tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372301772011-07-08T08:14:10.460+02:00For music lovers. No pop-ups, no spywares. Just words.gelsominanoreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-22871682612313376002010-01-10T22:06:00.000+01:002010-01-10T22:06:55.996+01:00

Grew up in a town that is famous as the place of movie scenes Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around and the streets are mean If I can make it here I can make it anywhere, that's what they say Seeing my face in lights or my name in marquees found down on Broadway Even if it ain’t all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

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I hurt myself todayto see if I still feelI focus on the painthe only thing that's realthe needle tears a holethe old familiar stingtry to kill it all awaybut I remember everythingwhat have I become?my sweetest friendeveryone I knowgoes away in the endand you could have it allmy empire of dirtI will let you downI will make you hurtI wear this crown of thornsupon my liar's chairfull of broken

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-88873481746137027502009-09-03T12:15:00.002+02:002009-09-03T12:23:08.836+02:00

All our times have comeHere but now they're goneSeasons don't fear the reaperNor do the wind, the sun or the rain(We can be like they are)Come on baby(Don't fear the reaper)Baby take my hand(Don't fear the reaper)We'll be able to fly(Don't fear the reaper)Baby I'm your manLa la la la la...Valentine is doneHere but now they're goneRomeo and JulietAre together in eternity(Romeo and Juliet)40,000

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-74460183826974816632009-08-17T16:44:00.002+02:002009-08-17T16:47:58.620+02:00

They were digging a new foudation in Manhattanand they discovered a slave cemetary theremay their souls rest easynow that lynching is frowned uponand we've moved on to the electric chairand I wonder who's gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?and who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?how about we put up a wall between houses and the highwayand then you can go

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-18675635497373730292008-07-24T21:50:00.001+02:002008-07-24T21:52:39.729+02:00

I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave the wordNow in the morning I sleep aloneSweep the streets I used to ownI used to roll the diceFeel the fear in my enemies' eyesListen as the crowd would sing:Now the old king is dead, long live the kingOne minute I held the keyNext the walls were closed on meAnd I discovered that my castles standUpon pillars of salt, and pillars of sandI hear

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-39949920729345370942008-07-01T14:46:00.000+02:002008-07-01T14:47:17.597+02:00

I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty-twolying awake intent at tuning in on youIf I was young it didn't stop you coming through(aw-a aw-a)They took the credit for your second symphonyrewritten by machine and new technologyand now I understand the problems you can see(aw-a aw-a)I met your children(aw-a aw-a)What did you tell them?Video killed the radio starVideo killed the radio starPictures

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-51075360671510203472008-06-23T10:57:00.003+02:002008-06-23T11:02:37.289+02:00

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my lifeLet's make some music, make some money, find some models for wivesI'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the starsYou man the island and the cocaine and the elegant carsThis is our decision, to live fast and die youngWe've got the vision, now let's have some funYeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we doGet jobs in

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On bended knee is no way to be freeLifting up an empty cup I ask silentlyThat all my destinations will accept the one that's meSo I can breatheCircles they grow and they swallow people wholeHalf their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never knowGot a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soulAnd so it goesDon't come closer or I'll have to goOwning me like gravity are places that

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-60416865693462941852008-01-12T16:38:00.000+01:002008-01-12T16:43:51.959+01:00

Just like PhiladelphiaFreedom means a lot to meIn between the place I’ve beenAnd where I’m goin’I can see AmericaTryin’ not to show her ageEven though the winds of changeKeep on blowin’And I would lay your body down and rock your tears awayBut it’s much too late for now to be like yesterdayAnd the time is running out and we still have to sayGoodbye...Remember PhiladelphiaWhen the world was young

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-24098744929262950242008-01-12T16:31:00.000+01:002008-01-12T16:36:43.803+01:00

I once had a girlor should I say she once had meshe showed me her room isn't it good Norwegian woodShe asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhereSo I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chairI sat on a rug biding my timedrinking her winewe talked until two and then she saidit's time for bedShe told me she worked in the morning and started to laughI told her I didn't and crawled off

