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    Baby, I’ve been waiting,
    I’ve been waiting
    Night and day
    I didn’t see the time,
    I waited half my life away
    There were lots of invitations
    And I know you sent me some,
    But I was waiting
    For the miracle,
    For the miracle to come

    I know you really loved me
    but, you see,
    my hands were tied
    I know it must have hurt you,
    it must have hurt your pride
    to have to stand
    beneath my window
    with your bugle
    and your drum,
    and me I’m up there waiting
    for the miracle,
    for the miracle to come

    Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
    You wouldn’t like it here
    There ain’t no entertainment
    and the judgements are severe
    The Maestro says it’s Mozart
    but it sounds like bubble gum
    when you’re waiting
    for the miracle,
    for the miracle to come

    Waiting for the miracle
    There’s nothing left to do
    I haven’t been this happy
    since the end of World War II

    Nothing left to do
    when you know
    that you’ve been taken
    Nothing left to do
    when you’re begging for a crumb
    Nothing left to do
    when you’ve got to go on waiting
    waiting for the miracle to come

    I dreamed about you, baby
    It was just the other night
    Most of you was naked
    Ah but some of you was light
    The sands of time were falling
    from your fingers and your thumb,
    and you were waiting
    for the miracle,
    for the miracle to come

    Ah baby, let’s get married,
    We’ve been alone too long
    Let’s be alone together
    Let’s see if we’re that strong
    Yeah let’s do something crazy,
    Something absolutely wrong
    While we’re waiting
    For the miracle,
    for the miracle to come

    Nothing left to do …

    When you’ve fallen
    on the highway
    and you’re lying
    in the rain,
    and they ask you
    how you’re doing
    of course you’ll say
    you can’t complain —
    If you’re squeezed
    for information,
    that’s when you’ve got to
    play it dumb:
    You just say
    you’re out there waiting
    for the miracle,
    for the miracle to come

    Ah baby, let’s get married,
    We’ve been alone too long…

    this song will always hold special meaning for me, as will the person that first introduced me to it.

    #139013

    Loaded like a freight train
    Flyin’ like an aeroplane
    Feelin’ like a space brain
    One more time tonight

    Well I’m a west coast struttin’
    One bad mother
    Got a rattlesnake suitcase
    Under my arm
    Said I’m a mean machine
    Been drinkin’ gasoline
    And honey you can make my motor hum
    Well I got one chance left
    In a nine live cat
    I got a dog eat dog sly smile
    I got a Molotov cocktail with a match to go
    I smoke my cigarette with style
    An I can tell you honey
    You can make my money tonight

    Wake up late honey put on your clothes
    Take your credit card to the liquor store
    That’s one for you and two for me by tonight
    I’ll be loaded like a freight train
    Flyin’ like an aeroplane
    Feelin’ like a space brain
    One more time tonight

    I’m on the nightrain
    Bottoms up
    I’m on the nightrain
    Fill my cup
    I’m on the nightrain
    Ready to crash and burn
    I never learn
    I’m on the nightrain
    I love that stuff
    I’m on the nightrain
    I can never get enough
    I’m on the nightrain
    Never to return – no

    Loaded like a freight train
    Flyin’ like an aeroplane
    Speedin’ like a space brain
    One more time tonight

    I’m on the nightrain
    And I’m lookin’ for some
    I’m on the nightrain
    So’s I can leave this slum
    I’m on the nightrain
    And I’m ready to crash an’ burn
    Nightrain
    Bottoms up
    I’m on the nightrain
    Fill my cup
    I’m on the nightrain

    Whoa yeah
    I’m on the nightrain
    Love that stuff
    I’m on the nightrain
    An I can never get enough
    Ridin’ the nightrain
    I guess I
    I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn

    On the nightrain
    Float me home
    Ooh I’m on the nightrain
    Ridin’ the nightrain
    Never to return
    Nightrain

    Guns ‘n’ Roses ~ Night Train

    #139014

    Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
    Ni Le Bien Qu’on M’a Fait, Ni Le Mal
    Tout Ca M’est Bien Egal
    Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
    C’est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe

    Avec Mes Souvenirs J’ai Allume Le Feu
    Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
    Je N’ai Plus Besoin D’eux
    Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
    Balaye Pour Toujours
    Je Reparas A Zero

    Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
    Ni Le Bien Qu’on M’a Fait, Ni Le Mal
    Tout Ca M’est Bien Egal
    Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
    Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies
    Aujourd’hui Ca Commence Avec Toi

    #139015

    MERD!!!!

    #139016

    I’ve a dream, silver dream machine.
    Here am I, I’m going for another try,
    Flying high, I’ve got a lot of love inside.
    Is there love enough now to get me through?
    Yeah, I know now where I’m going to –
    Not to lose now but to win;
    Tell me, how do I begin?
    I’ve a dream, silver dream machine.

