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#26
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The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68, And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe You laugh, he says you think you're immune, go look at your eyes They're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies Just pretty lies, just pretty lies He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close." "Richard, you haven't really changed," I said It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs You punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes Dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings And I fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days |
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#27
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A few lines from the song Battle Axe by Sacramento Nu-Metal band Deftones.
I want to sleep if you are awake Still making believe that you aren't at all crazy And if you don't believe I think you should You'd make me so proud Still you love to think you have always Been this way But you're all Wrong |
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#28
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The chorus from Just by Radiohead:
You do it to yourself, you do And that's what really hurts Is you do it to yourself, just you You and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself |
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#29
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Quote:
It's amazing how a dark song can make us feel better. |
#30
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These lyrics from Runaway Train by Soul Asylum
....Can you help me remember how to smile Make it somehow all seem worthwhile How on earth did I get so jaded Life's mystery seems so faded…
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I think I need help 'cause I'm drowning in myself. It's sinking in, I can't pretend that I ain't been through hell. I think I need help---Papa Roach |
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#31
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When you are begging for some humanity:
Stonemilker – Bjork Show me emotional respect, oh respect, oh respect And I have emotional needs, oh needs, oh ooh I wish to synchronize our feelings, our feelings, oh ooh Who is open? And who has shut up And if one feels closed How does one stay open? Neon Bible by Arcade Fire A vial of hope and a vial of pain In the light they both looked the same Poured them out on into the world On every boy and every girl It's in the neon Bible, the neon Bible Not much chance for survival If the neon Bible is right Take the poison of your age Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page What I know is what you know is right In the city it's the only light It's the neon Bible, the neon Bible Not much chance for survival If the neon Bible is right Oh God, well look at you now! Oh, you lost it, but you don't know how! In the light of a golden calf Oh God! I had to laugh! Take the poison of your age Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page It was wrong, but you said it was right In the future I will read at night In the neon Bible, the neon Bible Not much chance for survival If the neon Bible is true |
#32
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"Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good.
and then I see a brand new face, I glimpse some new neighborhood. So walk me back home, my darling, tell me dreams really come true. Whistling whistling here in the dark with you." Really breaks my heart. "So walk me back home, my darling... tell me dreams really come true... Whistling, whistling, here in the dark with you..." |
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#33
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“Wild horses”
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#34
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Not sure this resonates to make things better, but at least it reflects what happens during the worst of it:
Metallica, "One" (excerpt) All that I see Absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die Trapped in myself Body my holding cell Landmine Has taken my sight Taken my speech Taken my hearing Taken my arms Taken my legs Taken my soul Left me with life in hell |
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#35
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Quote:
Love it. Thanks for sharing! |
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#36
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From the song Hexagram by Deftones, 2003. These lyrics always mean something to me.
How the streets they swell While the animals make their way through the crowds If you keep listening, can hear it for miles God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile.... |
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