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When I hear this song, I can't help but think about a certain basketball player....
You are an obsession I cannot sleep I am a possession Unopened at your feet There is no balance No equality Be still I will not accept defeat I will have you Yes I will have you I will find a way and I will have you Like a butterfly A wild butterfly I will collect you and capture you You are an obsession You're my obsession Who do you want me to be To make you sleep with me I feed you I drink you My day and my night I need you I need you By sun or candlelight You protest you want to leave Stay there's no alternative Your face appears again I see the beauty there But I see danger Stranger beware A circumstance in your naked dream Your affection is not what it seems My fantasy has turned to madness All my goodness has turned to badness My need to possess you has consumed my soul My life is trembling I have no control |
You know, if I ever hear that a certain basketball player has disappeared, I'll have to locate you immediately ;)
Song of the day, caught on the radio, played blasting with windows open on the freeway: I was alive and I waited, waited I was alive and I waited for this Right here, right now, there is no other place I want to be |
"If it seems a little time is needed
Decisions to be made The good advice of friends unheeded The best of plans mislaid Just looking for a new direction In an old familiar way The forming of a new connection To study or to play And so the conversation turned Until the sun went down And many fantasies were learned On that day Keep feeling fascination Passion burning Love so strong Keep feeling fascination Looking learning Moving on Well the truth may need some Re-arranging Stories to be told And plain to see the facts are changing No meaning left to hold And so the conversation turned Until the sun went down And many fantasies were learned On that day And so the conversation turned Until the sun went down And many fantasies were learned On that day..." |
"Passion, instant
Sweat me, feel me Cupid’s shot me My heartbeat’s racing Tempt me, drive me Feels so exiting Thought of highly It’s yours entirely I’ll be I’ll be more than a lover..." |
so... so you think you can tell heaven from hell? blue skies from pain? can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? how I wish, how I wish you were here. we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. what have we found? the same old fears. wish you were here. |
I'm becoming less to find as days go by
Fading away Well you might say I'm loosing focus Kind adrifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself Sometimes I think I can see right through myself Less concerned about fitting into the world Your world that is Because it doesn't really matter (no it doesn't really matter anymore) None of this really matters anymore Yes I'm alone but then again I always was As far back as I can tell I think maybe it's because you never were really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt myself And it worked. Yes it did! [Chorus] There is no you There is only me There is no you There is only me There is no fvcking you There is only me There is no fvcking you There is only me Only The tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be scab and I had this funny feeling Like I just knew it was something bad I just couldn't leave it alone, picking at that scab Was a doorway trying to seal itself shut But I climbed through Now I am somehwere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I knew I really shouldn't see And now I know why (yea now I know why) Things aren't as pretty On the inside |
Another thread made me remeber this song by the scrumtrilescent Tom Lehrer
Oh, the white folks hate the black folks And the black folks hate the white folks To hate all but the right folks Is an old established rule But during National Brotherhood Week National Brotherhood Week Lena Horne and Sheriff Clark Are dancing cheek to cheek It's fun to eulogize The people you despise As long as you don't let 'em in your school Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks And the rich folks hate the poor folks All of my folks hate all of your folks It's American as apple pie But during National Brotherhood Week National Brotherhood Week New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans 'Cause it's very chic Step up and shake the hand Of someone you can't stand You can tolerate him if you try Oh, the Protestants hate the Catholics And the Catholics hate the Protestants And the Hindus hate the Moslems And everybody hates the Jews But during National Brotherhood Week National Brotherhood Week It's National Everyone-Smile-At- One-Another-hood Week Be nice to people who Are inferior to you It's only for a week, so have no fear Be grateful that it doesn't last all year! |
How about this gem:
"Everyone's a little bit racist Sometimes. Doesn't mean we go Around committing hate crimes. Look around and you will find No one's really color blind. Maybe it's a fact We all should face Everyone makes judgments Based on race." |
Great. Now that someone's mentioned Tom Lehrermy mind's singing:
I ache for the touch of your lips, dear, But much more for the touch of your whips, dear. You can raise welts Like nobody else, As we dance to the masochism tango. |
You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner They'd be your partner, and... You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't You? You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive Well you said that we made such a pretty pair And that you would never leave But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and... You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't You? Don't You? I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and... You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't You? Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia To see the total eclipse of the sun Well you're where you should be all the time And when you're not you're with Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend Wife from a close friend, and... You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't You? Don't you? You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you |
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