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the Smiths- Rubber Ring

A sad fact widely known
The most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown
But don't forget the songs
That made you smile
And the songs that made you cry
When you lay in awe
On the bedroom floor
And said "Oh, oh, smother me Mother..."

The passing of time
And all of its crimes
Is making me sad again
The passing of time
And all of its sickening crimes
Is making me sad again
But don't forget the songs
That made you cry
And the songs that saved your life
Yes, you're older now
And you're a clever swine
But they were the only ones who ever stood by you

The passing of time leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled
The passing of time
Leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled
I'm here with the cause
I'm holding the torch
In the corner of your room
Can you hear me ?
And when you're dancing and laughing
And finally living
Hear my voice in your head
And think of me kindly

Do you
Love me like you used to ?
Oh ...
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring

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icebox

here's mine.. kinda oldies from Richard Carpenters..

I'm Still Not Over You

Just today I saw you smile
And it took me back to yesterday
You still move me like you did
When you read me with your eyes that way

Haven't seen you for a while
Father Time must be a friend of yours
You still take my breath away
Do I really have to say

How much I want you

(*) Just when I thought I was doin' alright
Sleepin' away almost half of the night
Now who
Who was the last one I needed to see
Just when I had most of my broken heart
Put back together to make a new start
Now I have to forget startin' over
I'm still not over you

I was calm as I could be
As the feelings all came back again
What I was supposed to do
Treat you like a stranger or a friend
I'm not wise in things of heart
I'm not one of those who knows the moves
I was hangin' by a thread
Hangin' on each word you said
To hear I love you

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ComingUpRoses

Probably Bob Marley's "War". A lot of this song is taken from a speech Haile Selassie made to the UN is 1963. genius.

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.
That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.
That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.
That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.
And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.

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savannah

here's some bits and pieces that i've always loved

Just gettin' by on gettin' bys my stock in trad
Living it day to day
Pickin' up the pieces wherever they fall
Just letting it roll, letting the high times carry the low
I'm just living my life easy come, easy go

-gettin by, jerry jeff walker

I'm getting older and my hair is turning grey
I ain't been sober, in about a month of Sundays
My life is changing, God sometimes it goes so fast
All my old friends, seem more like old ghosts from the past

Chorus:
But they don't haunt me no more
When they rattle their old chains around my door
I just let 'em in, and let 'em sleep on the floor
Cause I ain't scared of anything, or anyone anymore

- haunt me no more, mike mcclure

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.

-old man, neil young



But Ill live on and Ill be strong
cause it just aint my cross to bear.

- aint my cross to bear, allman brothers


She thinks of John Travolta on the same day as me
She even likes artichoke hearts like me
She likes corn
corn on the cob
she eats cornflakes before she goes to her job
well shes an artist, shes got everything she needs
shes very modest
got a bruise on her knee
shes got a mole on her back
its hairy and black
shes got a butt like a pillow and she likes to wear black

Chorus:
well i wanna be her hero
wanna be her man
well i wanna be her lover any way i can
and i wanna be her friend and im doing all i can
cuz i love her little smiles and all the letters she sends
she sends me

Shes a dopey little girl and her names not nancy
in her own little world her names diane
She likes to play piano
Love to hear her play
She likes to talk to me
i love to hear her say
she loves me a whole freakin lot
she loves me a whole freakin lot
she loves me a whole freakin lot
oh she loves me a whole freakin lot

- she sends me, moe.

But you’re (she’s) not the first you know, and you (she) won’t be the last
There’s a long list of has-beens waiting down at the pass
And when you (she) figure it out, that I’m not white trash
They won’t let you (her) on the train that I’m on cause it’s moving too fast

- movin too fast, brandon rhyder

I’d rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street
Than a fine feather bed without your little ol’ cold feet
I’d rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings will never be mine

I’d rather die young than to live without you
I’d rather go hungry than eat lonesome stew
It’s once in a lifetime and it won’t come again
It’s here and it’s gone on a magnolia wind

I’d rather not walk through the garden again
If I can’t catch your scent on a magnolia wind

If it ever comes time that it comes time to go
Sis just pack up your fiddle Sis pack up your bow
If I can’t dance with you then I won’t dance at all
I’ll just sit this one out with my back to the wall

I’d rather not hear pretty music again
If I can’t hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind

If I can’t catch your scent on a magnolia wind

- magnolia wind, guy clark

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well i've been out walkin,....i dont do much talkin,....these days,......-jackson brown

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bsmix

Ted Leo & the Pharmacists - Biomusicology
Had we never come across the vastness of pavement
The barrenness of waves and the grayness of the sea
Never lost or ne'er been misguided
We'd have ne'er reached seas so shining

Or come from out of a hansom in Camden
To a bar in the basement
While all the while it rained
Or come around to the friendliest of faces
Handsomest in ugly places

Or come from out of the tunnels we dig in
To see that tunneling's not living
And working doesn't work
Or come to find that loving is labor
Labor's life and life's forever

Or come to see that keeping's not giving
You get what you've given
You get what you deserve
And in the midst of all of the action
Maybe only there found satisfaction

Chasing sea-foam dreams
Around another dirty old town
Parallel run streams
Toward the gray ocean from the green ground
'Oed und leer, das meer
But look beneath the glassy surface
All the songs you hear
Down there they have a purpose

All in all we cannot stop singing
we cannot start sinking
We swim until it ends
They may kill and we may be parted
But we will ne'er be broken hearted

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