Resonant Lyrics

A song my daughter wrote, composed and performed. Unfortunately it’s nowhere on the web to be able to post a link, it has a haunting tune :?

An open heart
In which desire burns
Wide eyed worship of the love you yearn
15 minutes until the glory of fame
15 minutes to run from the pain
Hold your brother with exaggerated trust
Seduce your lover with a glorified lust
You have to reach
To raise the stars
Move your face
And hide those scars
It’s great relief
Confessions so pure
Pure as the powder
You need it to cure
Whisers of fate
Breathing down your neck
Is it the darkenss
That you forget

What a life to live
What a world to see
So much more you’ll find
So much more in me

They want you
To touch you
To taste you
To free you
My heart aches
My head spins
What’s real
I’m dreaming
Tearing my
Soul in two
To taste you
To feel you
Tears falling
Skin crawling
I want you
I need you

What a life to live
What a world to see
So much more you’ll find
So much more in me

My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

@jen_jen wrote:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJdYQhLohG8

My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been
And I can’t hide the marks, but it’s not a negative thing
So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes
I’m learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart, carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

I found your finger prints on a glass of wine
Do you know your leaving them all over this heart of mine too
If I never take this leap of faith I’ll never know
So I’m learning to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you
Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you

So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart, carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart, carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

I bruise easily
I bruise easily

I love that song so much. Thanks for posting :)

Good evening, I’m from Essex
in case you couldn’t tell
my given name is Dickie,
I come from Billericay
and I’m doing very well

Had a love affair with Nina
in the back of my cortina
a seasoned up hyena
could not have been more obscener
she took me to the cleaners
and other misdemeanours
but I got right up between her
rum and her ribena

Well, you ask Joyce and Vicki
if candy-floss is sticky
I’m not a bleedin’ ficky
I’m Billericay Dickie
and I’m doing very well

I bought a lot of brandy
when I was courting Sandy
took eight to make her randy
and all I had was shandy
another thing with Sandy
what often came in handy
was passing her a ‘mandy’
she didn’t half go bandy

So you ask Joyce and Vicki
if I ever took the mickey
I’m not a flipping thicky
I’m Billericay Dickie
and I’m doing very well

I’d rondez-vouz with Janet
quite near the Isle of Thanet
she looked more like a gannet
she wasn’t half a prannet
her mother tried to ban it
her father helped me plan it
and when I captured Janet
she bruised her pomegranate

So you ask Joyce and Vicki
if I ever shaped up tricky
I’m not a blooming thicky
I’m Billericay Dickie
and I’m doing very well

You should never hold a candle
If you don’t know where it’s been
the jackpot is in the handle
on a normal fruit machine

So you ask Joyce and Vicki
who’s their blinkin’ brickie
I’m not a common ficky
I’m Billericay Dickie
and I’m doing very well

I know a lovely old toe-rag
obliging and noblesse
kindly, charming shag
from Shoeburyness

My given name is Dickie
I come from Billericay
I thought you’d never guess

So you ask Joyce and Vicki
a pair of squeaky chickies
I’m not a flamin’ ficky
I’m Billericay Dickie
and I’m doing very well

Oh golly, oh gosh come
and lie on the couch
with a nice bit of posh
from Burnham-on-Crouch

My given name is Dickie,
I come from Billericay
and I ain’t a slouch

So you ask Joyce and Vicki
about Billericay Dickie
I ain’t an effin’ ficky
you ask Joyce and Vicki
and I’m doing very well.

To wish impossible things… The Cure

remember how it used to be
when the sun would fill up the sky
remember how we used to feel
those days would never end
those days would never end

remember how it used to be
when the stars would fill the sky
remember how we used to dream
those nights would never end
those nights would never end

it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish
impossible things

but now the sun shines cold
and all the sky is grey
the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
and all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away

all i wish
is gone away

for a dear friend