| |
|
»
»
|
|
| |
Re: Song Lyric Game
|
|
|
|
| 01 Dec 2015 05:22 PM |
Post any lyrics to any song! :3
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me, I said you're holding back she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
We were victims of the night. The chemical, physical, kryptonite. Please help us through the bass and the fading light. Oh, we were born to be together, born to be together!
She took my arm, I don't know how it happened. We took the floor and she said!....
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me, I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
A backless dress and some beat up sneaks. My disco tech, Juliet, teenage dream. I felt it in my chest as she looked at me. I knew we were born to get together, born to get together!
She took my arm, I don't know how it happened. We took the floor and she said!...
No don't you dare look back, just keep you eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
Oh, come on girl!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
Deep in her eyes, I think I see the future. I realize this is my last chance! She took my arm, I don't know how I happened. We took floor and she said..
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh!
SHUT UP AND DANCE!!!!
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
67thave
|
  |
| Joined: 14 Jul 2011 |
| Total Posts: 34741 |
|
|
| 01 Dec 2015 05:23 PM |
| something something LEONARD BERNSTEIN |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 01 Dec 2015 05:23 PM |
They called us walking corpses Unholy living dead They had to lock us up Put us in their british hell
Make sure your face is clean now Can’t have no dirty dead All the corpses here are clean, boy All the yanks in british hell
I don’t wanna be here in your london dungeon I don’t wanna be here in your british hell Ain’t no mystery why I’m in misery in hell Here’s hoping you’re swell
They called us walking corpses Unholy living dead They had to lock us up Put us in their british hell
I don’t wanna be here in your london dungeon I don’t wanna be here in your british hell Ain’t no mystery why I’m in misery in hell Here’s hoping you’re swell
Make sure your face is clean now Can’t have no dirty dead All the corpses here are clean, boy All the yanks in british hell
I don’t wanna be here in your london dungeon I don’t wanna be here in your british hell Ain’t no mystery why I’m in misery in hell
Here’s hoping you’re swell Here’s hoping you’re swell Here’s hoping you’re swell Here’s hoping you’re swell
hi, i'm your vitameatavegamin girl! |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 01 Dec 2015 05:24 PM |
| wub wub wub BWEEEEE wawawawabwoooooooooo bweeeee |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 01 Dec 2015 05:24 PM |
I REALIZED I MADE A REALLY HILARIOUS TYPO "I DON'T KNOW HOW I HAPPENED" TRUST ME, YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 01 Dec 2015 05:25 PM |
No I didn't make a typo My apologies
|
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 01 Dec 2015 05:27 PM |
NO I DID MAKE A TYPO Excuse me while I go bang my head into a wall |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 04:52 AM |
I got some of the lyrics wrong and there we some typos, so here's the rewritten lyrics
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
We were victims of the night. The chemical, physical, kryptonite. Help us through the bass and the fading light. Oh, we were born to get together, born to get together!
She took my arm, I don't know how it happened. We took the floor and she said!....
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me, I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
A backless dress and some beat up sneaks. My disco tech, Juliet, teenage dream. I felt it in my chest as she looked at me. I knew we were born to be together, born to be together!
She took my arm, I don't know how it happened. We took the floor and she said!...
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
Oh, come on girl!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
Deep in her eyes, I think I see the future. I realize this is my last chance! She took my arm, I don't know how it happened. We took floor and she said..
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
No don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh!
SHUT UP AND DANCE!!!!
Don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
Ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
Ooh! Shut up and dance with me!
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 05:19 AM |
If we burn our wings flying too close to the sun. If the moment of glory is over before it’s begun. If the dream is won — Though everything is lost. We will pay the price, but we will not count the cost.
When the dust has cleared, and victory denied. A summit too lofty, river a little too wide. If we keep our pride — Though paradise is lost. We will pay the price, but we will not count the cost.
And if the music stops, there’s only the sound of the rain. All the hope and glory, all the sacrifice in vain. If love remains — Though everything is lost. We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 05:22 AM |
The dancer slows her frantic pace in pain and desperation, her aching limbs and downcast face aglow with perspiration. Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, with just the briefest pause — The flooding through her memory, the echoes of old applause.
She limps across the floor, and closes her bedroom door…
The writer stares with glassy eyes — Defies the empty page, his beard is white, his face is lined and streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow with passion and precision, but now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision.
