Post a random lyric

"I've come here as a man in shambles—worn out from begging on my knees.
Please, I'm just trying to keep my family together.
Now, when you saw you're lover wore a ring around her finger, why didn't you stop?

I have half a mind to make you hurt, to make you bleed, to make you suffer.
I swear, if you've touched her—oh, heaven,
forgive what I would do to you, you monster.
And think about your children?
They'll never believe what you've done.

Listen, I'm begging you, back off.
Let me rebuild all the things that you shattered.

She meant it, I swear that she meant it, she whispered so often,
'Husband, I'll always be here with you.'

But always is always and always is valueless.
I wish I'd never heard her speak a word.

Well I asked your mother for you,
She told me you was too young,
I wish to the Lord I'd never seen your face,
Or heard your lying tongue,

Stop your rambling, stop your gambling,
Stop staying out late at night,
Go home to your wife and your family,
Stay home by the fireside bright,

I love Irene, God knows I do,
Love her to the day I die,
If Irene turns her back on me,
I'll take morphine and die.

My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams,
I'm hopin' things look up; but there ain't no job openings.
I feel discouraged, hungry and malnourished,
Livin' in this house with no furnace, unfurnished,
And I'm sick of workin' dead-end jobs with lame pay,
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day,
But fuck it: if you know the rules to the game, play
Cause when we die we know we all goin' the same way.
Cause it's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan.
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan.
I'm comfortable and roomy in a 6,
But they threw me in the mix with all these gloomy lunatics,
Who walk around depressed and smoke a pound of cess a day,
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today.
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play,
Live half a life and throw the rest away.

To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same, as I do, is a three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
that I can't explain
So would I be out of line
if I said
I miss you...

You moved like a fire through the forest,
Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips.
You'd been flirting with distance, princess,
I tasted its spit in your kiss.
Oh mistress, know,
Today I will bury the flames of your failure.
The past is a liar,
The future, a whore.
I'll lay your bones into the earth and you will haunt my head no more!
Oh, we could blame it on our hands,
Oh, we could blame it on our hands,
But it was our mouths that opened up to swallow.
(Oh, we could blame it on our hands)
And our heads that commanded us drink,
But as I buried your flames in the dirt,
I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave
And I fear they'll only lay in wait,
Until we are face to face again.
Just when I said: "I'm moving, I'm moving on!".
I felt them come to life again and again and again and again....

Rusty wrote:

To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same, as I do, is a three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
that I can't explain
So would I be out of line
if I said
I miss you...

wow, lovely <3 you made listen to this song right now (:

"So, come back to me, my darling.
Come back to me, my darling.
I'd do anything to be at your side,
I'd be anyone to be at your side."

Anysound wrote:

Son, I see it in your eyes
There is a burden you cannot hide
But in their arms you feel so alive
And in a moment you’re cast aside

...that man...those words....ahhhhhh

I can't wait for time to save us
I can't break your fall forever

Howl wrote:

...that man...those words....ahhhhhh

I can't wait for time to save us
I can't break your fall forever

;_; My heart breaks every time.

Oh, speaking of BRMC: good news! I have successfully converted 3 people into fans recently!

What will I find?
Some sacred thing to help me handle the tragedy?
Or did I once, did I have it and lose it?

No one should ever have to walk through the fire alone.
No one should ever have to brave that storm. No,
Everybody needs someone or something.

And when I sing, don’t I sing your name out
Right at the same time that I sing my own?

Some days I swear I can feel you splitting the light through the window frame.
The shapes it makes are always warmer, always brighter than the rest of what comes through.

Some days I swear I can hear you sing to me or whisper my name in the slightest way.
It’s like the warmest light now laid across my bedroom floor is somehow actually you and
Not just sunlight.

I have the memory climb down the balcony.
I put a flower on the back of its dress.
It’s probably best to forget it.
It’s probably best to let go.
I paint it the shade of where the skin and the lip meet,
Only a moment after breaking the kiss. And
I blur out everything else.
That’s how I choose to remember it.

Some nights are a lot like the days, I lay awake too late, I watch the shadows casted
Trace your shape. Those silver slivers on the wall then on the bedsheets.
I hear your song in the trees. I finally fall into rest.
Often later when I’m sleeping you show up in my dreams.
Just doing simple things, like buying groceries.
And when I wake up I could swear you must’ve just left me
Like you got up to make breakfast or maybe just to get dressed.

