silversolitaire

Been listening to this song like mad this weekend. LOL Somehow I can't get it out of my head, so the best medicine against that, to me, is actually listening to it non-stop. That should cure it, I think. I suggest you should all go and listen to it. At your own risk! *g* That song is a magnificent comeback for Take That if you ask me.

Patience
by Take That

Just have a little patience
I'm still hurting from a love I lost
I'm feeling your frustration,
But any minute all the pain will stop
Just hold me close inside your arms tonight
Don't be too hard on my emotions

Cause I need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience

I really wanna start over again
I know you wanna be my salvation
The one that I can always depend
I'll try to be strong, believe me
I'm trying to move on
It's complicated but understand me

Cause I need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience, yeah

Have a little patience, yeah

Cause this scar runs so deep
It's been hard
But I have to believe

Have a little patience
Have a little patience

Cause I, I just need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience

Cause I need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little... patience

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Take That - Patience

( Cute video... )

And the lyrics to go with it. Fills me with ideas...

A quoi ça sert, l’amour?
by Edith Piaf
( What good is love? )

Current Mood: mellow

I Won't Send Roses
interpreted by Michael Feinstein

I won't send roses or hold the door;
I won't remember which suit you wore.
My heart is too much in control,
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you gray, kid, so stay away, kid.

Forget my shoulder when you're in need.
Forgetting birthdays is guaranteed.
And should I love you, you would be the last to know
I won't send roses and roses suit you so.

My pace is frantic my temper's cross;
With words romantic I'm at a loss.
I'd be the first one to agree
That I'm preoccupied with me
And it's inbred, kid so keep your head, kid.

In me you'll find things like guts and nerve,
But not the kind things that you deserve.
And so while there's a fighting chance just turn and go.
I won't send roses and roses suit you so.

Someone To Watch Over Me
interpreted by Michael Feinstein

There's a saying old says that love is blind.
Still we're often told, "Seek and ye shall find."
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind.
Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet;
He's the big affair I cannot forget.
Only man I ever think of with regret.
I'd like to add his initials to my monogram.
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longing to see.
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me.
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me.
Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome,
To my heart he carries the key.
Won't you tell him please to put on some speed,
Follow my lead. Oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me.

Current Mood: good

Murder by Numbers
by Sting

Once that you've decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
And if you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art

There really isn't any need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess

It's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC

Now if you have a taste for this experience
And you're flushed with your very first success
Then you must try a twosome or a threesome
And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less

Because murder is like anything you take to
It's a habit-forming need for more and more
You can bump off every member of your family
And anybody else you find a bore

Because it's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC

Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious
In history's great dark hall of fame
All our greatest killers were industrious
At least the ones that we all know by name

But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport of the elected
And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand

Because it's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your A B C D E

Current Mood: okay

Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then, I contradict myself;
(I am large—I contain multitudes.)

- Walt Whiteman, Leaves of Grass (1321-1324)

Current Mood: tired

Fairytale of New York
sung by Ronan Keating feat Moira Brennan

him her both

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 arse
I pray God it's our last

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

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

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

Nananananana
Nananananana
Nananananana...

I'm calling this the Tourette Carol... XD;

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Ronan Keating feat Moira Brennan - Fairytale of New York

Against All Odds
Phil Collins

How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh?
You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me,
When all I can do is watch you leave?
Cos we’ve shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Oh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around,
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
So many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, is all I can do and that’s what I've got to face

Take a good look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've gotta take

Take a look at me now

Current Mood: calm

Hurt
by NIN, sung by Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Current Mood: quiet

Creepin' Up On You
Darren Hayes

Creepin' up on you is the wrong thing to do
I found your address, got your phone number, too
Visit all the stores where you buy all your clothes
Been to secret places you think nobody knows

If I have to breathe without you
Nobody should...
I need to be around you
Watchin' you

No one else can love you like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right
If I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you
Creepin' up on you

I been hanging round all the places you haunt
Spying on your friends to find out what you want
Drinking from the glass that you left on the bar
Follow you around driving home in your car

Do I have to breathe without you?
'Cause nobody could
I need to be round you
Watching you

No one else can love you like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right
If I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you
Creepin' up on you

This must be wrong
It can't go on
This kind of thing
It's taking all my sanity and making a mockery
This must be wrong
It can't go on
So won't somebody free me from this misery
Bring my baby closer to me

No one else can love you like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right
If I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you
Creepin'

No one else can love you like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right
If I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you
Creepin' up on you

Current Mood: devious
Current Music: Darren Hayes - Creeping up on You

Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?

Current Mood: thoughtful

Old Friend
Michael Feinstein

Every time I've lost another lover
I call up my old friend
And I say, "Let's get together
I'm under the weather
Another love has come to an end."

