Lyrical Moments...

[El Salsero Gringo]

Was I?



Sweet young thing of sixteen
Thought I'd step out one night
I longed to get the thrill in life I missed
I met a youth, a bit uncouth,
Although he seemed alright,
I knew him by the moment when we kissed.
When I got home next day with a swollen head,
My girlfriend asked if I had fun I said,

Was I drunk?
Was he handsome?
And did Mama give me hell?
Did I get a thrill and am I full aquiver?
Was he rough? Did I care?
Am I glad I fell?
very time I think of him, do I shiver?

Was he high? And was I?
And would he stand for me?
He would not. Did I lie?
Does he still think I'm a baby?
If I was, am I still?
Do I care? Don't be sill!
Was I drunk? Was he handsome?
And did Mama give me Hell?

Was I drunk? Was he handsome?
Did Mama give me Hell?
With his hands loose there's no refusing.
Did he fight? Was I blue?
Almost shamed to tell,
And I don't know yet the system he was using.
Well, I said, "Stop, please behave."
Well, what's the use of raving?
He said, "Give," so I gave.
After all what was I saving?
Am I glad? Holy Gee,
If I had fun, you're asking me.
Was I drunk? Was he handsome?
And did Mama give me Hell?


Music and lyrics by Charlie Farrell and Chick Endor.

[Crazy Russian]

To ***

Don't ask me why alone in dismal thought
In times of mirth, I'm often filled with strife,
And why my weary stare is so distraught,
And why I don't enjoy the dream of life;

Don't ask me why my soul has slowly perished
And ceased to love the love that pleased me then
No longer can I call someone "my cherished"--
Who once has loved will never love again;

Who once felt bliss will never feel its essence,
A moment's happiness is all that we receive:
From youth, prosperity and joyful pleasance
All that is left is apathy and grief...

[Crazy Russian]

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

So close, no matter how far.
Couldn't be much more from the heart.
Forever trusting who we are.
And nothing else matters...

Never opened myself this way.
Life is ours, we live it our way.
All these words I don't just say.
And nothing else matters...

Trust I seek and I find in you.
Every day for us something new.
Open mind for a different view.
And nothing else matters...

Never cared for what they say.
Never cared for games they play.
Never cared for what they do.
Never cared for what they know,
But I know...

[Crazy Russian]

MAMA SAID

Mama, she has taught me well.
Told me when I was young.
"Son, your life's an open book.
Don't close it 'fore it's done."

The brightest flame burns quickest.
That's what I heard her say.
A son's heart's owed to mother,
But I must find my way.

"Rebel" my new last name,
Wild blood in my veins.
Apron strings around my neck,
The mark that still remains.

I left home at an early age
Of what I heard was wrong.
I never asked forgiveness
But what I said is done.

Mama, now I'm coming home,
I'm not all you wished of me.
A mother's love for her son
Unspoken, help me be.

I took your love for granted,
And all the the things you said to me.
I need your arms to welcome me,
But a cold stone's all I see...

[Crazy Russian]

What a wonderful world

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Great song, isn't it?

[azande]

Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen

Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in vain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
Their story before they hit ground
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain

Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh

Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen

I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they say for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You may feel you're alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain

oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen

Evanescence - Listen to the rain

[Crazy Russian]

Originally Posted by Gadget

living is easy with eyes closed
Beatles

That is:

A life is easier and people probably are much happier when:

1. They are dead;

2. They sleep;

3. They are afraid to open their eyes because they are too faint-hearted to accept reality.

Or what?