But the truth is, you were never there. You won’t ever be.
Sometimes I think I’m not either, so what do I do
When every day still seems to start and end with you?
And you won’t ever know, you won’t ever see,
How much your ghost since then has been defining me.

I leave the memory up atop the balcony.
I tear this flower from the back of the dress.
It’s best this time, I bet, to just forget and let go.
Paint it the shade of where the lip bleeds and blur it out.
I blur out everything else, just blur out everything else.
And let go, and let go, and let go.

Everybody has to let go someday
Everybody has to let go.

I wonder when I will. I wonder.

But if I still hear you singing in every city I meet
After I blur it all out, our every memory, if
You never fade with the days, your shape still haunting me then,
Should I not just sing along?
Should I not just sing along?

I will sing sweetly hope that the notes change but
I do not need it to happen. I’m not resigned to it. And
If they never do I’ll sing your name in every line.
Just like I did throughout this. Just like I’ve always done.
In every gun, the empty church, and every tortured son.
In all those giving up. In all those giving in.
Until I die I will sing our names in unison.

Until I die I will sing our names in unison.

I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Want to put my tender, heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion

Anysound wrote:

Howl wrote:

...that man...those words....ahhhhhh

I can't wait for time to save us
I can't break your fall forever

;_; My heart breaks every time.

Oh, speaking of BRMC: good news! I have successfully converted 3 people into fans recently!

Excellent work! I have converted 0 people, but I don't have any friends. I have thought about telling strangers, but that's weird. Once, I was wearing a B.R.M.C. badge and a guy got all excited because I was "a chick in a motorcycle club". When he found out that I'm just a lame girl who loves music, he was not impressed.

Hooligan guerrila

Howl wrote:

I don't have any friends.

Hey,
What are we?

The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there
And sometimes a soul and the women break vases against the walls
And the men they drink too much
And nobody ever finds the one, but,
Keep looking crawling in and out of beds.
Flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.

There is a loneliness in this world,
So great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.
People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love.
People just are not good to each other.
We are afraid!
Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners, but,
It hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides,
Or the terror of one person aching in one place
Alone, untouched, and unspoken to.

People are not good to each other.
People are not good to each other.
I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.
But sometimes I think about it.
There must be a way.
Surely, there must be a way?

There's no chance at all:
We are all trapped by fate.
Nobody ever finds the one.
Nobody ever finds the one.

"This Time" is one of my all time favourite Smashing Pumpkins songs. I love the line:

CherryWaves wrote:

Someday we'll wave hello
And wish we'd never waved goodbye
To this romance

Billy Corgan is a lyrical genius. Love him.

Please take a long hard look through your textbook, 'cause I'm history.

Love that line.

VisionValley wrote:

"This Time" is one of my all time favourite Smashing Pumpkins songs. I love the line:

CherryWaves wrote:

Someday we'll wave hello
And wish we'd never waved goodbye
To this romance

Billy Corgan is a lyrical genius. Love him.

Yeah, it's a great song, that part it's my favorite.

When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try, you'll never know
Just what you were

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will will try, to fix you

Oh god, you know I'm in a moment of pathetic desperation when I turn to Coldplay. Nothing against Coldplay at all, it's just they're my last source of musical comfort. At least it works, though - Chris Martin's voice is so lovely and soothing somehow. He just seems like such a nice man.

I honestly had no idea who you were, but you resembled someone I used to know.
Only, this time, your face was distorted by shades of light that creeped in through the window.
I reached out to touch your skin and said;

"This is all there is."

You smiled.
You then danced amongst the people that we used to be, said;

"Darling, I prey to god that you will finally see, that,
This is fiction. We can never be."

Now I'm here, I desperately want to go back. That sparkle in your eye, was it there at all?
There's a certain routine to your smile now, so forced and lifeless.
So weak.
So small.
You've become accustomed to your own advice, it's priceless;

"There is nothing. This is life."

I turned to run, just like how I've so often done, to avert from the truth and to deny any wrong. I cried;

"You don't understand,
There is no-one else quiet like you.
I've swept the earth looking for what we had.
Kept reminding myself that I'd not gone mad, and
Somehow, convinced myself that you'd be back.
Your abscence denies me things that were good and I feel so misguided and misunderstood.
My abjected mind aimlessly tries to convey
A message that's been lost in vain.
My old torn out scripts pattern the walls,
I watched the words dissolve and resolve,
Those times when I still felt your warmth.

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been runnin' through, these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by beggin' on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
I'm your man