And he stares out the kitchen door, where the sun will rise no more…
Some are born to move the world — To live their fantasies, but most of us just dream about the things we’d like to be. Sadder still to watch it die, than never to have known it.
For you — the blind who once could see — The bell tolls for thee… |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 05:27 AM |
Hold your fire — Keep it burning bright. Hold the flame ‘Til the dream ignites — A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission.
I hear their passionate music, read the words that touch my heart. I gaze at their feverish pictures, the secrets that set them apart. When I feel the powerful visions their fire has made alive, I wish I had that instinct — I wish I had that drive.
Spirits fly on dangerous missions, imaginations on fire, focused high on soaring ambitions consumed in a single desire. In the grip of a nameless possession — A slave to the drive of obsession — A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission…
I watch their images flicker, bringing light to a lifeless screen. I walk through their beautiful buildings, and I wish I had their dreams. But dreams don’t need to have motion to keep their spark alive. Obsession has to have action — Pride turns on the drive.
Spirits fly on dangerous missions, imaginations on fire, focused high on soaring ambitions consumed in a single desire. In the grip of a nameless possession — A slave to the drive of obsession — A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission…
It’s cold comfort to the ones without it. To know how they struggled — How they suffered about it. If their lives were exotic and strange, they would likely have gladly exchanged them for something a little more plain, maybe something a little more sane. We each pay a fabulous price for our visions of paradise, but a spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission… |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 05:36 AM |
I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth. Like the Chinese call the country of their birth. We all figure that our homes are set above other people than the ones we know and love.
In every place with a name, they play the same territorial game. Hiding behind the lines, sending up warning signs.
The whole wide world, an endless universe, yet we keep looking through the eyeglass in reverse. Don’t feed the people but we feed the machines. Can’t really feel what international means In different circles we keep holding our ground. In different circles we keep spinning round and round.
We see so many tribes — overrun and undermined. While their invaders dream of lands they’ve left behind. Better people — better food — and better b33r. Why move around the world when Eden was so near?
The bosses get talking so tough, and if that wasn’t evil enough. We get the drunken and passionate pride of the citizens along for the ride.
The whole wide world, an endless universe, yet we keep looking through the eyeglass in reverse. Don’t feed the people but we feed the machines. Can’t really feel what international means In different circles we keep holding our ground. In different circles we keep spinning round and round.
They shoot without shame, in the name of a piece of dirt, for a change of accent, or the colour of your shirt. Better the pride that resides in a citizen of the world, than the pride that divides when a colourful rag is unfurled.
The whole wide world, an endless universe, yet we keep looking through the eyeglass in reverse. Don’t feed the people but we feed the machines. Can’t really feel what international means In different circles we keep holding our ground. In different circles we keep spinning round and round. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 05:43 AM |
The office door closed early, the hidden bottle came out. The salesman turned to close the blinds, a little slow now, a little stout. But he’s still heading down those tracks, any day now for sure. Another day as drab as today is more than a man can endure.
Dreams flow across the heartland, feeding on the fires, Dreams transport desires, drive you when you’re down – Dreams transport the ones, who need to get out of town.
The boy walks with his best friend through the fields of early May. They walk awhile in silence, one close — one far away. But he’d be climbing on that bus, just him and his guitar, to blaze across the heavens like a brilliant shooting star.
The middle-aged madonna calls her neighbor on the phone. Day by day the seasons pass, and leave her life alone. But she’ll go walking out that door on some bright afternoon, to go and paint big cities from a lonely attic room.
Dreams flow across the heartland, feeding on the fires, Dreams transport desires, drive you when you’re down – Dreams transport the ones, who need to get out of town.
It’s understood by every single person who’d be elsewhere if they could. So far so good, and life’s not unpleasant in their little neighborhood.
Dreams flow across the heartland, feeding on the fires, Dreams transport desires, drive you when you’re down – Dreams transport the ones, who need to get out of town.
They dream in Middletown… |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 05:51 AM |
So many things I think about when I look far away, Things I know — Things I wonder — Things I’d like to say. The more we think we know about, the greater the unknown. We suspend our disbelief, and we are not alone.
Mystic rhythms — capture my thoughts and carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms — Under northern lights, or the African sun. Primitive things stir the hearts of everyone.
