her green eyes bloom goodbyes
with her head in her hands and your kiss on the lips of another
dream brother
with your tears scattered round the world.
don't be like the one who made me so old
don't belie the one who left behind his name
'cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
and nobody ever came
I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
your eyes to the ground
and the world spinning round forever
asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Dozier
> and nobody ever came
>
This whole country is scared of failure.
My head keeps trying to sell me ambition.
But in my heart, I want self-respect.
There's a conflict.
Boy, I feel so outgunned today
But I'll get up and fight back, anyway
You and I aare not huge mainstream stars
But unlike them, we're really what we are
We got Main Street eyes
Watchin' as the big boys roll by
Under rotten television skies
We got Main Street eyes
I saw a kitten squashed in the street
I read about a plastic surgeon and his art collection.
We are played for suckers all the time
Phony rock and roll
It's a crime
I don't want to dip myself in trash
I don't want to give myself for cash
We got Main Street eyes
Tryin' to do what's decent with our lives
Under funny television skies
We got Main Street eyes
Walkin' around sometimes
I see a tension under the surface
People are just about ready to explode.
So hold me, and trust me
I love you, don't worry.
Keep your Main Street eyes.
Jocyber
> But I'll get up and fight back, anyway
And when she blows the candle flame to smoke
She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road
You may know what I am
But who I am you don't know
She'll run across the mustard dust sand
Scream down the wind
And the sea is in a cold
Like when in holiday homes
And houses like sweet confectionary
And sandcastles and drinking wine
Hungry dinners perfectly timed
And mother and father glowing young
Happy to be each other together
When she blows the candle out
She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head
The day that went the way of every day
But tomorrow she'll fly a plane
Over the fields where the houses aren't built yet
She smiled sweetly across the room
Through the lunch time smoke
And I loved her for a second
And discarded the queen I know
How sweetness turns sour
And leaves they turn to brown
And then to earth and dust
And settle in this town
You get blown away
You get blown away
You get blown away
And when she blows the candle flame to smoke
She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road
You may know what I am
But who I am you don't know
She'll run across the mustard dust sand
Scream down the wind
And the sea is in a cold
Like when in holiday homes
And houses like sweet confectionary
And sandcastles and drinking wine
Hungry dinners perfectly timed
She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke
And I loved her for a second
And discarded the queen and I know
When men are being little boys again
And women cruel step mothers of old
And this is the invention
The adventure of my own
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
Dozier
>
> But who I am you don't know
>
These girls are tired of being abused
I saw it ull in a dream last night
They'll be baving this town if you don't treat 'em right
They'll get up
Get up and get out
I wonder Buster if you've heard the word
My little baby's gonna give you the bird
You can check this information on the radio show
Digging that chick little Eva singing "Locomotion"
She's the kind of girl who wants to know
Your deepest secret world
I'm wondering fellas if you've heard the news
The chicks are sick and tired of being abused
Now I saw all this on the wide screen
You know that chick Bette Davis split right out of the scene
She got up She got up
Get up and get out
She got up She got up
Get up and get out
She's the kind of girl who wants to know
Your deepest secret world
Jocyber
> Your deepest secret world
Couple of guys sittin' around drinkin'
Down at the Starlight Bar
One of 'em says you know
I've been thinking
Other one says, that won't get you too far
He says, this your life and welcome to it
It's just workin' and drinkin' and dreams
Ad on TV says "Just do it"
Hell if I know what that means
The secret of life is a good cup of coffee
The secret of life is keep your eye on the ball
The secret of life is a beautiful woman
And Marilyn stares down from the barroom wall
You and me we're just a couple of zeros
Just a couple of down-and-outs
But movie stars and football heroes
What have they got to be unhappy about?
So they turn to the bartender,
"Sam, what do you think?
What's the key that unlocks that door?"
Sam don't say nothin' just wipes off the bar
And he pours them a couple more
'Cause the secret of life is in Sam's martinis
The secret of life is in Marilyn's eyes
The secret of life is in
Monday night football
Rolling Stones records and mom's apple pies
Sam looks up from his Sunday paper
Says, boys you're on the wrong track
The secret of life is there ain't no secret
And you don't get your money back (hey)
The secret of life is gettin' up early
The secret of life is stayin' up late
The secret of life is try not to hurry
But don't wait...don't wait
The secret of life is a good cup of coffee
The secret of life is keep your eye on the ball
The secret of life is to find the right woman
The secret of life is nothin' at all
(oh nothin' at all)
The secret of life
Couple of guys sittin' around drinkin'
Down at the Starlight Bar
One of 'em says you know I've been thinkin'
Other one says, that won't get you too far
That won't get you too far
Brutus Crombie
>
> Don't know why I left, I'm coming back
>
Dozier
"Brutus Crombie" <brutus@Pork_Pie_Hat.net> wrote in message
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sTuFf
> She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
> And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road
> You may know what I am
> But who I am you don't know
This has got to be one of my fave songs. So much in it.
