Amber

Pretending not to notice I gazed far outside a small window
The voice of an angel fills the sky Embraced by the wind
The noise reflected in your eyes can't hear a thing
Now it's just "a trick of sweet time" I whispered to the sky Around and round...
In the time left behind, I am now Les miserables
I loved you too much and you are now on the other side of the wall
Laughing softly
My feelings will never reach you... I'll put them in a sigh
Bathed in the cold wind
Imagining these feelings night after night
The melody I hum softly Is etched in time and disappears
I can't forget the sadness that will I can never go back
Even now I can't dye myself with these swaying emotions
and my body Is about to break...
Where can I go so that the sadness of being alone will disappear?

"I h a v e t o m o r r o w......"

Around and round...
In the time left behind, I am now Les miserables
I loved you too much
and you are now on the other side of the wall
Laughing softly
Les miserables

Falling deeply into an almost forgotten dream,
I am now Les miserables
I loved you too much
and you are now on the other side of the wall
Laughing softly
Todokanai kono omoi dake... toiki ni nose

Gackt's Mizerable single...

hypermelissa

When you're a part of America
There's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
And the rhetorical speaches of the Soviets
Mr. Kuschov say he will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It'd be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy
From upinheimers deadly toy
There is no monopoly of common sense
On the other side of th political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
There is no historical president
To put the words in the mouth of the president
There's no such thing as a winable war
It the lie we don't believe anymore
Mr. Regan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us: me and you
Is if the russians love their children too
I know...I'm pretty political...even though all this stuff happened over a decade ago and its not even about my country but still. Its really well thought out and to a good tune too.

Leto

Good lyrics Melissa and one IMO best songs of Stings

And now an oldie from 1975 :


I've done a lot, God knows I've tried
To find the truth, I've even lied
But all I know is down inside I'm bleeding.

And Super Heroes come to feast
To taste the flesh not yet deceased
And all I know is still the beast is feeding.

And crawling on the planet's face
Some insects called the human race
Lost in time, lost in space
And meaning.

Tsujigiri

This is my 2000th post, so I decided to mark it with the lyrics to a song which hold a special meaning.

This is probably what every father wants for his children, and was actually playing when I found out that my son was on his way

Lacedaemonian

An utterly crap song but congratz mate. I knew when you were spamming like a mad man you must have been near a land mark.

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Tsujigiri

And of course profoundly bored

Amber

Have to agree with Lacey Tsu :P

Tsujigiri

I often have to agree with him...he has a cricket bat with bits of glass stuck to it

Amber

Sounds Shaun of the Dead style nasty....

Lacedaemonian

More Frank Bruno off his meds.....

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Tsujigiri

Sounds about right

FelineEyes

I consider this to be my theme.
Animaiden and Anjana know why.

Autumn leaves are falling 'round us
Time to gather all those many thoughts
Of all the things that might have been
Or gained at such a cost

For some of us there's endless hoping
For some of us craziness too
Holding on to better reason
Works for me and you, You know it's true

And when the stakes are higher
Never play with fire
Leave it alone

I wandered through a country churchyard
And wondered what kind of life they led
Walked into a castle ruin
Of gentry that had fled

For some of them had endless hoping
Some of them crazy too
Holding on to better reasons
We'll never truely know

Those trees will tumble down
On a stormy day
And those leaves will fade away, fade away

The Autumn leaves are falling 'round us
I'm here to gather all my many thoughts
Of all the things that might have been
As the ground has turned to frost

Clannad - Autumn Leaves Are Falling

McMurphy

I'll take a break from quoting Ani DiFranco or Bob Dylan when kin topics in regards to lyrics come up, and go with one of my personal favorite Counting Crows tunes.

"Anna Begins"

'My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing

It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If that's what you mean

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget I am not worried
"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking I can't stop touching her and...

This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

But I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend, and I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing'

The Masterâ„¢

Not really prefound, but damn funny... Always makes me laugh... And laughing is good:

Oh, Sister Josephine
What do all these policemen mean
By coming to the convent in a grim limousine
After Sister Josephine?

While you, Sister Josephine
You sit with your boots up on the altar screen
You smoke one last cigar
What a funny nun you are

The policemen say that Josephine's a burglar in disguise
Big bad Norman - fifteen years on the run
The sisters disbelieve it: No, that can't be Josephine
Just think about her tenderness towards the younger nuns

Oh, Sister Josephine
They're searching the chapel where you've been seen
The nooks and the crannies of the nun's canteen
After Sister Josephine

While you, Sister Josephine
You sip one farewell Benedictine
Before your au revoir
A right funny nun you are

Admittedly her hands are big and hairy
And embellished with a curious tattoo
Admittedly her voice is on the deep side
And she seems to shave more often than the other sisters do

Oh, Sister Josephine
Founder of the convent pontoon team
They're looking through your bundles of rare magazines
After Sister Josephine

While you, Sister Josephine
You give a goodbye sniff of benzedrine
To the convent budgerigar
A bloody funny nun you are

No longer will her snores ring through the chapel during prayers
Nor her lustful moanings fill the stilly night
No more empty bottles of altar wine come clunking from her cell
No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright

Oh, Sister Josephine
Slipping through their fingers like vaseline
Leaving them to clutch your empty crinoline
After Sister Josephine

While you, Sister Josephine
Sprinting through the suburbs when last seen
Dressed only in your wimple and your rosary
A right funny nun you seem to be

Leto

cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation
a wave
wave

i've kissed mermaids, rode the el nino
walked the sand with the crustaceans
could find my way to mariana
on a wave of mutilation,
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation
wave

wave of mutilation
wave