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Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:00 pm

You laugh, I smile
Mirrors in thought, these fortunes we can share
And where there is dark, there are ghosts
Who give me hope

Wanna keep hold of this for you
Wanna keep hold of this for you

White love, this love
this powerful, this pure
Behind our eyes
And when I trip, when I fall
It's just like velvet

Wanna keep hold of this for you
Wanna keep hold of this for you

Where is the love?

- One Dove, White Love
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:52 am

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I see the lonely road that leads so far away,
I see the distant lights that left behind the day
But what I see is so much more than I can say
And I see you midnight blue.
I see you cryin' now you've found a lot of pain,
And what you're searchin' for can never be the same,
But what's the difference cos' they say what's in a name.
And I see you midnight blue.
CHORUS
I will love you tonight,and I will stay
By your side,lovin' you,I'm feelin' midnight blue.
I see you standing there far out along tha way,
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I want to touch you but the night becomes the day,
I count the words that I am never gonna say<
And I see you midnight blue.
Repeat Chorus
Can't you feel the love that I'm offering you,
Can't you see how it's meant to be,
Can't you hear the words that I'm saying to you,
Can't you believe like I believe,
It's only one and one it's true
Still I see you midnight blue.
I see beautiful days and I feel beautiful ways
Of loving you,everything's midnight blue.
Repeat Chorus

- Electric Light Orchestra, Midnight Blue
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:22 am

Ooh, here I go again fallin' in love all over
Ooh, the cycle never ends, U just pray U don't get burned
Ooh, this fire inside of me, don't nobody realize
(Ooh) Ow, what U are 2 me, but baby U got 2 learn

CHORUS:
I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere
U got 2 know how I feel about ya, how I always want U near
I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere
I'm countin' every minute of every hour til U are here

Girl, can U understand I never used 2 go dancin'?
I.. I was the kind of man who'd rather stay at home
Now when I think about how.. how much I miss U
I wanna jump 4 joy and thank Him I'm not alone (I am not alone)

Ooh, I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere
U got 2 know how I feel about U baby, how I always want U near
I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere (Pink cashmere)
I'm gonna count every minute of every hour until U are here
(Till U are here)

Here I go again fallin' in love all over
Oh, the cycle never ends (Cycle never endin')
U pray U don't get burned

(I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere)
I'm makin' U a coat.. cashmere, baby, cashmere
(U got 2 know how I feel about ya, how I always want U near)
U got 2 know, yeah baby, baby, baby, baby
(I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere)
How I feel about U, how I feel about U, oh
(I'm countin' every minute of every hour til U are here)

When I get my arms around U baby (Yeah) (CHORUS)
There's so many things I'm gonna do
I'm gonna hug U, I'm gonna kiss U
Like your, like your own guru
I'm gonna tell U a bedtime story baby
One U never heard before (Every minute, every hour)
I said one U never heard before (How I feel about U)
About a girl, about a boy (I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere)
And all their joy
All the things they show each other (Coat of pink cashmere {x3})
How 2 stay in love, how 2 stay so happy
Baby girl, so many things, so many things I'm gonna do
Can U come 2 that, can U get 2 that?
I'm gonna make... gonna... I'm gonna, gonna, gonna...
Gonna make a little pretty pink coat of cashmere

Cuz U got 2 know how I feel about U baby
How I feel about U baby
I'm gonna make a little pretty coat
I'm gonna count every second, every minute
Each and every hour of every day til U come on back

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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Wed Apr 18, 2012 10:04 pm

When I was young I knew everything
She a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken,
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

My best friend took a week's
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a weeks's worth of
Valium and slept
And now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really
Wept he says

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

hey yeah
hey yeah
hey yeah

We've tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
And I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen

Verve Pipe, The Freshmen
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Fri Apr 20, 2012 11:20 pm

There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance

A planet of play things
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
'The stars aren't aligned
Or the gods are malign...'
Blame is better to give than receive

[Chorus:]
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose freewill

There are those who think
That they were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them
They weren't born in Lotusland

All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate

[Chorus]

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet

[Chorus]

- Rush, Freewill
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby dayraven » Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:00 am

so... what inspired this tek?
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:34 pm

dayraven wrote:so... what inspired this tek?


