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It's a heartwarming song
For the easily moved
The effect is all wrong
Plain to see I'm not moved
As I stand in the light
Of a shop that is closed
God, I'd love me a fight
There's no poem just prose
Edith Piaf said it better than me
"Je ne regrette rien"
Pretty song, but not intended for me
Time to put some muzak on
There were no smoky dives
Few amours, fous or not
There were no petty crimes
Foreign substances bought
There were no midnight drives
With a crime boss's wife
Need a sentence at most
When assessing my life
Drunken and short-lived flings
Montparnasse lights
Holding a hand of kings
My hunch was right
When's that night?
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Too late for that
Too late for that
Think of one single night
Wants so strong you're aflame
Well I'm sorry time's up
Sorry, nothing will change
I was born to be bad
I was born to be bad
I was born to be bad
Not this time
Not this time
By OstrogothRome
"... is it's about being captured by one's own heart's desire. 2 men in a dreary blue grey city, with all emotion reduced to dull commercialism (amour, fantasy, sex, cinema), one finds a beautiful feather that drops out of nowhere (one guy is hopelessly busking, in a deserted street) - the 2 chase after its source, follow it to an empty theatre, an empty stage (still the bird, the only bright colourful beautiful thing around) beckons teasingly), and behind that an empty foodless cafe. They search fruitlessly for the bird, even looking under cane chairs, empty drawers, sitting at a table with dried out empty bottles that once contained something, but now dry and dusty - again a teasing feather drops, from a hole in the roof, great effort to climb up there, then a teasing chase across rooftops, finally a dangerous climb to the highest most inaccessible point of Paris, the Eiffel Tower. They just get to touch their heart's desire - then are falling, into a cage, in which their heart's desire finally carries them off as prisoners."





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The rain just falls off of me
The tears just fall off of me
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
The barometric pressure has no relevance to me

The rain just falls off of me
The tears just fall off of me
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
The pressure you're exerting is irrelevant to me

Umbrellas waving, the streets need paving
The rain runs down to the sea
But I'm indifferent, for me it's different
It's all Bahamas to me

The rain just falls off of me
The tears just fall off of me
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
The barometric pressure has no relevance to me

The skies are starting to cloud up
But that won't slow me down
Your eyes are starting to well up
But that won't bring me down
The skies are starting to cloud up
But that won't slow me down
Your eyes are starting to well up
But that won't bring me down, bring me down

Completely dry
Dry as a Navajo in August, see the sky
The mothers just sigh
Send children inside
Hey, mama, you lied

The skies are starting to cloud up
But that won't slow me down
Your eyes are starting to well up
But that won't bring me down
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
The barometric pressure has no relevance to me

The skies are starting to cloud up
But that won't slow me down
Your eyes are starting to well up
But that won't bring me down
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
The pressure you're exerting is irrelevant to me

I see you crying but I'm not buying your Meryl Streep mimicry
It's misdirected, your voice inflected
For maximum sympathy

Niagara Falls
Romantic getaway for lovers of all creeds
They're all agreed, impressive indeed
Till the Falls stall before me

The rain just falls off of me
The tears just fall off of me
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
And nothing of a liquid nature's gonna mess with me
The rain just falls off of me
The tears just fall off of me
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
Water, water everywhere, but not a drop on me

The rain just falls off of me
The tears just fall off of me
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
And nothing of a liquid nature's gonna mess with me

The rain just falls off of me
The tears just fall off of me
'Cause I'm waterproof, I'm waterproof
Water, water everywhere, but not a drop on me
Water, water everywhere, but not a drop on me

The skies are starting to cloud up
But that won't slow me down
Your eyes are starting to well up
But that won't bring me down

The skies are starting to cloud up
But that won't slow me down
Your eyes are starting to well up
But that won't bring me down
Bring me down













Out of the doorway, into the morning
Wish I was a bird that was migratory
Spoken half in jest, catch the bird that's in my nest
Out of the doorway, into the morning
All of them seem to be selling something
Illegal substances, or an hour with no kisses
Though I am tempted, they are pre-empted
You and your rosary are exempted

From criminality, still there is a duality
You'll never know it, I'll never show it

Only I hear it, only I know that
What's apropos for me, may for thee be blasphemy

And the hills are alive with the sound of music

[CHORUS:]
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When the playing ends one night
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When I finally see the light

