No clashing here either, but your Depeche Mode selection made me remember another Depeche Mode song that I really like.
Somebody
I want somebody to share Share the rest of my life Share my innermost thoughts Know my intimate details Someone who'll stand by my side And give me support And in return She'll get my support She will listen to me When I want to speak About the world we live in And life in general Though my views may be wrong They may even be perverted She will hear me out And won't easily be converted To my way of thinking In fact she'll often disagree But at the end of it all She will understand me
I want somebody who cares For me passionately With every thought and with every breath Someone who'll help me see things In a different light All the things I detest I will almost like I don't want to be tied To anyone's stings I'm carefully trying to steer clear Of those things But when I'm asleep I want somebody Who will put their arms around me And kiss me tenderly And things like this Make me sick In a case like this I'll get away with it
I need love, love To ease my mind I need to find, find someone to call mine But mama said
You can’t hurry love No, you just have to wait She said love don’t come easy It’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love No, you just have to wait You got to trust, give it time No matter how long it takes
But how many heartaches Must I stand before I find a love To let me live again Right now the only thing That keeps me hangin’ on When I feel my strength, yeah It’s almost gone I remember mama said:
You can’t hurry love No, you just have to wait She said love don’t come easy It’s a game of give and take
How long must I wait How much more can I take Before loneliness will cause my heart Heart to break?
No I can’t bear to live my life alone I grow impatient for a love to call my own But when I feel that i, I can’t go on These precious words keeps me hangin’ on I remember mama said:
You can’t hurry love No, you just have to wait She said love don’t come easy It’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love No, you just have to wait She said trust, give it time No matter how long it takes
No, love, love, don’t come easy But I keep on waiting Anticipating for that soft voice To talk to me at night For some tender arms To hold me tight I keep waiting I keep on waiting But it ain’t easy It ain’t easy But mama said:
You can’t hurry love No, you just have to wait She said to trust, give it time No matter how long it takes
You can’t hurry love No, you just have to wait She said love don’t come easy It’s a game of give and take
Okay, now I know I am pushing it, this isn't even a song, but....I don't think anyone will complain, right?
Naomi Shihab-Nye "Two Countries"
Skin remembers how long the years grow when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel of singleness, a feather lost from the tail of a bird, swirling onto a step, swept away by someone who never saw it was a feather. Skin ate, walked, slept by itself, knew how to raise a see-you-later hand. But skin felt it was never seen, never known as a land on the map, nose like a city, hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.
Skin had hope, that's what skin does. Heals over the scarred place, makes a road. Love means you breathe in two countries. And skin remembers-silk, spiny grass, deep in the pocket that is skin's secret own. Even now, when skin is not alone, it remembers being alone and thanks something larger that there are travellers, that people go places larger than themselves.
Interesting and sophisticated refusing to be celebrated it's a monumental big screen kiss it's so deep it's meaningless one day you'll just up and quit and that'll be it just then the stripper stopped in a coughing fit she said sorry i can't go on with this
yeah that's awful close but that's not why i'm so hard done by
It was true cinema à clef you should see it before there's nothing left in an epic too small to be tragic you'll have to wait a minute cause it's an instamatic
yeah that's awful close but that's not why i'm so hard done by
Just then the room became more dimly lit as the emcee carried on with it and now that i got you all strangely compelled i'm afraid that Candy's not feeling well
Y'know, I've been hunting through my more obscute music to try to fimd something with just the right mix of joy and love and sadness, and haven't been able to. So, I thought I'd make up my own. :-D
And yes, they're cheesy and basic - could probably do more with a poem format, but it actually fits to music in my head, so whatever - but here's the rough draft:
I don't know if I can take this;
don't know if you realize...
Wanting oh, so bad to touch you,
see the passion in your eyes,
feel your gentle hands upon me,
taste the fire in your kiss,
your skin, warm and soft against me -
baby, all I need is this.
Sometimes it feels so distant,
having you right here.
We laugh and love,
we share and dream,
but you pull back when I draw near.
We could be so much more,
though what we are is like a dream;
I fear to risk it all...
I fear to lose it all...
But, I want to have it all...
With you.
Your voice greets me every morning,
and fills my soul with joy;
Your embrace keeps me going,
when life treats my heart like a toy;
Your trust strengthens me to make it
through the thick, and through the thin;
And your love touches me like water,
fills the emptiness within.
But sometimes it feels so distant,
having you right here.
We laugh and love,
we share and dream,
but you pull back when I draw near.
We could be so much more,
though what we are is like a dream;
I fear to risk it all...
I fear to lose it all...
But, I want to have it all...
With you.
Last edited by Lina; 04/27/0505:19 AM.
I am turning in revolution
these are the scars that silence carved
on me
That was awesome -- made me weepy. (I know, NOP, not very manly, but what can I say?) I could have written it myself, that's how dead-on it is for my sitch. Especially:
Quote: Sometimes it feels so distant, having you right here. We laugh and love, we share and dream, but you pull back when I draw near. We could be so much more, though what we are is like a dream; I fear to risk it all... I fear to lose it all... But, I want to have it all... With you.
The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone baby The thrill is gone away You know you done me wrong baby And you'll be sorry someday
The thrill is gone It's gone away from me The thrill is gone baby The thrill is gone away from me Although I'll still live on But so lonely I'll be
The thrill is gone It's gone away for good Oh, the thrill is gone baby Baby its gone away for good Someday I know I'll be over it all baby Just like I know a man should
You know I'm free, free now baby I'm free from your spell I'm free, free now I'm free from your spell And now that it's over All I can do is wish you well
-An affair is the embodiment of entitlement, fueled by resentment and lack of respect. -An infidel will remain unreachable so long as their sense of entitlement exceeds their ability to reason.