    Well, alright, I’ve got a lot of love to try,
    ‘Cos love is the thing,
    And freedom is the word I sing.
    Is there force now, yeah, to get us through?
    Yeah, it’s deep in me and it’s deep in you –
    Not to lose now but to win,
    Tell me how do I begin?
    I’ve a dream, silver dream machine;
    Silver dream, silver dream machine.
    Is there love enough now to get me through?
    Yeah, I know now where I’m going to –
    Not to lose now but to win;
    Tell me how do I begin?
    I’ve a dream, silver dream machine;
    Silver dream, silver dream machine;
    Silver dream, silver dream machine.

    David Essex ~ Silver Dream Machine

    #139017

    Breathe, breathe in the air
    Don’t be afraid to care
    Leave, but don’t leave me
    Look around
    Choose your own ground

    Long you live and high you fly
    And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
    And all you touch and all you see
    Is all your life will ever be

    Run, rabbit run
    Dig that hole, forget the sun
    And when at last the work is done
    Don’t sit down
    It’s time to dig another one

    For long you live and high you fly
    But only if you ride the tide
    And balanced on the biggest wave
    You race towards an early grave

    pink floyd kick ass 8)

    #139018

    I’ve heard there was a secret chord
    That david played and it pleased the lord
    But you don’t really care for music, do you?
    It goes like this
    The fourth, the fifth
    The minor fall, the major lift
    The baffled king composing hallelujah

    Hallelujah

    Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
    You saw her bathing on the roof
    Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
    She tied you
    To a kitchen chair
    She broke your throne, she cut your hair
    And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

    Hallelujah

    Baby I’ve been here before, I know this room
    I’ve walked this floor
    I used to live alone before I knew you
    I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
    Love is not a victory march
    It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

    Hallelujah

    There was a time you let me know
    What’s really going on below
    But now you never show it to me, do you?
    I remember when I moved in you
    And the holy dove was moving too
    And every breath we drew was hallelujah

    Hallelujah

    Maybe there’s a God above, all I ever learned from love
    Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you
    And it’s not a cry you can hear at night
    It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
    It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    #139019

    It was Christmas Eve babe
    In the drunk tank
    An old man said to me, won’t see another one
    And then he sang a song
    The Rare Old Mountain Dew
    I turned my face away
    And dreamed about you

    Got on a lucky one
    Came in eighteen to one
    I’ve got a feeling
    This year’s for me and you
    So happy Christmas
    I love you baby
    I can see a better time
    When all our dreams come true

    They’ve got cars big as bars
    They’ve got rivers of gold
    But the wind goes right through you
    It’s no place for the old
    When you first took my hand
    On a cold Christmas Eve
    You promised me
    Broadway was waiting for me

    You were handsome
    You were pretty
    Queen of New York City
    When the band finished playing
    They howled out for more
    Sinatra was swinging,
    All the drunks they were singing
    We kissed on a corner
    Then danced through the night

    The boys of the NYPD choir
    Were singing “Galway Bay”
    And the bells were ringing out
    For Christmas day

    You’re a bum
    You’re a punk
    You’re an old slut on junk
    Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
    You scumbag, you maggot
    You cheap lousy faggot
    Happy Christmas your a*rse
    I pray God it’s our last

    I could have been someone
    Well so could anyone
    You took my dreams from me
    When I first found you
    I kept them with me babe
    I put them with my own
    Can’t make it all alone
    I’ve built my dreams around you

    #139020

    Let the grasses grow
    and the waters flow in a free and easy way
    But give me enough of the rare old stuff
    that’s made near Galway Bay
    Come gangers all from Donegal,
    Sligo and Leitrim too
    Oh, we’ll give ’em a slip
    and we’ll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

    thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

    There’s a neat little still at the foot of the hill,
    where the smoke curls up to the sky
    By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell,
    that there’s poitín, boys, close by
    For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
    and betwixt both me and you
    As home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
    or a bucketful of mountain dew

    thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

    Now learned men as use the pen,
    have writ the praises high
    Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green,
    distilled from wheat and rye
    Away with yer pills, it’ll cure all ills,
    be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
    So take off your coat
    and grease your throat with a bucketful of mountain dew

    thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
    thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

    The Rare Old Mountain Dew

    If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
    Then maybe at the closing of your day;
    You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh,
    And see the sun go down on Galway Bay,
    Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
    The women in the meadows making hay;
    And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
    And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play,
    For the breezes blowing o’er the seas from Ireland,
    Are perfum’d by the heather as they blow;
    And the women in the uplands diggin’ praties,
    Speak a language that the strangers do not know,
    For the strangers came and tried to teach their way,
    They scorn’d us just for being what we are;

    But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
    Or light a penny candle from a star.
    And if there is going to be a life hereafter,
    And somehow I am sure there’s going to be;
    I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
    In that dear land across the Irish sea.

    Galway Bay

    #139021

    :lol: nicely tied in pikey :D

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