Where are they going, what are they doing
Who are they chasing, who are they suing
It all ends up OK in this Tennessee Williams play
What are they facing, who are they casing
When you're attacked, tell me, who are you macing
For me it's all just fine, 'cause she's a Frank Lloyd Wright design
The finest of material
A little asymmetrical
But that's the way it goes, my love for her just grows and grows
It's bigger than Fuji, bigger than Fuji
Sometimes she's a little screwy
But all that is offset when we dispense with etiquette

And the hills are alive with the sound of music

[CHORUS]

Out of the doorway, into the morning
Wish I was a bird that was predatory
Spoken half in jest, catch the bird that's in my nest
There's rebel advances, labor disputes
Somebody's shot and somebody shoots
And hits the bullseye -bam- captured on a portacam

And the hills are alive with the sound of music









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grupo instrumental para dejarse llevar por la emocion
Mi conclusión es que estamos dentro de dios, incluido el universo, en su tiempo fluyendo en el, luego el éter es tiempo y esta determinado por las emociones que lo moldean, nuestra mente es una emoción moldeadora más, el famoso ego universal.
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https://thecurvature.wordpress.com/2011 ... onal-song/

Early in the morning I feel my pillow,
I listen to the soundless phone.
My thighs are sweaty, freezing inside,
Our bed's empty as ever.
What a bastard you are,
Leaving me all night missing you.
Slowly the door opens, you stand for a while,
See if I'm asleep or just closing my eyes.
I quickly get up and throw my pillows,
Throw an ashtray filled with butts.
Where were you all night if I may ask you so?
Though I don't care at all, I'd just like to know.
Right! you weren't near the phone to call me from,
Or is it you were afraid to wake me up?
I'm sick and tired of listening to the same old crap.
You know half the world is occupied with you pigs,
I can always get another pig like you.
You've heard of female liberation, well, that's for me,
You'll see me walk out one day and then where will you be?
But don't you be too happy,
I ain't walking out yet to give you satisfaction,
I'm first gonna find something other than the walls
To have some human conversation.
Then I'll glow, I'll be happy inside, my limbs will relax.
And I can walk out into the world, singing with my people.
But now I couldn't even move my muscles to go near the door,
I've been sitting here too long and my legs are numb.
Are you listening, you jerk, you pig, you bastard,
You scum of the earth, you good for nothing?
Are you listening?
Oh, don't go, don't go, please, don't go,
I didn't mean it, I'm just in pain.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
The door is closed, she's left alone,
Making herself a breakfast.
Her hands are shaking, her eyes looking out,
Watching the trees grow day by day.
What a bastard the world is,
Taking my man away from me,
Taking the world away from me.
Female lib is nice for joan of arc,
But it's a long, long way for terry and jill.
Most of us were taught not to shout our will,
Few of us are encouraged to get a job for skill.
And all of us live under the mercy of male society,



Thinking that their want is our need.











The town's dawning, I'm the only one awake
The streets are whistling, I light my fourth cigarette
I think of my friends, they were once not so dead
What are they thinking now?
One day I'll be just a little stone
Nobody'll know that the stone had such emotions
Anyway I'm always on the run
Someday I'll be remembered for the phone calls I never made
Letters I never mailed
And stories I never finished telling anyone
The town's yawning, I let my dog walk me around
He took a shoot and people smiled
I tried the same and people frowned
Yes, it's a dog, dogtown
One day let's be a pair of trees
Nobody'll know that the trees had such a history
Anyway, wed never be this lonely
Someday I'll be remembered for the fine words I meant to keep
A warm smile I meant to leave
And a true song I meant to finish writing all my life
Yes, it's a dogtown, it's a dogtown
Yes, it's a dogtown, it's a dogtown
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown
Peas porridge luck, peas porridge stuck
Peas porridge in the pot nine years old
Some gets paid, some gets grades
Some stays in the pot nine years old
Yes, it's a dogtown, it's a dogtown
Yes, it's a dogtown, it's a dogtown
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown
Peas porridge loved, peas porridge spoiled
Peas porridge in the pot nine years old
Some gets laid, some gets slayed
Some stays in the pot nine years old
Yes, it's a dogtown, it's a dogtown
Yes, it's a dogtown, it's a dogtown
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown
Dogtown, dogtown, dogtown, dogtown
Dogtown, dogtown, dogtown
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