Don't know. No real news. Not a lot to talk about. Low post count. Fun new thread. Listening to more music and fewer documentaries.
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:36 pm

The Confessor lyrics

If you look at your reflection
in the bottom of a well
What you see is only on the surface
When you try to see the meaning
hidden underneath
The measure of the depth
can be deceiving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation

You can feel it in the distance
the deeper down you stare
From up above it's hard to see
but you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow
On the surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance
by the company you keep

In the eyes of the confessor

In the eyes of the confessor
There's no place you can hide
You can't hide from the eyes
(of the confessor)
Don't you even try
In the eyes of the Confessor
You can't tell a lie
You cannot tell a lie
(to the confessor)
Strip you down to size
Naked as the day that you were born
Naked as the day that you were born

(instrumental)

Take all the trauma, drama, comments
The guilt and doubt and shame
The what if's and if only's
The shackles and the chains
The violence and aggresion
The pettiness and scorn
The jealousy and hatred
The tempest and discord
and give it up

- Joe Walsh, The Confessor
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby Tekwych » Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:14 pm

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton, back in 1965!
She had legs that never ended,
I was halfway paralyzed.
She was tall and cool and pretty,
And she dressed as black as coal.
If she'd ask me to I'd murder,
I would gladly lose my soul!

(Chorus)
Now I lie in bed and think of her,
Sometimes I even weep.
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep.
Well she'd held a bass guitar and
She was playing in a band.
And she stood just like Bill Wyman,
Now I am her biggest fan.
Now I know I'm one of many who
Would like to be your friend,
And I've got to find a way
To let you know I'm not like them!

(Chorus)
Now I lie in bed and think of her,
Sometimes I even weep.
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep.

Got your number from a friend of mine,
Who lives in your hometown.
Called you up to have a drink,
Your roommate said you weren't around.
Now I know I'm one of many
Who would like to be your friend,
And I've got to find a way to
Let you know I'm not like them!

(Final chorus)
Now I lie in bed and think of her,
Sometimes I even weep.
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep...
Behind the wall of sleep, behind the wall of sleep.

Behind the wall of Sleep!

- The Smithereens, Behind the wall of Sleep
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Re: Speaking Lyricaly

Postby dayraven » Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:06 am

He "Digesteth Harde Yron" by Marianne Moore

Although the aepyornis
or roc that lived in Madagascar, and
the moa are extinct,
the camel-sparrow, linked
with them in size--the large sparrow
Xenophon saw walking by a stream--was and is
a symbol of justice.

This bird watches his chicks with
a maternal concentration-and he's
been mothering the eggs
at night six weeks--his legs
their only weapon of defense.
He is swifter than a horse; he has a foot hard
as a hoof; the leopard

is not more suspicious. How
could he, prized for plumes and eggs and young
used even as a riding-beast, respect men
hiding actor-like in ostrich skins, with the right hand
making the neck move as if alive
and from a bag the left hand strewing grain, that ostriches

might be decoyed and killed! Yes, this is he
whose plume was anciently
the plume of justice; he
whose comic duckling head on its
great neck revolves with compass-needle nervousness
when he stands guard,

in S-like foragings as he is
preening the down on his leaden-skinned back.
The egg piously shown
as Leda's very own
from which Castor and Pollux hatched,
was an ostrich-egg. And what could have been more fit
for the Chinese lawn it

grazed on as a gift to an
emperor who admired strange birds, than this
one, who builds his mud-made
nest in dust yet will wade
in lake or sea till only the head shows.

. . . . . . .

Six hundred ostrich-brains served
at one banquet, the ostrich-plume-tipped tent
and desert spear, jewel-
gorgeous ugly egg-shell
goblets, eight pairs of ostriches
in harness, dramatize a meaning
always missed by the externalist.

The power of the visible
is the invisible; as even where
no tree of freedom grows,
so-called brute courage knows.
Heroism is exhausting, yet
it contradicts a greed that did not wisely spare
the harmless solitaire

or great auk in its grandeur;
unsolicitude having swallowed up
all giant birds but an alert gargantuan
little-winged, magnificently speedy running-bird.
This one remaining rebel
is the sparrow-camel.
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