Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Just Like Heaven

"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream," she said
"The one that makes me laugh," she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"Show me how you do it
and I promise you
I promise that I'll run away with you.
I'll run away with you"

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?
That I'm in love with you?"

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream...

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone
Alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven

Friday, December 11, 2009

Sleepwalkin'

I fell in love and
I needed a roadmap
To find out where you lived
So excited now

Sleepwalking
'cause I'm sleepwalking

The white trash boys
Listen to their headphones
Blasting white noise
In the convenience store parking lot
I hung around there
Wasting my time
Hoping you'll stop by

Because I'm sleepwalking
I'm sleepwalking

A mutual friend's parents
Left town for a week
So we raided their liquor stash
And walked down by the riverside

Sleepwalking
'cause I'm sleepwalking

First Day of My Life

This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours was the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am; I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go

So I thought I'd let you know
Yeah, these things take forever; I especially am slow
But I realized how I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning?
And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up

And you said
"This is the first day of my life
I'm Glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy"

So if you want to be with me
With these things there's no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides, maybe this time is different
I mean, I really think you like meeeee eeee e eee

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

TANGERINE

Measuring a summer's day
I only find it slips away to grey
The hours, they bring me pain

Tangerine, Tangerine
Living reflection of a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years between

Thinking how it used to be
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do...

Tangerine, Tangerine
Living reflection of a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years between

Saturday, December 5, 2009

I'm in Love w/ a Girl

I'm in love with a girl
Finest girl in the world
I didn't know I could feel this way

Think about her all the time
Always on my mind
I didn't know about love

All that a man should do is true

I'm in love with a girl
Finest girl in the world
I didn't know this could happen to me

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Oh, Give Us Money...

Nothing really interesting has been happening...

Today was my first day of classes of my last academic year of undergraduate studies...


Here are the lyrics to one of my FAVORITE songs:

Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held,
it pays my way, and it corrodes my soul.
I want to leave. You will not miss me.
I want to go down in musical history.

Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck.
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck.
I must move fast. You understand me.
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly.

Fame, fame, fatal fame,
it can play hideous tricks on the brain,
but still I rather be famous
than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day.

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
making Christmas cards with the mentally ill.
I want to live and I want to love.
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of.

Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held,
it pays my way and it corrodes my soul.
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry.
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly.

Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
you are a flatulent pain the arse.
I do not mean to be so rude,
but still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly.
Oh, give us money .