We sometimes catch a window, a glimpse of what’s beyond. Was it just imagination stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about, unseen and unexplained. We suspend our disbelief, and we are entertained.
Mystic rhythms — capture my thoughts and carry them away. Nature seems to spin a supernatural way. Mystic rhythms — under city lights, or a canopy of stars. We feel the powers and we wonder what they are. Mystic rhythms — capture my thoughts and carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms — Under northern lights, or a canopy of stars. We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:01 AM |
I. Tide Pools
When the ebbing tide retreats along the rocky shoreline, It leaves a trail of tidal pools in a short-lived galaxy. Each microcosmic planet a complete society.
A simple kind mirror to reflect upon our own. All the busy little creatures chasing out their destinies. Living in their pools, they soon forget about the sea…
Wheels within wheels in a spiral array, a pattern so grand and complex. Time after time we lose sight of the way. Our causes can’t see their effects
II. Hyperspace
A quantum leap forward in time and in space. The universe learned to expand. The mess and the magic, triumphant and tragic, a mechanized world out of hand.
Computerized clinic for superior cynics, who dance to a synthetic band. In their own image, their world is fashioned - No wonder they don’t understand
Wheels within wheels in a spiral array, a pattern so grand and complex. Time after time we lose sight of the way. Our causes can’t see their effects
III. Permanent Waves
Science, like Nature must also be tamed, with a view towards its preservation. Given the same state of integrity, it will surely serve us well. Art as expression, not as market campaigns, will still capture our imaginations. Given the same state of integrity, it will surely help us along. The most endangered species – The honest man, will still survive annihilation. Forming a world – State of integrity, sensitive, open and strong.
Wave after wave will flow with the tide, and bury the world as it does. Tide after tide will flow and recede, leaving life to go on as it was… |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:10 AM |
“To seek the sacred river Alph, to walk the caves of ice, to break my fast on honey dew, and drink the milk of Paradise…”
I had heard the whispered tales of immortality, the deepest mystery, from an ancient book I took a clue. I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown. Time and Man alone. Searching for the lost Xanadu.
Xanadu.
To stand within The Pleasure Dome, decreed by Kubla Khan. To taste anew the fruits of life. The last immortal man. To find the sacred river Alph, to walk the caves of ice. Oh, I will dine on honey dew and drink the milk of Paradise
A thousand years have come and gone, but time has passed me by, stars stopped in the sky, frozen in an everlasting view. Waiting for the world to end, weary of the night, praying for the light. Prison of the lost Xanadu.
Xanadu
Held within The Pleasure Dome, decreed by Kubla Khan To taste my bitter triumph as a mad immortal man. Nevermore shall I return. Escape these caves of ice. For I have dined on honey dew and drunk the milk of Paradise. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:14 AM |
And the men who hold high places, must be the ones to start to mould a new reality, closer to the heart.
The Blacksmith and the Artist, reflect it in their art. They forge their creativity, closer to the heart.
Philosophers and Ploughmen, each must know his part. To sow a new mentality, closer to the heart.
You can be the Captain, and I will draw the chart. Sailing into destiny, closer to the heart. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
redlego98
|
  |
| Joined: 11 Jul 2008 |
| Total Posts: 8870 |
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:31 AM |
I think I'm drowning Asphyxiated I want to break the spell That you've created
You're something beautiful A contradiction I want to play the game I want the friction
You will be The death of me Yeah, you will be The death of me
Bury it I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother it I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out And our time is running out You can't push it underground We can't stop it screaming out
I wanted freedom But I'm restricted I tried to give you up But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped Sense of elation You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
Bury it I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother it I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out And our time is running out You can't push it underground We can't stop it screaming out How did it come to this
You will suck the life out of me
Bury it I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother it I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out And our time is running out You can't push it underground We can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
| |
|
KidPooI
|
  |
| Joined: 27 Apr 2014 |
| Total Posts: 3296 |
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:37 AM |
Can't touch this Can't touch this Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
My-my-my-my music makes me so hard makes me say oh my Lord Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet That's good when you know you're down A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat uh u can't touch
