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Started by Vita Curator, September 28, 2006, 06:09:15 PM

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Vita Curator



Artist: Jason Mraz
Album: Tonight, Not Again
Title: Sleeping To Dream

And I
I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you and feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town
I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes
And they all fall down.

And as I lay me down tonight
I close my eyes
What, what a beautiful sight

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so tired
Of having to live without you
But I don't mind
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

I found myself in the riches
Your eyes, your lips, your hair and you were everywhere
I woke up in the ditches, I hit the light and I thought you might be here
But you were nowhere (you were nowhere)
Well You were nowhere

And as I lay me back to sleep
Lord I pray that I can keep

It's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night
Oh just a lullabye to keep from crying myself to sleep
Oh just a, just oh, just a little lullabye,

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so tired
Of having to live without you
And I'm so tired

Well I'm so, I'm tired
I'm falling, I'm so tired, I'm so tired

Unity is Strength. Knowledge is Power. Attitude is Everything.

Sibling Chatty

Lost in Her Lips

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)

Lost in her lips, I'm getting lost in her lips,
And losing track of conversation.
If Lewis and Clark had just discovered these lips,
The expedition would have ended up in Mexico, no!
Lost in her lips, downtown New York in her lips,
I try to lift my eyes with no success.
I got on with a transfer, and now I missed my stop;
The bus driver is waving, pointing me out to a cop.
What am I saying? It doesn't matter;
What is she saying? Why should I care?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips,
Failing to communicate?
Lost in her lips, I'm taking breakfast with her lips,
Scrambling my sentences and all.
Sitting at my table, there's coffee in my drink,
It's difficult to concentrate, impossible to think.
I ask them questions, to watch them answer;
Could you repeat that, so I might watch again?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips,
Failing to communicate, failing to communicate?
Lost in her lips, I'm getting lost in her lips,
And losing track of conversation.
If Lewis and Clark had just discovered these lips,
The expedition would have ended up in Mexico, no!
Lost in her lips, taking a bath with her lips,
In a porcelain tub, reading a book,
It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and there's music in the living room,
I've got nothing left to do but stare at these lips.
I ask them questions, to watch them answer;
Could you repeat that, so I might watch again?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips,
What could be more wonderful than staring at these lips,
Failing to communicate, failing to communicate, hey!

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Black Bart

Black "coffee" in bed

Squeeze

There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And there's ash in the pages
Now I've got myself lost
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye
With the way that you left me
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
And the joy of the pain
Now knowing I am single
They'll be fire in my eyes
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight

From the lips without passion
To the lips with a kiss
There's nothing of your love
That I'll ever miss
The stain on my notebook
Remain all that's left
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed

Now she's gone
And I'm back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed
She was only the Lighthouse Keeper's daughter, but she never went out at night

Kiyoodle the Gambrinous

Memories and old Cd's of living easy
Three o'clock bus stop; regards my elementary
I recall my sandy feet inside my car
Low tide, old airport had blessed me with my
Favorite scar
Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can be...
Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home
Bob and Pac with Billie stuffed inside my luggage
I'm a foreign man who doesn't speak the language
Words and sketches, notes on napkins underlined
In the lab still underneath L.A. and I'm asking why...
Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can be...
Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home
Grab my notebook, spill it on to 2 tape
And hit the 101, cuz we've just begun
To make your system shake, and
Perfect paragraphs in this letter
Explaining what I remember
House parties, green bottles and my friends
Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can be...
Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home
Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home!

Pepper - Back Home
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Vita Curator



Artist: Jackson Browne
Album: Running On Empty
Title: Running On Empty 

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five i was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where i'm running now,
i'm just running on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But i'm running behind

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine i was twenty-one and i called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road i'm on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But i'm running behind

Everyone i know, everywhere i go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If i can get you to smile before i leave

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that i used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes i see them running too

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But i'm running behind

Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but i'm running behind
You know i don't even know what i'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but i'm running behind

Unity is Strength. Knowledge is Power. Attitude is Everything.