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-54625145844744675062008-01-12T16:27:00.000+01:002008-01-12T16:31:05.076+01:00

Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to arise.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these sunken eyes and learn to seeAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to be free.Blackbird fly Blackbird flyInto the light of the dark black night.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-69181563367655710492007-10-29T16:35:00.000+01:002007-10-29T16:37:03.040+01:00

It's a dark roadAnd a dark way that leads to my houseAnd the word saysThat you're never gonna find me there, oh noI've got an open doorIt didn't get there by itselfIt didn't get there by itself.There's a feelingBut you're not feeling it at allThere's a meaningBut you're not listening anymoreI look at that open roadI'm gonna walk there by myself.And if you catch me I might try to run awayYou know

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-16318166203536723022007-10-22T23:12:00.001+02:002007-10-22T23:12:55.637+02:00

God knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heartI guess you kissed the girls and made them crythose hardfaced queens of misadventureGod knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyesa fiery throng of muted angelsgiving love and getting nothing backPeople help the peopleand if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold itpeople help the peopleand nothing will drag you downoh and if

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-15277838828303347092007-10-04T11:48:00.000+02:002007-10-04T11:50:37.884+02:00

Another suburban family morningGrandmother screaming at the wallWe have to shout above the din of our Rice CrispiesWe can't hear anything at allMother chants her litany of boredom and frustrationBut we know all her suicides are fakeDaddy only stares into the distanceThere's only so much more that he can takeMany miles awaySomething crawls from the slimeAt the bottom of a dark Scottish lakeAnother

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-18484546516774376952007-09-18T11:11:00.000+02:002007-09-18T11:14:43.822+02:00

They'll look you in the eyes and stone youThen turn and disown you, Don't you let them take the fight outta youThey'll walk all over your name 'til they find someone else to blame, Don't let them take the fight outta youSecrets hide their lies inside hidden alibis, Don't let them take the fight outta youThey put the world on a hook, it's worse every time I lookDon't let them take the fight outta

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-18109948078494796882007-09-08T16:16:00.000+02:002007-09-08T16:20:18.522+02:00

Every generationBlames the one beforeAnd all of their frustrationsCome beating on your doorI know that I'm a prisonerTo all my father held so dearI know that I'm a hostageTo all his hopes and fearsI just wish I could have told him in the living yearsCrumpled bits of paperFilled with imperfect thoughtStilted conversationsI'm afraid thats all weve gotYou say you just don't see itHe says it's

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-82843114768856110942007-04-17T11:13:00.000+02:002007-04-17T11:14:57.183+02:00

As soon as you're born they make you feel smallBy giving you no time instead of it allTill the pain is so big you feel nothing at allA working class hero is something to beA working class hero is something to beThey hurt you at home and they hit you at schoolThey hate you if you're clever and they despise a foolTill you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rulesA working class hero is

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-10960772695885344872007-03-07T11:17:00.000+01:002007-03-07T11:20:26.954+01:00

Out of the moonlightin the month of MayThis ship would take her last breathHer full mast it was drapingLike a mermaid she was dressedHer lonely heart is setting freeAll her cares they went sailing out to seaAll those peoplegathered roundFlocked to view that lovely sightAll young maidens came to townThey waved her out into the nightShe tried to clear the rocks with swelling sailsThe ocean beat her

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-6026086216415991852007-03-07T11:11:00.000+01:002007-03-07T11:14:06.031+01:00

I took my love, I took it downClimbed a mountain and I turned aroundI saw my reflection in the snow covered hillstill the landslide brought me downOh, mirror in the skyWhat is loveCan the child within my heart rise aboveCan I sail through the changing ocean tidesCan I handle the seasons of my lifeWell, I've been afraid of changingcause I've built my life around youBut time makes you

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-53906539784320974012007-02-23T11:08:00.000+01:002007-02-23T11:10:49.252+01:00

Let me tell you a secretPur it in your heart and keep itSomething that I want you to knowDo something for meListen to my simple storyAnd maybe we'll have something to showYou tell me you're old on the insideHow can the outside worldBe a place that your heart can embraceBe good to yourselfBecause nobody elseHas the power to make you happyHow can I help youPlease let me try toI can heal the

