Archive for August, 2007
Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
If he loved you
Like I love you
I would walk away in shame
I’d move town
I’d change my nameWhen he watches you
When he counts to buy your soul
On your hand his golden rings
Like he owns a bird that sings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
The priest has said my soul’s salvation
Is in the balance […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don’t have to sell your body to the nightRoxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
I loved you since I knew you
I […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despairI’ll send an SOS to the world
I’ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
He looked beneath his shirt today
There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
He turned around to face his mother
To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand
But the sword that cut him open
Was the sword in his mother’s handEvery […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
If you need somebody, call my name
If you want someone, you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
You got to lock it up and throw away the key
If you want to hold onto your possession
Don’t even think about meIf you love somebody, set them free
If it’s a mirror you want, just look […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
Now that I have found you
In the coolth of your evening smile
The shade of your parasol
And your love flows through me
Though I drink at your pool
I burn for you, I burn for
You and I are lovers
When night time folds around our bed
In peace we sleep entwined
And your love flows through me
Though an ocean soothes my […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime’s argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
I don’t take coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I’m an Englishman in New YorkSee me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I’m an Englishman in New York
I’m an alien I’m […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
¿Por que estan aqui, danzando solas?
¿Por que hay tristeza en sus miradas?
Hay soldados tambien
Ignoran su dolor
Porque desprecian el amor
Danzan con los muertos
Los que ya no estanAmores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus ni?os tambien
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad
Yo las vi, en silencio gritar
No hay otra manera de protestar
Si dijeran algo mas
Solo un […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
How can you say that you’re not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction, what should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocityDriven to tears
Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existance is reduced to a shallow meaningless party
Seems that when some innocent die
All we can offer […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man’s desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
How many of you people out there
Been hurt in some kind of love affair
And how many times do you swear that you’ll never love again?
How many lonely, sleepless nights
How many lies, how many fights
And why would you want to put yourself through all that again?
“Love is pain,” I hear you say
Love has a cruel and […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
It’s not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
Or I’ll be taken for a fool
It’s not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
I’ve been to every single book […]
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will […]
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