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14 December, 2005 at 6:23 am #139012
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 comeI 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 comeAh 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 comeWaiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do
I haven’t been this happy
since the end of World War IINothing 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 comeI 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 comeAh 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 comeNothing 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 comeAh 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.
17 December, 2005 at 2:20 am #139013Loaded like a freight train
Flyin’ like an aeroplane
Feelin’ like a space brain
One more time tonightWell 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 tonightWake 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 tonightI’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 – noLoaded like a freight train
Flyin’ like an aeroplane
Speedin’ like a space brain
One more time tonightI’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 nightrainWhoa 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 learnOn the nightrain
Float me home
Ooh I’m on the nightrain
Ridin’ the nightrain
Never to return
NightrainGuns ‘n’ Roses ~ Night Train
18 December, 2005 at 11:20 am #139014Non, 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 PasseAvec 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 ZeroNon, 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 Toi19 December, 2005 at 3:25 pm #139015MERD!!!!
22 December, 2005 at 11:20 am #139016I’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
22 December, 2005 at 10:47 pm #139017Breathe, breathe in the air
Don’t be afraid to care
Leave, but don’t leave me
Look around
Choose your own groundLong 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 beRun, 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 oneFor 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 gravepink floyd kick ass 8)
23 December, 2005 at 2:21 am #139018I’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 hallelujahHallelujah
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 hallelujahHallelujah
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 hallelujahHallelujah
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 hallelujahHallelujah
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 hallelujahHallelujah
Hallelujah23 December, 2005 at 7:30 am #139019It 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 youGot 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 trueThey’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 meYou 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 nightThe boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas dayYou’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 lastI 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 you23 December, 2005 at 8:59 am #139020Let 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 dewthiddle 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 deyThere’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 dewthiddle 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 deyNow 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 dewthiddle 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 deyThe 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
23 December, 2005 at 9:28 am #139021:lol: nicely tied in pikey :D
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