Striking out, being happy etc etc.
sTuFf
sTuFf
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe,
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colourless
place.
We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres,
Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac,
People have no use for - amongst the smouldering embers of
yesterday.
And when or if the sun shines,
Lighting our once beautiful features,
We'll smile but only for seconds,
For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life,
A brave but useless show of compassion,
And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world.
Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind,
The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war -
The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities -
councils call homes.
And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen,
The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs,
The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles,
We'll sit and probably hold hands.
And watch the rain fall - watch it - watch it -
Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -
Like our lives - like our lives -
Just like our lives.
We'll talk about the old days,
When the wasteland was release when we could play,
And think - without feeling guilty -
Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands.
Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -
Like our lives - like our lives -
Exactly like our lives.
sTuFf
Jocyber
news:139804c6.02041...@posting.google.com...
I want it at my funeral.
>
> sTuFf
Jocyber
sTuFf <stuff...@yahoo.co.uk> wrote
> Meet me on the wastelands
Do you remember that song you started to write? Ages and ages ago?
It was fucking brill...but I think you'd only done one or two
verses...all I recall was a milk bottle on the step? Or something?
My memory is pants.
D.Martens
>
> It's just workin' and drinkin' and dreams
I'd like to build a house
Without any walls
An open paradise
With a waterfall
Life is quite detestable
For some with feeble minds
Who always make the mistake of being someone else
I always make the mistake of being myself
I'd like to make a friend
Without any flaws
Who takes me for what I am
And nothing more
Life must be incredible
For those who stay out late
And always make the mistake of being someone else
I always make the mistake of being myself
They always make the mistake of being someone else
I always make the mistake of being myself
Life must be incredible
For those who stay out late
And always make the mistake of being someone else
I always make the mistake of being myself
They always make the mistake of being someone else
I always make the mistake of being myself
Jocyber
> I still feel strong
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.
Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.
You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.
The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.
Old Git
Wow! I love that song. REM rocks!
Doh! now I'm gonna have to find my CD
Jocyber
> Wow! I love that song.
It's not as good as "At My Most Beautiful" but I couldn't find the
lyrics :(
Old Git
Well find the MP3 send to me and I will get my fingers working :-)
Or preferably you could just tell me what albulm it's on
Dozier
> You, I thought you knew me
Many a tear has to fall, but it's all in the game
All in a wonderful game that we know as 'love'
You had words with him, and your future's looking kind of dim
But these things your heart can rise above
Once in a while, he won't call, but it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there at your side with a sweet bouquet
Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away, come on, sing this song...
Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
Your heart, your heart will fly away
Your heart, your heart will fly away
It's all in the game, a game called love
It's all in the game, a game called love...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fuck and was on me way to Skaville.
Jocyber
> Well find the MP3 send to me and I will get my fingers working :-)
> Or preferably you could just tell me what albulm it's on
Alternatively, I could look...
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
into your machine
I save your messages
just to hear your voice
you always listen carefully
to awkward rhymes
you always say your name
like I wouldn't know it's you,
at your most beautiful
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
at my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes secretly
with every one, whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you're closed eye watching me,
listening
I thought I saw a smile
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
D.Martens
REM: At My Most Beautiful
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
into your machine
I save your messages
just to hear your voice.
you always listen carefully
to awkwards rhymes.
you always say your name.
like I woulden't know it's you,
at your most beautiful.
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
at my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes secretly.
with every one, whisper I love you.
I let you sleep.
I know you're closed eye watching me,
listening.
I thought I saw a smile.
D.Martens
Jocyber
news:101934737...@triton.uk.clara.net...
:ox
>
>
Old Git
Cheers man!
Old Git
he he thanks!
Old Git
"D.Martens" <Martens@Oi!.Oi!.Oi!.uk> wrote in message
I will say nothing
D.Martens
:ox
Jocyber
> Two minutes. Two fucking minutes!
I'll be back!
Jocyber
news:a9t01j$6ml$1...@news8.svr.pol.co.uk...
Did you get the mp3?
>
>
Jocyber
> Soon he'll be there at your side with a sweet bouquet
I hear him, before I go to sleep
And focus on the day that's been.
I realise he's there,
When I turn the light off and turn over.
Nobody knows about my man.
They think he's lost on some horizon.
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I've never known before,
Telling me about the sea,
All his love, 'til eternity.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
He's very understanding,
And he's so aware of all my situations.
And when I stay up late,
He's always waiting, but I feel him hesitate.
Oh, I'm so worried about my love.
They say, "No, no, it won't last forever."
And here I am again, my girl,
Wondering what on Earth I'm doing here.