And she listens while I tell her my sad story
And wonders at my taste in friends
And we ponder why I do it
And the pain of getting through it
And she laughs and says, "You'll do it again."

So we sit in a bar and talk 'till two
About life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through.
And love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.

And I ask her if her life is ever lonely
And if she ever feels despair
And she says she's learned to love it
'Cause it's really all part of it
And it helps her feel the good times
When they're there.

Yes, we sit in a bar and talk 'till two
About life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through.
And love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.

And we wonder if I'll live with any lovers
Or spend my life alone
And the bartender is dozin'
It's gettin' time for closin'
So we figure that I'll go it on my own.

But we'll meet the year we're sixty-two
And travel the world as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through.
And love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change

Love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.

Current Mood: calm

Folsom Prison Blues
by Johnny Cash

I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
On down to San Antone.

When I was just a baby,
My Mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns,"
But I shot a man in Reno,
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin',
In a fancy dining car,
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-movin',
And that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
Farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away.

Delilah Blue
Joshua Kadison

A cigarette burns itself out in a crushed up co'cola can ashtray.
In front of a busted up old mirror,
Delilah Blue is checking out his tired sachet.
Getting bored or just disappointed with his own reflection
he just waves it all away.
Taking to his good friend Black-Eyed Susan, he says,
"Maybe we should go out West?
Get a tan and fake the rest...
This ol' life is just a test,
just a test anyhow."
Then back to his own reflection he says,
"Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?"

The night manager of the Stardust Motel is banging louder
on number seven's door, saying,
"If you two queens don't pay up for all last week, you can't stay here no more."
And Delilah laughs as Black-Eyed Susan says, "Silly bitch is such a bore."
In a while they know she'll walk away,
it's just a drunken game she likes to play.
Besides, she knows they always pay.
They always pay somehow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?

"Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? What do we do now?
Magnolia memories fill my eyes and the sweet bird of youth done flown away
but don't let anybody ever say
this old dancer never had her day
'cause this old dancer always knew we'd make it through, Delilah Blue."

Delilah's in the bath tub now and it's Black-Eyed Susan's turn to ramble.
"The President of the United States is on TV
tellin' everybody the country's doin' fine.
Well, he must be talkin' 'bout some other country
cause honey, he sure as hell ain't talkin' 'bout mine.
Wish I could strut up to the White House steps in Shirley Temple drag and sing
'Brother can you spare a dime?'
Hey, Miss D, I could always pawn that Jayne Mansfield thing.
How much cash you think that old rag'd bring?
My ruby red dress I used to wear to sing
back when they'd whistle and they'd wow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?

CHORUS

"Does the year 2000 ever scare you 'cause it's comin' up so fast?
This getting older thing seems to be more about just learnin' how to last.
Flippin' through my old phone book, Delilah, all our mad, mad friends...
we were such a cast.
What do I keep this old dog-eared thing for?
Most our friends ain't even here no more.
I'm feeling lonely as a ghost town whore left still standin' up somehow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?"

With a towel turban on his head,
Delilah Blue appears in the golden aura of bathroom light.
"Tell you a little secret, Susan, I learned a long, long time ago.
It's kept me on my feet all these years, high heels too,
I got the strap marks to show.
You can take it or you can leave it, oh baby, guess I don't really know.
But it seems to me
between the blues we cannot name
and all the rage we try to tame
we're only pawns in our own game
Try not to let it wrinkle your pretty brow."
And just before he cuts the light,
he catches his own reflection in the mirror and smiles at the sight.
"Try not to let it wrinkle your pretty little brow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?

CHORUSx2

'Cause this old dancer thought she knew, we'd make it through,
oh, this old dancer thought she knew, Delilah Blue,
what do we do now?

Family Portrait
by Pink

Mama please stop cryin'
I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and it's
Tearing me down

I hear glasses breaking
As I sit up in my bed
I told God you didn't mean
Those nasty things you said
You fight about money
About me and my brother
And this I come home to
This is my shelter

It ain't easy, growin' up in WW3
Never knowin' what love could be
You'll see, I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has done my family

Can we work it out
Can we be a family
I promise I'll be better
Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out
Can we be a family
I promise I'll be better
Daddy please don't leave

Daddy please stop yelling
I can't stand the sound
Make mama stop cryin'
'Cause I need you around
My mama she loves you
No matter what she says is true
I know that she hurts you
But remember I love you too!

I ran away today, ran from the noise
Ran away (ran away)
Don't wanna go back to that place
But don't have no choice, no way

It ain't easy, growin' up in WW3
Never knowin' what love could be
But I've seen, I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has done my family

In our family portrait
We look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, let's act like it
Comes naturally
I don't wanna have to split the holidays I don't want two addresses
I don't want a stepbrother anyway
And I don't want my mom to have to change her last name!

