Okay Okay, I'm guilty of another loose fitting song, but it works for me..... and the ARE lyrics, after all.....
Instant Karma John Lennon
Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna knock you right on the head You better get yourself together Pretty soon you're gonna be dead What in the world you thinking of Laughing in the face of love What on earth you tryin' to do It's up to you, yeah you
Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna look you right in the face Better get yourself together darlin' Join the human race How in the world you gonna see Laughin' at fools like me Who in the hell d'you think you are A super star Well, right you are
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well we all shine on Ev'ryone come on
Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna knock you off your feet Better recognize your brothers Ev'ryone you meet Why in the world are we here Surely not to live in pain and fear Why on earth are you there When you're ev'rywhere Come and get your share
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Yeah we all shine on Come on and on and on on on Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Yeah we all shine on On and on and on on and on
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Yeah we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun
For us, it was always Bruce Springsteen's "Nebraska," but past performance doesn't necessarily guarantee future results.
Choc.
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Warm springtime Saturdays Spent sweating in the sun Sweet afternoon romance Newlywed fun
The Boss is singin’ Nebraska Thunder’s clapping outside Dark clouds are rolling in But we’re happy inside
That’s how it used to be Oh, it used to be So young and so innocent So wild and so free Didn’t have half as much As we’re trapped by right now But somehow I think that we were rich And I’m wondering how I can get back, Gotta get back To where we used to be.
Quote: And I’m wondering how I can get back, Gotta get back To where we used to be.
if I may.
choc., you have warm memories of the past, because you had great feelings. Those feelings were and still are a part of you. If you attribute that great being in love feeling to someone else, you give someone else the power to take it away. If you seek to love yourself, it is through self love that you get all the wonderful feelings that you thought were a gift from someone else. I know when we say that someone is in love with themselves that we mean concieted and narcisistic (sp?), but I am referring to a state of mind where a person is unafraid, open and able to relate unconditionally.
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
That makes sense, but it very hard to do, I suppose. I guess that's what all this "fusion" fuss is about as well?
The challenge I have is that while my feelings for my W have certainly grown WAAAAYYYY beyond the initial, giddy "infatuation" stage into something much more meaningful, the ROMANTIC parts of those old feelings are still there. Whereas with W, they seem to have faded. I've always been more romantic than she, but now it's a CHASM of difference.
Choc.
I met a little girl and I settled down In a little house out on the edge of town We got married, and swore we'd never part Then little by little we drifted from each other's heart
At first I thought it was just restlessness That would fade as time went by and our love grew deep In the end it was something more I guess That tore us apart and made us weep
You fill up my senses Like a night in a forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again
Come let me love you Let me give my life to you Let me drown in your laughter Let me die in your arms Let me lay down beside you Let me always be with you Come let me love you Come love me again
You fill up my senses Like a night in a forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again
csw, John Denver makes me think of a time when things were so much simpler.
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
Cine, I agree. His music always reminds me of when I was a little kid and my mom played his records.
I printed out those lyrics and gave them to W the day after she dropped the bomb in NOV. I just chucked them in the recycling bin yesterday. She left them laying around like the poem I wrote for her. Pity she doesn't respond to talent
Squirrel nut Zippers If you were mine.
If you were mine Id be a ruler of kings And if you were mine, Oh I could do such wonderful things Id sing to the stars Stop where you are Light up my lover's way And every star above you, obey If you were mine Id live for your love alone To kneel at your shrine Oh, I would give all that I own Even my heart, even my life Well, I turn it all to you Think I was lucky too, if you were mine If you were mine Id live for your love alone To kneel at your shrine Oh, I would give all that I own Even my heart, even my life Well, I turn it all to you Think I was lucky too, if you were mine
Songs that fit our situation vary with my mood. When I miss him, Dido's White Flag. When I am depressed, Evanescence with My Immortal. But almost every single song by Alanis Morrisette expresses something that I am feeling...
Today, I like Are you Still Mad
are you still mad i kicked you out of bed? are you still mad i gave you ultimatums? are you still mad i compared you to all my forty year old male friends? are you still mad i shared our problems with everybody?
are you still mad i had a an emotional affair? are you still mad i tried to mold you into who i wanted you to be? are you still mad I didn't trust your intentions? of course you are of course you are
are you still mad that i flirted wildly? are you still mad I had a tendency to mother you? are you still mad that i had one foot out the door? are you still mad that we slept together even after we had ended it? of course you are of course you are
are you still mad i wore the pants most of the time? are you still mad that i seemed to focus only on your potential? are you still mad that i threw in the towel? are you still mad that i gave up long before you did? of course you are of course you are
Arguing with reality is like trying to teach a cat to bark—hopeless. (Byron Katie)