Sibling Chatty

Here Comes The Sun/Beatles
   
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it's all right
It's all right
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Kiyoodle the Gambrinous

It's time to come away, my darling pretty
It's time to come away on the changing tide
Time to come away, darling pretty
And I need you darling by my side

Heal me with a smile, darling pretty
Heal me with a smile and a heart of gold
Carry me awhile, my darling pretty
Heal my aching heart and soul

Just like a castaway
Lost upon an endless sea
I saw you far away
Come to rescue me

Cast away the chains, darling pretty
Cast away the chains away behind
Take away my pain, my darling pretty
And the chains that once were yours and mine

There will come a day, darling pretty
There will come a day when hearts can fly
Love will find a way, my darling pretty
Find a heaven for you and I
Love will find a way, my darling pretty
Find a heaven for you and I

Mark Knopfler - Darling Pretty
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Aphos

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that Id like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
Id save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That youre the one I want to go
Through time with

Jim Croce - Time In A Bottle
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Sibling Chatty

If Wishes Were Horses

(as recorded by Kenny Rogers and the First Edition)

If wishes were horses then beggars would ride,
On clouds of white stallions with bright fiery eyes,
Chasing stars into corners of yesterday's skies,
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride.

Where life was a game and good fun was the prize,
Where love was the bunny that lived down the street,
and pain was no rootbeer or cookies to eat.
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride...
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Vita Curator

Title: Ghost Story
Artist: Sting

And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow I must have loved you

What is the force that binds the stars
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide
I never could find a place to hide

What moves the Earth around the sun
What could I do but run and run and run
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail

The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking
Another day begins and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention

You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
A buried treasure

If this was all correct
The last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confess: I must have loved you





Unity is Strength. Knowledge is Power. Attitude is Everything.

Kiyoodle the Gambrinous

All you have to do is run away
And steal yourself from me
Become a mystery to gaze into
You're so cruel in all you do
But still I believe, I believe in you

So may you come with your own knives
You'll never take me alive
With all the force of what is true
Is there nothing I can do?

I cant go on, digging roses from you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, you'll find me

Smashing Pumpkins - Behold! The Night Mare
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Sibling Chatty

Willow, Weep for Me

By Ann Ronell, as performed by Billie Holiday

Willow weep for me
Willow weep for me
Bent your branches down along the ground and cover me
Listen to my plea
Hear me willow and weep for me

Gone my lovely dreams
Lovely summer dreams
Gone and left me here
To weep my tears along the stream
Sad as I can be
Hear me willow and weep for me

Whisper to the wind and say thay love has sinned
To leave my heart a sign
And crying alone
Murmur to the night
Hide her starry light
So none will find me sighing
Crying all alone

Weeping willow tree
Weeping sympathy
Bent your branches down along the ground and cover me
Listen to me plee
Hear me willow and weep for me
Willow
Willow
Weep for me

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Aphos

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

Kansas - Dust in Wind

--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Sibling Chatty

Steve walks warily down the street,
With the brim pulled way down low
Aint no sound but the sound of his feet,
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, Im gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think Im going to get along,
Without you, when youre gone
You took me for everything that I had,
And kicked me out on my own

Are you happy, are you satisfied
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat

Chorus

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him
When hes down
But Im ready, yes Im ready for you
Im standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating the sound of the beat

Queen--Another One Bites the Dust
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Sibling Kephra (Tansy)

Stupid

Night, lift up the shades
Let in the brilliant light of morning
But steady me now
For I am weak
And starving for mercy.
Sleep has left me alone
To carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong
It's all I can do to hang on
To keep me from falling into old farmilliar shoes.

Chorus:
How stupid could I be
A simpleton could see
That you're no good for me
But you're the only one I see.

Love has made me a fool
Set me on fire and watched as I floundered
Unable to speak
Except to cry out and wait for your answer.
But you come around in your time
Speaking of fabulous places
Create an oasis
That dries up as soon as you're gone
You leave me here burning in this desert without you.

Chorus

Everything changes, everything falls apart
I can't stand to feel myself losing control
But deep in my senses I know;

Chorus

- Sarah MacLaughlin
Insanity takes it's toll; please have correct change.