I told you homeboy u can't touch this Yeah that's how we're livin' and you know u can't touch this Look in my eyes man u can't touch this You know let me bust the funky lyrics u can't touch this
Fresh new kicks and pants You got it like that now you know you wanna dance So move out of your seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rollin' hold on pump a little bit And let me know it's going on like that like that Cold on a mission so pull on back Let 'em know that you're too much And this is a beat uh u can't touch
Yo I told you u can't touch this Why you standing there man u can't touch this Yo sound the bells school is in sucker u can't touch this
Give me a song or rhythm Making 'em sweat that's what I'm giving 'em Now they know when you talk about the Hammer You talk about a show that's hyped and tight Singers are sweatin' so pass them a mic Or a tape to learn what it's gonna take And now he's gonna burn The charts legit either work hard Or you might as well quit
That's word because you know Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) Break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) Stop Hammer time
Go with the flow in a spin if you can't move to this Then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust through the moves run your fingers through your hair This is it for a winner Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner Move slide your rump Just for a minute let's all do the bump Bump bump bump yeah
Can't touch this Look man u can't touch this You'll probably get hyped boy 'cause you know you can't u can't touch this Ring the bell school's back in break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Stop Hammer time (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh) (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can't touch this (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can't touch this (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can't touch this (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Stop Hammer time
Every time you see me that Hammer's just so hype I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic Now why would I ever stop doing this With others makin' records that just don't hit I toured around the world from London to the bank It's Hammer go Hammer It's a Hammer yo Hammer and the rest go and play
Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) Can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh) Yeah u can't touch this I told you u can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh) Too hype can't touch this Get me outta here u can't touch this (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
Roberate
|
  |
| Joined: 03 Aug 2015 |
| Total Posts: 7504 |
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:40 AM |
O,du schoner Westerwald
Heute wollen wir marschieren, Einen neuen Marsch probieren, Durch den schonen Westerwald, Ja, da pfeift der Wind so kalt.
O, du schoner Westerwald, Uber deine Hohen pfeift der Wind so kalt Jedoch der kleinste Sonnenschein Dringt tief ins Herz hinein!
Und die Grete und der Hans Gehn des Sonntag gern zum Tanz, Weil das tanzen Freude macht Und das Herz im Leibe lacht.
O, du schoner Westerwald, Uber deine Hohen pfeift der Wind so kalt Jedoch der kleinste Sonnenschein Dringt tief ins Herz hinein!
Ist das tanzen dann vorbei, Gibtґs gewohnlich Keilerei, Und dem Bursch, den das nicht freut, sagt man, er hat kein Schneid.
O, du schoner Westerwald, Uber deine Hohen pfeift der Wind so kalt Jedoch der kleinste Sonnenschein Dringt tief ins Herz hinein!
it's time to stick my hand in the paper shredder. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:44 AM |
Cygnus X-1 Part I: The Voyage
Prologue.
In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible force. The Black Hole Of Cygnus X-1. Six Stars of the Northern Cross, in mourning for their sister’s loss. In a final flash of glory, nevermore to grace the night…
1.
Invisible to telescopic eye. Infinity, the star that would not die. All who dare to cross her course, are swallowed by a fearsome force. Through the void to be destroyed, or is there something more? Atomized at the core, or through the Astral Door? To soar…
2.
I set a course just east of Lyra, and northwest of Pegasus. Flew into the light of Deneb, sailed across the Milky Way. On my ship, the ‘Rocinante’ wheeling through the galaxies, headed for the heart of Cygnus, headlong into mystery.
The x-ray is her siren song, my ship cannot resist her long. Nearer to my deadly goal, until the Black Hole gains control…
3.
Spinning, whirling, still descending. Like a spiral sea, unending…
Sound and fury drowns my heart. Every nerve is torn apart…
Cygnus X-1 Part II: Hemispheres.
I. Prelude
When our weary world was young, the struggle of the ancients first began. The gods of Love and Reason, sought alone to rule the fate of Man.
They battled through the ages, but still neither force would yield. The people were divided, every soul a battlefield…
II. Apollo: Bringer of Wisdom
"I bring truth and understanding, I bring wit and wisdom fair, precious gifts beyond compare. We can build a world of wonder, I can make you all aware I will find you food and shelter, show you fire to keep you warm through the endless winter storm. You can live in grace and comfort, in the world that you transform."
The people were delighted, coming forth to claim their prize. They ran to build their cities, and converse among the wise.
But one day the streets fell silent, yet they knew not what was wrong. The urge to build these fine things, seemed not to be so strong.