Maybe he doesn't love me.
I just took a trip on my love for him.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
> Fuck and was on me way to Skaville.
And I had only just got back.
D.Martens
"Jocyber" <emp...@hotmail.com> wrote in message news:a9u31j$66vds$1...@ID-127478.news.dfncis.de...
> D.Martens <Martens@Oi!.Oi!.Oi!.uk> wrote
> > Two minutes. Two fucking minutes!
>
> I'll be back!
>
alas the mystery always comes to an end and I come back to reality. :(
--
D.Martens
Neither have the heart to stay
Nor wit enough to run away.
Dozier
"Jocyber" <emp...@hotmail.com> wrote in message news:a9uubn$6fl3i$1...@ID-127478.news.dfncis.de...
>> The man with the child in his eyes.
>
Everybody knows it's true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anybody's point of view
Nobody can break their bondage
Everyone can feel their chains
But even in my life I knew you found your sight
And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me
Who can I be now? You found me
Who can I be? Fell apart, you found me
Now can I be now? You found me
Now can I be real?
Can I be real? (somebody real)
Hmmm, if it's all a vast creation
Putting on a face that's new
Someone has to see, a role for him and me
Someone might as well be you
Up in heaven, any angel
Writes a special game to play
Oh-oh, could we, could we make a star to snatch their angels, boy
Played your role for every day
Please help me
Who can I be now? You found me
Who can I be? Fell apart, you found me
Now can I be now? You found me
Now can I be real? Can I be?
Who can I be now? You found me
Who can I be? Fell upon, you found me
Now can I be now? You found me
Now can I, can I be real? Can I be real?
Can I be real? Can I be?
(Who) can I be?
Yeah, yeah
(Now) Yeah, can I be (now)?
You found me
(Now) can I be free?
Can I...
> > Fuck and was on me way to Skaville.
>
> And I had only just got back.
>
Was the journey worth repeating?
Jocyber
> "Jocyber" <emp...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:a9u31j$66vds$1...@ID-127478.news.dfncis.de...
> > D.Martens <Martens@Oi!.Oi!.Oi!.uk> wrote
> > > Two minutes. Two fucking minutes!
> >
> > I'll be back!
> >
> I like to lose myself in a mystery of my own making and promised
myself I will never return, but
> alas the mystery always comes to an end and I come back to reality.
:(
Mystery is buried deep within the eye of your beholder. The mystery
is deep.
Optional Identity
<emp...@hotmail.com> took up arms against the status quo by uttering
:
Are you always this deep?
:)
Jocyber
news:1sv7cugv1osgsperp...@4ax.com...
No. I is mostly as shallow as a puddle in a drought. But for D...I
make exceptions.
> :)
And don't be givin' me any a them sarky smilies, eever.
Optional Identity
>Optional Identity <Troll4U...@meow.org> wrote in message
>news:1sv7cugv1osgsperp...@4ax.com...
>> On Mon, 22 Apr 2002 09:36:17 +0100, in alt.fan.scarecrow "Jocyber"
>> <emp...@hotmail.com> took up arms against the status quo by
>uttering
>> :
>>
>> >D.Martens <Martens@Oi!.Oi!.Oi!.uk> wrote
>> >> "Jocyber" <emp...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
>> >news:a9u31j$66vds$1...@ID-127478.news.dfncis.de...
>> >> > D.Martens <Martens@Oi!.Oi!.Oi!.uk> wrote
>> >> > > Two minutes. Two fucking minutes!
>> >> >
>> >> > I'll be back!
>> >> >
>> >> I like to lose myself in a mystery of my own making and promised
>> >myself I will never return, but
>> >> alas the mystery always comes to an end and I come back to
>reality.
>> >:(
>> >
>> >Mystery is buried deep within the eye of your beholder. The
>mystery
>> >is deep.
>> >
>> Are you always this deep?
>
>No. I is mostly as shallow as a puddle in a drought. But for D...I
>make exceptions.
That's sweet. You two have my blessing.
>> :)
>
>And don't be givin' me any a them sarky smilies, eever.
>
Who? Moi?
I think not.
Jocyber
Did your blessing need airing or summat?
D.Martens
"Jocyber" <emp...@hotmail.com> wrote in message news:aa0i2a$6qfeb$1...@ID-127478.news.dfncis.de...
--
D.Martens
It is sadly impossible
For wealth and a good name.
Jocyber
> The flesh is weak, but I like to think my mind is strong
And keeps you from falling, so long...so long.
> and I can hold my head up when needed.
Like after 11 pints of lager? I find that incredibly hard.
Dozier
>
> No. I is mostly as shallow as a puddle in a drought. But for D...I
> make exceptions.
>
Optional Identity
It doesn't get out much, that's for sure.