Mama'll be nicer
I'll be so much better
I'll tell my brother
I won't spill the milk at dinner
I'll be so much better
I'll do everything right
I'll be your little girl forever
I'll go to sleep at night

Daddy don't leave... daddy don't leave

Current Mood: sad

Suspicious Minds
interpreted by Helmut Lotti

We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I'm saying?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die
'Cause honey, you know
I've never lied to you

Don't you know
We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I'm saying?

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Counting Crows - Colorblind

Don't Dream It's Over
Sixpence None The Richer

There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
Don't ever let them win

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Sixpence None The Richer - Don't Dream It's Over

I've been meaning to post the lyrics of this song for quite a while now, but I kept forgetting. It's the hidden track on Escapology. Really... if Robbie Williams isn't gay, then why does he keep cracking jokes about it? Hmmm? Anyway, these lyrics are very funny, especially the end!

I Tried Love
Robbie Williams

Is the Richard Gere gerbil story true?
Who came third in World War II?
Did Sooty sleep with Sue?
These things I think about
When I'm out with you

What are the holes in biros for?
Which one's which in The Corrs?
Did Geoff Hurst really score?
Cause frankly, you're a bore
And I'm not

And if it's leaving season
You're second on the bill
If you won't leave me, baby
I'll find someone who will
I tried love, I'm sorry
I tried love

Does God ever get it wrong?
Where has Gary Barlow gone?
Why is Christmas Day so long?
It just goes on and on
And on... like you

And if it's leaving season
You're the second on the bill
If you won't leave me. baby
I'll find someone who will
I tried love, I'm sorry
I tried love

Do do do......

I tried love and I'm sorry
I tried love

Why is there ketchup on my sleeve?
D'ya think that Adam fancied Eve?
What if Eve could not conceive?
And he had to breed with Steve...
We'd all be gay
[breaks off laughing]

Current Mood: silly

Leather On My Shoes
Chris De Burgh

I've got leather on my shoes
And I've got a dream to live
There is nothing left to lose
So I'm going
I've got a suitcase here in my hand
And I've got a hungry heart
And I'm going to join the millions
There before me, on the freedom road

No one's coming to my door
And all my friends have gone
There's no work here anymore
It's deserted
And though I know I hate to leave
From this land that I love
There's a new tomorrow waiting
Yes it's shining on the freedom road
On the freedom road

Oh sometimes it's going to be lonely
Sometimes it will be sad
But I've got to keep on going
Until I hold that promised land
In the palm of my hand

Nothing ventured, nothing gained or won
Without a hard fight
We would never reach the sun
Without trying
And when we're a million miles from home
Out in the starry night
We will see we're not alone
In the heavens, out on freedom road
Out on freedom road

Out on freedom road... out on freedom road

This song used to be my themesong when I graduated...

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Chris de Burgh - Leather On My Shoes

Objects in The Rear View Mirror (May Appear Closer Than They Are)
Meatloaf

The skies were pure and the fields were green
The sun was brighter than it's ever been
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny
We were close as any brothers that you ever knew
It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
And there was so much left to dream
And so much time to make it real

But I can still recall the sting of all the tears when he was gone
They said he crashed and burned
I know I'll never learn why any boy should die so young

We were racing - we were soldiers of fortune
We got in trouble but we sure got around
There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
I think he's right behind me now and he's gaining ground!

But it was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway - then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are

And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate

There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my father's eyes were blank as he hit me again and again and again

I know I still believe he'd never let me leave
I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears - so many wasted years
Before my life became my own

And though the nightmares should be over
Now some of the terrors are still intact
I'll hear that ugly coarse and violent voice
And then he grabs me from behind and then he pulls me back!

But it was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway - then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are

There was a beauty living on the edge of town
She always put the top up and the hammer down
And she taught me everything I'll ever know
About the mystery and the muscle of love

The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
I'm in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo
And the signs along the highway all said
"Caution! Kids, At play!"

Those were the rights of spring and we did everything -
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right

She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
I'll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb!

But it was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway - then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are

She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
I'll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now ...

God I love that song... it's one of the first fannish full-length stories I've ever written. Jessie was the first.

Current Mood: nostalgic

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Entries tagged with lyrics

Patience by Take That

A quoi ça sert, l’amour?

Michael Feinstein - I Won't Send Roses

Michael Feinstein - Someone to Watch Over Me

Sting - Murder by Numbers

Just a quote I like...

Ronan Keating feat. Moira Brennan - Fairytale of New York

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Johnny Cash - Hurt

For Kris: The Stalker Song

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Michael Feinstein - Old Friend

Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues

Joshua Kadison - Delilah Blue

Pink - Family Portrait

Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds

Sixpence None The Richer - Don't Dream It's Over

More on gay Mr. Williams?

Chris de Burgh - Leather On My Shoes

Meatloaf - Objects in The Rear View Mirror (May Appear Closer Than They Are)