Lucas, darling, this isn't a posting contest. From now on, everyone posting what they're listening to must also post 1. The best line from the song they're listening to. If it is instrumental, they should make up the text according to the music. 2. Say the way that line connects to their innermost feeling of what the meaning of life is. * * * GENDANKEN, Post your Moonlight -- moonlit -- sonata wanderings! Or better, start a thread on that.
Bowling for Soup - Shut-up and Smile "Throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone) maybe spread a little love I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I’m a little drunk) But all we need is some ice cream and a hug."
water, are you're a moderator? Roxette - Secrets that she keeps 1) Secrets that she keeps 2) Girls keep very many secrets
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Well dear, this thread is meant to be a quick way to say what a person is enjoying at that moment Having to give an explanation of what the song means can discourage persons to post Roxette - Dance away
Casting Crowns - Here I Go Again So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life With Your fire in my eyes But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words What am I so afraid of?
Coldplay -- Amsterdam Come on, oh my star is fading I swerve out of control If I'd, if I'd only waited I'd not be stuck here in this hole. Come here, oh my star is fading and I swerve out of control And I swear I waited and waited I've got to get out of this hole. But time is on your side, it's on your side now Pushing you down and all around It's no cause for concern Come on, oh my star is fading And I see no chance of release And I know I'm dead on the surface But I'm screaming underneath And time is on your side, it's on your side now Pushing you down and all around It's no cause for concern Stuck on the end of this ball and chain And I'm on my way back down again Stood on a bridge, tied to a noose Sick to the stomach You can say what what you mean but it wont change a thing I'm sick of the secrets Stood on the edge tied to a noose You came along and you cut me loose You came along and you cut me loose You came along and you cut me loose
Hi water, I'm sorry but I can't stand Coldplay. I think that is an overrated band OMD - The beginning and the end
Lucas, It doesn't matter whether Coldplay are overrated or not -- and I too think that they are, but that's beside the point. Some songs have a profound sentimental value that has little to do with the song itself. Don't be snobbbish.
Sir mixalot - I like big butts and I can not lie "I like big butts and I can not lie" Innermost feelings- I like big butts and I can not lie.
Butthole Surfers - Pepper I think the point of the song is that life's a bitch. But a beautiful one. (Hmm. Odd. I just realized that the title is pepper. And I've often used the metaphor dealing with life being shit or a shit sandwich. But with lots of pepper it can be masticulated easily. Weird. I wonder if that's what they meant?) Marky got with Sharon And Sharon got Sharice She was sharing Sharon's outlook On the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar And Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Tommy played piano Like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas He was dancing with a train They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Some will die in hot pursuit In fiery auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit While sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life And drink it from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Another Mikey took a knife While arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death He caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever-present Football player rapist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Polly caught a bullet But it only hit his leg Well it should have been a better shot And got him in the head They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes
a perfect circle - lets have a war lets have a war, so you can go and die lets have a war, we could all use the money lets have a war, we need the space lets have a war, clean out this place