The wise men were consulted, and the Bridge of Death was crossed. In quest of Dionysus, to find out what they had lost…
III. Dionysus: Bringer of Love
"I bring love to give you solace in the darkness of the night, in the Heart’s eternal light. You need only trust your feelings, only Love can steer you right. I bring laughter, I bring music, I bring joy and I bring tears. I will soothe your primal fears. Throw off those chains of Reason and your prison disappears."
The cities were abandoned, and the forests echoed song. They danced and lived as brothers. They knew Love could not be wrong. Food and wine they had aplenty, and they slept beneath the stars. The people were contented, and the Gods watched from afar.
But the winter fell upon them, and it caught them unprepared. Bringing wolves and cold starvation, and the hearts of men despaired…
IV. Armageddon: The Battle of Heart and Mind
The Universe divided, as the Heart and Mind collided. with the people left unguided for so many troubled years. In a cloud of doubts and fears, their world was torn asunder into hollow hemispheres.
Some fought themselves, some fought each other. Most just followed one another, lost and aimless like their brothers. For their hearts were so unclear, and the truth could not appear. Their spirits were divided into blinded hemispheres.
Some who did not fight, brought tales of old to light. My Rocinante sailed by night on her final flight.
To the heart of Cygnus’ fearsome force, we set our course. Spiralled through that timeless space, to this immortal place.
V. Cygnus: Bringer of Balance
I have memory and awareness, but I have no shape or form. As a disembodied spirit, I am dead and yet unborn. I have passed into Olympus, as was told in tales of old. To the City of Immortals, marble white and purest gold. I see the Gods in battle rage on high, thunderbolts across the sky. I cannot move, I cannot hide, I feel a silent scream begin inside.
Then all at once the chaos ceased, a stillness fell, a sudden peace. The Warriors felt my silent cry, and stayed their struggle, mystified.
Apollo was astonished, Dionysus thought me mad. But they heard my story further, and they wondered, and were sad.
Looking down from Olympus on a world of doubt and fear. It's surface splintered into sorry hemispheres.
They sat a while in silence, then they turned at last to me. "We will call you Cygnus, the God of Balance you shall be."
VI. The Sphere: A Kind of Dream
We can walk our road together, if our goals are all the same. We can run alone and free, if we pursue a different aim.
Let the truth of Love be lighted, let the love of truth shine clear. Sensibility, armed with sense and liberty, with the Heart and Mind united in a single perfect sphere. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:50 AM |
Sunlight dances through the leaves, soft winds stir the sighing trees. Lying in the warm grass, feel the sun upon your face. Elven songs and endless nights, sweet wine and soft relaxing lights. Time will never touch you, here in this enchanted place.
I’ve traveled now for many miles, it feels so good to see the smiles of of friends who never left your mind when you were far away. From the golden light of coming dawn till the twilight when the sun is gone. We treasure every season, and every passing day.
You feel there’s something calling you, you’re wanting to return. To where the misty mountains rise and friendly fires burn. A place you can escape the world, where the dark lord cannot go. Peace of mind and sanctuary, by loudwater’s flow.
We feel the coming of a new day. Darkness gives way to light a new way. Stop here for a while until the world calls you away. Yet you know I’ve had the feeling standing with my senses reeling. This is the place to grow old, 'Til I reach my final day.
You feel there’s something calling you, you’re wanting to return. To where the misty mountains rise and friendly fires burn. A place you can escape the world, where the dark lord cannot go. Peace of mind and sanctuary, by loudwater’s flow. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 06:57 AM |
My uncle has a country place, that no-one knows about. He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law. Sundays I elude the eyes, and hop the Turbine Freight. To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits.
Jump to the ground, as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. Run like the wind, as excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine, for fifty-odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest dream.
I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car. A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time. Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar! Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime…
Wind in my hair – Shifting and drifting – Mechanical music Adrenalin surge –
Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil, The scented country air. Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape, every nerve aware.
Suddenly ahead of me, across the mountainside. A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race. Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase.
Drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man. Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I’ve got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside… |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
redlego98
|
  |
| Joined: 11 Jul 2008 |
| Total Posts: 8870 |
|
|
| 02 Dec 2015 07:23 AM |
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more One and nineteen more
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red After Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death About to meet his death
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
Big iron Big iron
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
»
»
|
|
|
|
|