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1170758425020244752007-02-06T11:38:00.000+01:002007-02-06T11:40:25.023+01:00

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome I could be loathsome I guess Im a little bit shyWhy dont you like me? Why dont you like me without making me try? I try to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I try a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! I could be brown I could be blue I

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1170758277995631462007-02-06T11:36:00.000+01:002007-02-06T11:37:58.006+01:00

Come, let me sing into your earThose dancing days are goneAll that silk and satin gearCrouch upon a stoneWrapping that foul body upIn as foul a ragI carry the sun in a golden cupThe moon in a silver bag.Curse as you may I sing it throughWhat matter if the knaveThat the most could pleasure youThe children that he gaveAre somewhere sleeping like a topUnder a marble flagI carry the sun in a golden

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1168857397663505612007-01-15T11:31:00.000+01:002007-01-15T11:36:37.673+01:00

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97:Wear SunscreenIf I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh nevermind, you will not understand

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1167401236119138242006-12-29T15:04:00.000+01:002006-12-29T15:07:16.126+01:00

I saw her today at the receptionA glass of wine in her handI knew she was gonna meet her connectionAt her feet was a footloose manYou cant always get what you wantYou cant always get what you wantYou cant always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes you just might findYou get what you needAnd I went down to the demonstrationTo get my fair share of abuseSinging, were gonna vent our

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1164663899073109542006-11-27T22:42:00.000+01:002006-11-27T22:44:59.083+01:00

Tough you think you've got the stuffYou're telling me and anyoneYou're hard enoughYou don't have to put up a fightYou don't have to always be rightLet me take some of the punchesFor you tonightListen to me nowI need to let you knowYou don't have to go it aloneAnd it's you when I look in the mirrorAnd it's you when I don't pick up the phoneSometimes you can't make it on your ownWe fight all the

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1163497457067727452006-11-14T10:42:00.000+01:002006-11-14T10:44:17.070+01:00

You want to stay with me in the morning You only hold me when I sleep I was meant to tread the water Now I've gotten in too deep For every piece of me that wants you Another piece backs away. 'Cause you give me something That makes me scared, alright This could be nothing But I'm willing to give it a tryPlease give me something 'Cause someday I might know my heart. You already waited up for hours

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1163497174509367892006-11-14T10:39:00.000+01:002006-11-14T10:46:39.800+01:00

Three little birds, sat on my windowAnd they told me I don't need to worrySummer came like cinnamonSo sweet,Little girls double-dutch on the concreteMaybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alrightThe more things seem to change, the more they stay the sameOh, don't you hesitateGirl put your records on, tell me your favourite songYou go ahead, let your hair downSapphire and faded jeans, I hope

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1163496914006398152006-11-14T10:34:00.000+01:002006-11-14T10:35:44.553+01:00

When you try your best but you don't succeedWhen you get what you want but not what you needWhen you feel so tired but you can't sleepStuck in reverseWhen the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you can't replaceWhen you love someone but it goes to wastecould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeand ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youHigh up above or down belowwhen

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1162822601589143492006-11-06T15:15:00.000+01:002006-11-06T15:16:41.590+01:00

Slow down, Lie down,Remember it's just you and me.Don't sell out, bow out,Remember how this used to be.I just want you closer,Is that alright?Baby let's get closer tonightGrant my last request,And just let me hold you.Don't shrug your shoulders,Lay down beside me.Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere,But one last time just go there,Lay down beside meOh, I've found, that I'm boundTo wander

gelsominanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37230177.post-1162822213124516272006-11-06T15:09:00.000+01:002006-11-06T15:10:13.126+01:00

Wake up in the morning with a head like 'what ya done?'This used to be the life but I don't need another one.Good luck cuttin' nothin', carrying on, you wear them gowns.So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down?So I play along when I hear that favourite songI'm gonna be the one who gets it right.You better know when you're swingin' round the roomLook's like magic's solely yours

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