Pain "Not Afraid To Die"


A journey through the space, colours, planets everywhere
We're testing our insanity
A razor across our skins, dropping all these magic pills
Can't you see we're floating away

Come take my hand, we'll fly away
We'll move in silence
We'll take a trip inside our heads
Frame by frame

We're not afraid to die
We're not afraid to lose our minds
We're not afraid to face the things we left behind
We're not afraid

Can you feel the vibration now
Turn your body inside out
This is really going to hurt
Diving to the sea of hell
Can you hear the judgment bells
It's ringing for you and I

Hear how it's calling out our names
You better drop another pill
It will never be the same
We're going down

We're not afraid to die
We're not afraid to lose our minds
We're not afraid to face the things we left behind
We're not afraid to cry
We're not afraid to kiss the sky
We're not afraid to face the things we left behind

A constant replay of our lives is flashing before my eyes
A silent movie in black and white

Maybe it got too much too soon
It's getting hot as hell, we're burning up, I think we're gonna crash

We're not afraid to die
We're not afraid to lose our minds
We're not afraid to face the things we left behind
We're not afraid to cry
We're not afraid to kiss the sky
We're not afraid to face the things we left behind

[ducasi]

Never a frown
with Golden Brown

[azande]

Below the surface I swim
Holding my breath as I sink deeper
Watching the colors and the shapes
Searching for another way out
Clinging on to every last word
A shred of hope long since forgotten
All that is left is hate and regret
This world got the best of me

Further on. Closing in
Falling down. Giving in...

...To the beyond

Further - Cult of Luna

[azande]

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.

Don't let yourself go, cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
If you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Cause' everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand.

Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
When you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.

Hold on, hold on.
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)

REM - Everybody hurts

[Piglet]

Now you've got me running
Running running for Cover

I'm begging for a little sympathy
And if you use me again it will be the end of me

Cos when the loving starts
And the lights go down
Theres not another living soul around....

Fleetwood Mac

[Gadget]

'Tis sweet to dance to violins,
when love and life are fair.
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes,
is delicate and rare.
But it is not sweet, with nimble feet,
to dance uppon the air.

{OK, so it's from a poem: The Ballad of Reading Goal , but a fitting rebuckle of air-steppers }


The stars, like dust encircle me
in living mists of light
And all of space I seem to see
in one vast burst of sight

{Another poem, but taken from a Craig-Shaw-Gardener book (ender's game I think)}

[Crazy Russian]

***

If by life you were deceived,
Don't be dismal, don't be wild!
In the day of grief, be mild
Merry days will come, believe.

Heart is living in tomorrow;
Present is dejected here;
In a moment, passes sorrow;
That which passes will be dear.

[Piglet]

Oh ho ho! It's magic you know
Never believe its not so!

(Could've been Pilot?? - Sorry, my boyfriend has finally converted me to Radio 2 after me trying to resist for so long)
Yep - Mr Wogan (or is it Sir?) just said it was Pilot :O)

[Barry Shnikov]

Originally Posted by Piglet

Oh ho ho! It's magic you know
Never believe its not so!

(Could've been Pilot?? - Sorry, my boyfriend has finally converted me to Radio 2 after me trying to resist for so long)
Yep - Mr Wogan (or is it Sir?) just said it was Pilot :O)

...lazy day in bed, music in my head...laying on my pillow in the morning light...

also recommend:

"January! Sick and tired you've been hanging on me - you make me sad with your eyes, you're telling me lies..."

[CJ]

I aint happy 'bout the shape I'm in: I can't sing, I aint pretty 'n' my legs are thin.
Don't ask me what I think of you cos I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Oh, Well.

[Barry Shnikov]

Originally Posted by Ceroc Jock

I aint happy 'bout the shape I'm in: I can't sing, I aint pretty 'n' my legs are thin.
Don't ask me what I think of you cos I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Oh, Well.

>Guitar break<

[Piglet]

Homeward bound
I wish I was homeward bound
Home where my thoughts escape me (? I think)
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Simon and Garfunkel

[Barry Shnikov]

And I can't stand up and I can't sit down 'cos a great big problem stopped me in my tracks
I can't relax cos' I haven't done a thing and I can't do a thing 'cos I can't relax...

Comsat Angels, Independence Day

[Barry Shnikov]

Originally Posted by Piglet

Homeward bound
I wish I was homeward bound
Home where my thoughts escape me (? I think)
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Simon and Garfunkel

Written on a platform in Warrington railway station...

"escaping", I've always heard, which has the advantage of rhyming with playing and waiting.